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Dipcifica Dance Party Hookup
By : moviefan
Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls
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(A/N: Ok, so this one was unexpected. I think it came to me as a result of working on another Gravity Falls story when this baby was born. Can't take complete credit though, as I did get some inspiration from someone who does some pretty funny Dipcifica fan-comics that I stumbled across. The artists goes by the username Banjabu, and I highly recommend checking out their work, as it's pretty hilarious, but also pretty raunchy too, so be prepared for that if you do look them up. But hey, this is a lemon story, so be prepared to find some raunchiness here too. And as the story description states, this story takes place several years after the series ends, so everyone will be older and of age. That may make them seem a little OOC, but people change over the years. So now let's see how an older Dipper and Pacifica act around each other under a specific set of circumstances.)
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"DIPCIFICA DANCE PARTY HOOKUP"
Gravity Falls had changed over the years. No longer such a backwater town, yet still retaining its old school charm, the town had grown and developed more, and more people now lived there. Yet despite all that, at its core, it was essentially still the same old Gravity Falls.
With Weirdmageddon stopped and Bill Cipher gone, much of the strange supernatural and paranormal events had ceased. That wasn’t to say that they stopped entirely, but at least the town now saw more normal days than unusual ones. It was both a relief and a letdown for Dipper and Mabel Pines for different reasons.
Over the years, the twins had returned to Gravity Falls each summer after their parents had decided that the experience had been good for them, despite their great uncle no longer running the Mystery Shack. Not that either of them had any complaints about going back; it was nice to see the friends that lived there, and, in Dipper’s case, to see what strange things still went on.
This was their seventh year coming here now. At nineteen, soon to be twenty in a couple of months, the Pines twins had arrived in town three days ago. As the current owner of the Mystery Shack where they helped out, Soos and his wife, Melody, were always more than happy to have the two of them stay with them. Dipper would help out with the Shack and discover what other mysteries and secrets the town still held while Mabel helped out where she could and was also a babysitter to Soos and Melody’s son, Stan, short for Stanfordley; Soos had apparently been unable to decide which of the Stans names he and his wife should go with since he had originally known Stanley as Stanford.
That wasn’t to say that they didn’t get to have fun while they were in town. There were plenty of ways to entertain oneself, especially since the town had expanded. And tonight, they had plans to go to a party being thrown by Thompson. Still living with his parents, the guy was still as desperate as ever to be liked and look cool, and so was throwing a big dance party bash while his folks were out of town, inviting over all the local teens and anyone in their twenties.
“I’m going to get wasted and dance the night away!” Mabel declared, thrusting her fists into the air.
Dipper glanced at his sister with a disapproving look as he drove along. “Mabel, you do know that even if they do have alcohol that we’re too young to drink, right?”
She shoved him, nearly causing him to veer the car off the road. “Ah, don’t be such a killjoy. They always have alcohol at these kinds of parties, and I plan to drink until I pass out.”
Sighing internally, Dipper resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had alcohol at parties before, but he never went as far as his sister was saying she was going to. “Well, you probably won’t be the only one. No one actually follows that no drinking before twenty-one law anyway.”
She shoved him again, once more almost sending them off the road. “Oh, stop acting all high and mighty. I’ve seen you drink at parties too.”
Fixing her with a glare, he brushed his sleeve where she shoved him. “First of all, stop shoving me before I cause an accident. Second, I may drink at the occasional party, but I always drink responsibly. No more than two cups, and always over an hour before I need to drive anywhere. And I certainly never ‘drink until I pass out’, like you’re planning to.”
“Whatever,” she remarked. “Really, I’m hoping to hook up with a hot guy tonight.”
This time Dipper did sigh. “You know that the reason most guys are turned off from you is because you come on to them way too strongly and are far too clingy.”
“Nah, I’m just too much woman for them to handle. But maybe with everyone at least a little buzzed they’ll loosen up a bit and not be so intimidated. I hope so, Mabel needs some lovin’ tonight.”
He made a face at that. “Ew, Mabel, come on. I don’t want to think about my sister doing the dirty.”
“Don’t be a prude.”
“I’m not being a prude, I just– You know what, never mind, let’s just drop it.”
Mercifully, she did, and they continued their drive to the party. Based on what Mabel had said though, he was either going to end up being the designated driver tonight or they would be spending the night. This wasn’t the first party of this kind they had been to, and there were always some people who either passed out from drinking too much or partying too hard, or were in no condition to drive for one reason or another. Dipper wasn’t sure what the outcome would be for him and his twin, but he had told Soos that there was a chance that they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.
Finding parking was fairly difficult, as the party was already in full swing by the time they pulled up. And from the looks of all the cars surrounding the property, every teen and young adult in town was here.
“Thompson’s not exactly being discreet, is he?” Dipper muttered rhetorically. “Hopefully Blubs and Durland don’t come to bust it up.”
Mabel just waved off his concern. “Nah, they’re off duty, so they’ll be too busy kissing on each other to bust up anything.” Her smile widened. “Hey, which one of them do you think pitches and which one catches?”
Dipper cut his eyes at her. “I would prefer not to think about what anyone I know does in the bedroom.”
Still smiling, Mabel thrusted her thumb at herself. “Well, that’s what this party girl is looking for tonight!”
He made a face. “Mabel, gross. I thought we agreed to drop it.”
“I didn’t agree to anything. Now, come on, bro, let’s go party it up!”
They got out of the car and headed up to the house. Much to Dipper’s surprise, he found Mabel’s friend, Grenda, acting as a type of bouncer at the front door, and she held out a bucket that had a number of car keys in it.
“Keys in the bucket,” she told them sternly. “You’re not allowed to have them back unless I’ve determined that you’re suitable to drive.”
Dipper’s eyebrows widened. “Well, at least Thompson is being responsible about that,” he said as he dropped the car keys in the bucket.
Mabel nudged him. “Good thing too, because I don’t plan on being in any condition to drive. Now you can go all out too.”
They entered the house and were greeted by a crowd of partygoers. The house was packed; it did indeed look like every teen and young adult in town was present. The house lights were at a dim setting, and multi-colored party lights flashed throughout the house, giving it a disco ball light effect. Party decorations were scattered about and loud, blaring music was heard well beyond the confines of the house.
Next to him, Dipper became aware that Mabel had said something, but the music was so loud that he barely heard her. “What was that?” he asked, raising his voice to be heard over the music.
“I said, now this is a party!” Mabel declared, raising her voice as well.
Thrusting her fists into the air, she let out an energetic cry and rushed into the crowd to mingle. Dipper shook his head at his sister’s antics, but couldn’t help the smirk that crept up his face. Mabel might legally be an adult, but more often than not, she was still such a child.
Deciding that he was on his own for the time being, he too went to mingle, looking for any familiar faces. He found a few, but with the music on full blast, the setting didn’t make for good conversation. And while most of the people were dancing, Dipper wasn’t feeling it too much. It wasn’t that he couldn’t dance or didn’t enjoy it, he was just usually self-conscious about it. His sister on the other hand, he saw very quickly that she had absolutely no issue getting into the swing of things, and had immediately set out to becoming the life of the party.
Maybe a drink or two would help. Usually one or two wine coolers would be enough to get him over any feelings of self-consciousness. And upon observing the other guests, he saw that a number of them held a plastic cup in their hand. It looked like quite a few of them would be spending the night.
Pushing his way through the crowd, he headed to the kitchen. He saw that there were already refreshments set out on the table, but with the number of people crowded around it, he didn’t really feel like clamoring through them all, and figured that there were more in the kitchen waiting to be brought out when the ones on the table ran low.
His theory proved to be true as he entered the brightly lit kitchen, the only room with actual lights on. Several bags and boxes of junk food were open, undoubtedly meant to fill the snack bowls out on the table. There was also an extra-large bowl of punch, probably to be swapped out when the one that was already out there was done.
Eyes narrowing suspiciously, he walked over to the punch bowl. Taking a plastic cup, he picked up the ladle and poured some in the cup. He took a sip and smacked his lips together in thought. Yup, just as he thought, it was spiked with vodka, quite a bit of it too. Well, he was looking to get a little buzzed, so he filled his cup and took a drink.
“Well, look who’s back in town.”
Dipper tensed up at the familiar, feminine voice, and he turned around to find a girl his age with long blonde hair that hung down to her waist standing in the doorway, and he scowled slightly at the sight of her. “Pacifica Northwest.”
“Dipper Pines,” she responded in a somewhat condescending tone. She nonchalantly blew a bubble with the gum she was chewing, letting it pop before sucking it back into her mouth. “I can’t imagine a nerd like you gets invited to too many parties like this. And yet you decide to spend it hiding in the kitchen?”
He scoffed. “I’m surprised to see you here. Doesn’t your family prefer the company of rich, stuck-up snobs?” He lightly slapped his head. “Oh, that’s right, your family’s not the richest one in town anymore. Bummer.”
“We’re still the second richest,” she retaliated, crossing her arms over her chest in defiance.
Dipper resisted the urge to shake his head. As much as things had changed, they also stayed the same. Originally the local queen bee, Pacifica Northwest had been the mean girl in town, always putting down those she deemed beneath her and always flaunting her family’s wealth and power.
She’d changed over time though, particularly after he had helped her lift her family’s curse, and she had then been humbled even further after her family had lost most of their fortune during the whole Weirdmageddon incident, only managing to maintain their upper-class status by selling their mansion. She had even gotten a job working as a waitress at Greasy’s Diner, which had been rather surprising for Dipper when he found that out since her family must still be millionaires from what they had made off of selling their mansion to McGucket.
The whole thing seemed to have humbled her, as did her fighting against her family’s control. But while she was no longer the mean girl, she still maintained a snobbish attitude around him that really got on Dipper’s nerves at times. At least she no longer antagonized his sister. In fact, Mabel actually considered them to be friends, though Dipper couldn’t exactly say the same. When it came to him and her, he felt that frenemies was a more appropriate title.
“Right, the second richest,” he remarked, taking on a condescending tone himself. “Remind me how that happened again. Oh, wait, I remember now. Your dad had to sell your mansion to McGucket.”
His words got the response he wanted, and he watched as her cheeks reddened and she stamped her foot. “Don’t talk about that! It still ticks me off that we had to sell to that old kook.”
He shrugged. “Well, maybe if your family actually earned their riches instead of doing shady business, that whole thing could have been avoided.” He feigned looking thoughtful. “Although, if you did that, then your family probably wouldn’t have gotten so rich to begin with.”
Once again, his words got the response he wanted, and he watched as her eye twitched in irritation. But then she regained her composure, smirked, and placed her hands on her hips. “Well, maybe if you quit being such a total nerd, you wouldn’t be so socially awkward.” She ran her hand through her long blonde hair, flipping it back. “You help save the world and still aren’t as popular as me. How sad.”
He crossed his arms. “Popular, right. Is that what you call it?”
But upon her having flipped her hair back, Dipper found his eyes roaming up and down her body, almost against his will. He was reluctant to admit it, but Pacifica Northwest was gorgeous. She’d always been pretty, even as a young girl, but she’d filled out nicely over the years, developing curves in all the right places. And why did it seem like she got more and more beautiful every year?
Her outfit definitely showed off her assets though, and he took in her white high-heeled boots, impossibly tight blue jeans, lavender top, and purple jacket, her flat stomach visible between her shirts and pants, revealing her bellybutton. His eyes lingered on her breasts a little longer than they should have, allowing him to deduce that she was about a D-sized cup, before his eyes returned to her face. He slightly groaned as he realized that she was aware that he had been checking her out a moment ago. And after the bubble she blew popped, he could see that she was smirking arrogantly.
“You done ogling me?” she asked in a cocky tone. “I know you’re really big on mysterious creatures and such, but we girls are actually pretty common, even if the only girls a nerd like you ever really gets near are your mom and sister.”
A light growl that he hoped she didn’t hear over the music playing escaped him, but he was quick to counter her. “Hardly. I’m just trying to figure out if your tits and hair are as fake as your family’s history. You gonna follow in your mother’s footsteps and go the Botox route when you get older too?”
Good, it seemed she took offense to that. “Botox? As if. First of all, I ain’t gonna be some trophy wife like my mom, so I won’t need Botox. Plus, I have natural beauty, and the Botox look just looks weird. Second,” she ran her hand through her hair, “this is my natural hair color. I would have thought a so-called smart guy like you would be familiar with the concept of a throwback.”
He tapped his chin, pretending to study her. “Well, you’ve definitely got the dumb blonde thing going for you.”
She pointed at him. “Hey, I’m a straight A student; my parents wouldn’t expect anything less. But I guess I was expecting too much to think that a nerd would know not to judge based on stereotypes.”
Dipper smirked at her. “Well, I bet your best subject is History. Should be easy for you since your family falsifies it. But here’s something for your Health and Science classes. Blonde hair actually contains more oxygen in it than other hair, which is why it’s thinner and lighter than darker hair. So the phrase ‘air-head’ is actually pretty accurate. How’s that for your stereotype?”
This time it was her who let out a growl. But then she back-tracked. “Of course a nerd like you would know a useless fact like that. Well, here’s an actual useful fact.” She reached up and gripped her breasts through her shirt. “I grew these all by myself; no silicone found here, so you can shove the idea that they’re fake up your ass. And if you spent any time around any other girls besides your sister, you might have been able to tell that I’m all natural.”
Dipper blinked. He’d been slightly taken aback at the way she had grabbed her breasts and jiggled them, though he wasn’t sure why that had taken him by surprise. He covered it up though with another insult. “A natural blonde bimbo, maybe.”
Scowling slightly, she suddenly marched over to him. Dipper held his ground though as she came to a stop right in front of him and poked him in the chest. “If that was your way of implying that I’m a slut, I can assure you that I’m no such thing. I value myself more than that.” Then she smirked. “Although, I guess that someone with any experience whatsoever may seem like a promiscuous person compared to a cherry boy like you.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “‘Promiscuous’? Wow, Pacifica, that was quite a big word. Though I guess you’re used to big things fitting in your mouth.” He crossed his arms again. “And just for the record, I do have experience.”
She didn’t seem bothered by the implication he had made about her. Instead, her smirk just widened. “Hate to break it to you, Dipshit, but your left hand doesn’t count as ‘experience’, though I’m sure you have plenty of it in that area. Spend many lonely nights on your computer, have you?” She took a step closer so she was practically in his face, standing about a head shorter than him. “This is probably the closest you’ve gotten to a real woman who’s not related to you since you’ve hit puberty.”
The two stared at each other, neither giving an inch. Such interactions like this had become more and more common between them over the years. They would have these strange standoffs where they would constantly try to push each other’s buttons. Dipper couldn’t figure out why, but he just couldn’t seem to stop baiting her, and the same seemed to be true of her too. They would constantly have these bickering confrontations that always had a flirtatious undertone, and there was always this sexual tension between them that only seemed to grow more intense over the years.
With her this close, he now studied her face, and it really frustrated him how attractive he found her. For some reason though, she always wore more makeup than necessary. His gaze went to the eyeshadow she wore down to the glossy, pink lipstick on her lips, and his eyes remained fixated on them for much longer than was necessary.
“See something you like?” she asked in a more seductive manner.
He forced himself to tear his eyes off her slightly parted lips. “Hardly. Just feeling a little light-headed from breathing in all your perfume. You bathe in the stuff?”
She scoffed, now looking a little annoyed as she ignored his question. “Oh, that’s right, I forgot. You have a thing for older women.” Her gaze then went up to his lumberjack hat and she scowled. “Why do you still have that thing anyway? Still obsessing over your old crush?”
She reached up and tugged on the side of his hat as she said this so it was lopsided. Scowling, he reached up and fixed it. “No, Pacifica, I got over Wendy ages ago.”
Which was true. Upon accepting that he had been permanently friend-zoned by the redhead and that she would always see him as a little brother figure, he had eventually gotten over his first crush. But even if he hadn’t, the fact that she had moved away for college a few years ago had put an end to any possible romance between them.
Pacifica’s scowl seemed to lessen at what he had said. “Then why do you still wear that hat?”
“It was a keepsake. You’re supposed to keep a keepsake; that’s the point of them. And I like hats, so why wouldn’t I wear it?”
She just scoffed. “It makes you come across as desperate.”
“Says the girl who came here tonight so desperate to get laid she might as well have written it on her forehead.”
“Oh, and what was on your forehead again?” She reached up and flicked his bangs. “The Little Dipper was it?”
He smoothed down his bangs where she had touched his hair. “It’s the Big Dipper.”
Bringing her head to her mouth, she let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, that’s right. The ‘little one’ is in your pants.”
Dipper felt his cheeks fill with heat at that, and by the smirk on Pacifica’s face, he knew she could tell that he was blushing. He let out an aggravated growl at that and had a moment of honesty as he glared at her.
“God, you frustrate the hell out of me,” he grumbled.
Her smile just widened as she leaned in so she could whisper right in his ear. “That’s because you want to fuck me.”
If he hadn’t been blushing before, he knew he definitely would be now, and he willed the warmth out of his cheeks as she pulled back and gave him a challenging look before blowing a bubble right in his face. He couldn’t help but to rise to the challenge of that look.
“I think you might be projecting a bit there,” he told her, giving her an equaling challenging look.
She just grinned. “Is that deflection or denial?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Please, just admit it, Pines.” She leaned in close. “You want me.”
Meeting her challenging gaze, he leaned in too so that their faces were an inch apart. “Nice try, Northwest, but I don’t go for rich bitches. You may be a pretty face, but my taste in women goes beyond their looks.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?” She moved closer still, forcing him to stand up straight again, and her breasts pressed against his chest. “So you’re saying you wouldn’t feel anything if I did this?”
Dipper swallowed, trying to do so as discreetly as possible. This was new grounds for them. Their banter had always been somewhat flirtatious, even when they insulted each other, and it was almost always laced with sexual tension, but they had never gone this far before. It seemed like she was trying to see how far she could take things.
“This is rather forward of you,” he replied, ignoring her question. “Can’t say I’m surprised though.”
“Just think of it like one of your little mysteries you like to solve,” she told him. “You can see for yourself just how real my tits are. If you know what a real girl’s tits actually feel like and not just your blowup doll that is.”
“I’m sure you have far more experience at blowing than me,” he countered.
“Quit trying to be a smart ass.” She pressed her chest against him even harder. “You can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this.”
It was way too hot in here, and Dipper was having trouble thinking straight, but he still managed a comeback. “Speak for yourself. I think you’re enjoying it a lot more.”
She raised an eyebrow in a blatantly flirtatious manner. “Oh?” She slowly brought her leg forward, pressing her knee into his groin. “Then what’s this I feel?”
His fists clenched at his sides and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from giving a reaction. It wasn’t easy though, and there was no way he was able to hide the bulge that had formed in his pants even before she had pressed herself up against him. He often found himself growing hard whenever they had one of their bickering sessions, and she was only making it worse with the way she was digging her knee into his crotch.
“Well?” she asked when he didn’t respond to her question.
“A natural reaction of the body,” he replied, trying to sound bored.
She just grinned arrogantly. “That’s quite the bodily reaction. Sounds more like an excuse to me.”
Now he gave her a challenging look of his own. “You’d have a reaction to the right stimulation too.”
She took a moment to blow and pop another bubble. “Stimulation, huh?” Then she completely pressed herself up against him, wrapping her other leg around his while keeping the knee of her first one pressed between both of his. “And what kind of stimulation would that be?”
He cut his eyes at her. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
She poked him in the chest before running her finger up his shoulder. “Not as much as you would, I’d bet.”
He cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Are you interested in betting?”
“Betting what?”
“What do you want.”
“What do you want?”
“What are you offering?”
“You couldn’t handle what I’ve got.”
“Those sound like fighting words.”
“Bring it on, Dipshit.”
They fell silent as they stood there pressed up against each other, Dipper’s back against the table, their faces mere inches apart. However, the moment was suddenly ruined as a teenager entered the room, carrying an empty snack bowl. He blinked at the sight of them, but then walked over to the table, set down the bowl, and then picked up the bag of chips and began to refill the bowl.
Neither Dipper nor Pacifica moved or looked away from each other as their fellow teen refilled the bowl. Once it was full, he picked it up again before glancing at the two of them once more. Then he walked out of the kitchen with the now filled bowl, as if he hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary as both Dipper and Pacifica maintained their positions.
“Even if I was offering,” Pacifica continued, as if there had been no interruption to their bickering, “I doubt a nerd like you would last long.”
“Funny,” Dipper replied, also falling right back into their banter, “I was thinking the same thing about you.”
She let out a mocking laugh. “Puh-lease. I’ll bet you’re a two-pump-chump.”
“Actually, I’m more of a two-hour champ.”
This earned him another laugh. “You’re not supposed to count the entire length of time you sleep when having a wet dream, dumbass.”
He gave her a pointed look. “I think only one of us is wet right now, Pacifica.”
To his immense satisfaction, he watched as her cheeks colored and she looked rather flustered. Score another one for him. She recovered quickly though, even if she did maintain her blush. “You wish. Even if you were lucky enough to have me let you touch me, I don’t think you’d make it past five minutes.”
“Ditto to that, only I can back up my claim.”
“Yeah?” She gave him a challenging look. “I bet you couldn’t even handle my moves on the dance floor, if a nerd like you even knows how to dance that is.”
He met her gaze, actually pressing his forehead against hers so he could look directly into her eyes. “Believe it or not, I know all kinds of dances. Do you know any besides the horizontal tango?”
He suddenly realized that this had been a mistake. Their faces were too close. Hell, she was too close in general. He was almost afraid she could feel his heart pounding in his chest with the way she was pressed up against him, and her knee was still pushing against his hardness. If this didn’t end soon, he didn’t know what he was going to happen.
A sly smile suddenly crossed Pacifica’s face and she once again moved her lips to his ear to whisper into it. “If you want to see my moves, then meet me on the dance floor, Pines. We’ll see how long you last.”
She followed this up by licking the shell of his ear, causing him to shiver. She pulled back and smirked at him while biting down on her bottom lip in a very sexy manner. Dipper was doing his best to try and control his breathing as he considered her challenge, not sure what it entailed, but found he was unwilling to back down.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Pacifica,” he told her in warning.
She just seemed to find that amusing as she held her gum between her teeth, then reached up to pinch it between her thumb and index finger, pulling on it so it stretched out. “I’m a Northwest, Dipshit.” She released her gum with her teeth and twirled her index finger around it to wind it up before rolling it into a ball as she leaned in close. “You know firsthand just how bad we can be.”
Then she brought her hand up and pressed her balled-up gum against his lips, pushing it into his mouth, and he found himself opening up for it without even thinking about it. Her finger lingered against his lips for a few moments before she extracted it.
“Consider that a sample,” she told him. “Let’s see if you’re man enough to follow up.”
Reaching down, she took his cup of punch from his hand and stepped away from him. She made to leave, and Dipper could swear she was deliberately sashaying her hips as she walked away. She paused as she reached the entrance of the kitchen and glanced back at him with a smirk.
“Whenever you’re ready,” she said with a hint of arrogance. She then took a drink from the cup she had taken from him, and he knew she had seen him drink from it since that’s what he had been doing when she first entered.
She exited the kitchen after that, leaving Dipper alone and frustrated in a number of ways. That encounter had certainly been… something, and had ended quite different than he had expected. Pacifica had been rather bold and very forward. While their banter, though not usually that direct, had been relatively the same, she was usually more subtle with her teasing. Did she have a few too many drinks tonight? No, she hadn’t come across as intoxicated. How strange.
He blinked as he came back to himself enough to recognize the taste of strawberry-watermelon, and it registered to him that Pacifica’s gum was still in his mouth. He spit it into his hand and then threw it in the trash. The taste still lingered though, and he could still smell her perfume. He was also so hard it was painful. He really needed a cold shower right now.
Snatching up another cup, he refilled it with more punch and gulped down its contents before crushing it in his hand and taking a deep breath. “Ok then, let’s do this.”
Tossing his crushed cup in the garbage, he exited the kitchen. More people must have arrived because the living room was even more crowded, with almost everyone packed together as they danced. He heard a familiar joyful scream and glanced in its direction to see Mabel cheering and laughing as she sat on the shoulders of some guy as if they were playing a game of Chicken. He just rolled his eyes and shook his head as he decided to let his sister have her fun, wondering how long it would be before she chased this guy away with her smothering clinginess.
Returning his eyes to the crowd, he sought out Pacifica, fully willing to take on her challenge. After a few seconds, he spotted her blonde head amongst the crowd, and he began making his way through the mass of tightly packed people as he headed in her direction. And when he got close enough, he stopped and just watched her dance for a bit as she moved to the music.
Her eyes were closed as she danced, but as if she sensed his presence, she stopped and looked at him. A smirk spread across her face and she put her hands on her hips, giving him an expectant look; the cup she had taken from him was gone. If this were some kind of movie, everyone would form a circle around them and a dance-off would take place. But this wasn’t a movie, and everyone just kept dancing around them, as if they were all a bunch of NPCs and he and Pacifica were the only ones whose presence mattered.
“Well?” she said, raising her voice to be heard over the blaring music. “Show me what you got, stud.”
Dipper took a deep breath and began moving to the beat. Whatever kind of vodka the punch had been spiked with was quickly giving him the start of a bit of a buzz, but he wished he’d had a few more as he got into the groove to ease his nerves, as he still felt self-conscious. Nobody paid him any mind though, acting as if he wasn’t even there. No one but Pacifica that is.
She watched him for about a minute, an amused smirk on her face. Then she began nodding her head to the music before she began moving her body as well, and this evolved into her dancing once more. Like him, no one else seemed to be paying any attention to her, but Dipper found himself unable to look away as they danced just a few feet away from each other.
Dipper reluctantly had to admit, Pacifica Northwest could certainly dance. She knew how to move her body in a way that was very enticing, and he found himself wondering what she would be like in the sack. He shook that thought away though as he focused on their dance-off, or whatever this was that was going on between them.
For the first few minutes, the two of them continued to dance in place, not that they had much room with how packed the crowd was, but then the distance between them steadily began to close as Pacifica danced her way closer and closer to him until they were right in front of each other. Dipper could have sworn that he saw her smile widen and a mischievous glint appear in her eyes. She slowly began to turn her body until she was facing him sideways as she gyrated her hips. Running her hands up and down her body.
Dipper wondered what she was up to before she leaned into him, her shoulder and hip bumping into him as she moved. She watched him out of the corner of her eyes, her gaze hooded, her lips pulled back into a smirk. The contact was very deliberate on her part, and she leaned into him further so she was practically dancing against him in a very seductive manner.
So that was the game she wanted to play, to try and seduce him on the dance floor to trigger a reaction out of him. Well, challenge accepted. He certainly wasn’t going to back down to… whatever this was, and he leaned into her as well to let her know it.
It seemed she picked up on his silent message and decided to up her game. She turned more fully so her back was to him and backed up into him. With his front now up against her back, she began moving her body even more sensually, pressing her rear into his crotch. Dipper’s body reacted as he felt his cock, which had gone from hard to semi-erect since he had left the kitchen, completely stiffen once more. He maintained his position though, continuing to dance as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening.
As Pacifica danced against him, he leaned in to speak in her ear so he could be heard over the music, inhaling the pleasant combination of her fruity smelling shampoo and flower-scented perfume. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he told her, repeating what he had said to her back in the kitchen.
She turned her head so she could look up at him with a smirk. “Like I said, I’m a Northwest.”
And she was most definitely being ‘bad’ right now. She proved that further by leaning forward and placing her hands on her knees to push her rear directly onto his crotch. Dipper could hardly believe it, but she was actually twerking against him, moving her ass up and down in a teasing manner. She undoubtedly felt his hardness through is pants, but she only pushed herself back against him even more.
Dipper was tempted to spank her ass, but instead his eyes darted around to see if any of the other partygoers noticed what was going on between them, but saw that no one was watching them, so he deiced not to worry about it. Pacifica kept up her twerking for a short while before standing up straight and leaning back against him as she continued to move her body. Dipper was grateful for it, not only because it hid his erection, but also because of how good she felt against him. But then she surprised him by reaching back and taking hold of his wrists and placing them on her hips.
“I thought you were going to show me your moves,” she told him cheekily as she dramatically gyrated her hips.
At her words, Dipper realized that since she had started twerking against him, he’d pretty much stopped actually dancing and had simply been more or less bouncing in place. Not willing to let her one-up him though, he gripped her hips and pulled her against him, fully intending to play out her game. “Just determining what I’m dealing with.”
Holding her against him, he began to move with her, matching her movements. Pacifica’s head was turned slightly, and he saw that her lips were curved upward in a smile as they danced. She released his wrists and he kept his hands on her hips. Her own hands ran up her body, grazing over his arms, and she stretched her arms up in the air. When she brought them down again, she reached back to press her hands against the back of his head encouragingly.
Dipper leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder as they moved to the beat. Pacifica continued to grind her ass against his crotch, and he responded in kind by repeatedly bumping his groin against her backside. Her arms fell away and she instead reached behind him to grab his own hips, pulling him against her every time he ground into her.
There was nothing innocent about their dancing, it would definitely be classified as dirty dancing, and Dipper was actually rather surprised by his own actions. Having that drink earlier had really loosened him up and was hitting him harder now; likely because he hadn’t eaten since lunch. He no longer felt self-conscious, though he was still far from drunk, and he could tell that the same was true of Pacifica. Buzzed or not though, this was all them.
They danced like that for a time before Pacifica began to turn in his arms so she was facing him once more. Dipper’s hands moved down to cup her ass, pulling her against him as she thrusted her hips against his so their groins grinded against each other. Dipper resisted the urge to groan as his erection strained against the confines of his pants, made worse with the way she was moving against him. She knew exactly what she was doing. The two of them were practically dry humping on the dance floor.
“Seems you do have some moves on you after all,” she said loudly.
He still barely heard her over the music, but was aware of the compliment. “So do you, though I’m not surprised.”
She smirked at him. “You have no idea what kinds of moves I have.” Then she leaned in, hooking her arms around his neck as she spoke into his ear. “Just imagine me performing them while you’re inside me.”
Dipper felt his whole face heat up. He was already sweating from all this dancing and with how compact everyone was, not to mention what he and Pacifica were doing, but her words now had him feeling as if he might pass out from overheating. But then a chill ran through him when she nipped his earlobe before pulling back to smirk at him again. If she kept pushing him like this, he wasn’t sure what he was going to end up doing.
“And just how many guys have you showed those moves to?” he asked in a low growl.
She chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Honestly, not really?”
“Then why’d you ask? Jealous?”
“Hardly.”
Her smile widened. “Oh, you’re definitely ‘hard’ alright.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
Another snickered escaped her. “I knew you wanted to fuck me.”
He let out another growl that went by unheard over the music. The worst part was that, for some reason, he did feel a possessiveness towards her. He may give her crap about it and act nonchalant, but the idea of Pacifica being with another man pissed him off for some reason. He refused to label the feeling as jealousy though.
But she wasn’t as unaffected as she was pretending to be either. She was sweating and flushed, her cheeks red with a blush. And while their dancing undoubtedly played a factor in that, the way her greenish-blue eyes had darkened with lust was its own indication.
She upped the game further by lifting one of her legs to curl it around his, much like she had done in the kitchen. Dipper decided to take it a step further though, to beat her at her own game. Keeping the hand on her hip to hook it under her raised leg. Lifting it higher, he wrapped it around his waist, pulling her closer so she was pressed up against him.
Pacifica’s eyes widened and she let out a surprised gasp. She didn’t miss a beat though as she broke out into another challenging smile and continued moving against him. Keeping one hand on the back of his neck, she let the other one slide down to his chest, where she grabbed a fistful of his shirt. She kept herself close to him, her breasts pressed up against him, balancing on one leg as they continued to dance.
Dipper moved with her, applying pressure to her lower back to keep their groins pressed together. She gyrated her hips as he pumped his forward in a rather vulgar manner. There was nothing subtle about it now, they were full-on dry humping as they danced. Fortunately, with how packed everyone was, no one seemed to notice, and they appeared to just be two people dancing very close together. But even if they had been noticed, neither of them would have been aware of it, as both their gazes were locked on each other’s eyes, their entire focus on the other.
The hand on the back of his neck soon slid up into his hair beneath his hat, where she gripped it tightly. Dipper’s lips thinned in response and he ground against her harder. Pacifica’s lips parted, but still curved upward as she began panting slightly. Dipper dipped her back slightly while pulling her leg more fully around his waist. He leaned forward so he was right in her face, resting his forehead against hers, her grip on his hair and shirt tightening. He could feel her hot breath against his face as she panted, and he was breathing heavily as well. Their lips were so close, it would take very little effort to just lean forward slightly and kiss her. All he would need to do was pucker up and their lips would meet.
Several songs had played since they had started dancing together, but as the current one ended and the new one began, it was a completely different tempo. It served to snap Dipper out of whatever trance he seemed to have fallen into after his and Pacifica’s dance had taken its most recent raunchier turn. And after having worked up a nice sweat, he suddenly realized how thirsty he was.
Panting heavily, he unhooked Pacifica’s leg from around his waist and set it down before staking a step back and removing his hat to wipe his sleeve across his sweaty forehead. “I need a drink. You want one?”
Still breathing heavily, Pacifica crossed her arms and smirked at him instead of answering. “What’s wrong? You blow your load from a bit of dancing?”
He glared at her. He should have figured she’d respond in such a way. That’s what he got for being polite. “No, I’m just thirsty from dancing.”
She snickered. “Yeah, I’ll bet you are. You’re real thirsty.”
“So says the girl who was basically just dry humping me. If you don’t want a drink, just say so.”
He turned his back on her and once again headed back to the kitchen. Alcohol could dehydrate though, and he wondered if there were any non-alcoholic drinks in the kitchen. If not, he could just have some tap water. Either way, he needed to quench his thirst and cool off a bit.
Fanning himself, he stepped into the kitchen. And once he was out of sight of the partygoers, he attempted to adjust himself. His erection was straining painfully in his pants, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had been so aroused. Pacifica had really worked him up, and he wondered if he should duck into the bathroom and take care of his problem.
Deciding to quench his thirst first, and seeing nothing else to drink besides the spiked punch bowl, he grabbed a cup and headed over to the sink for some water. He filled it up, and was just about to take a drink when a voice called out behind him. “Hey-yo!”
Jumping, he whirled around to find his sister poking her head into the kitchen. “Mabel, don’t do that!”
She giggled. “Sorry, bro.” She entered the kitchen, whipping her forehead. “Phew, I’m having a great time. How about you?”
Thinking back to his dancing with Pacifica, he fought to keep his cheeks from heating as he shrugged. “Eh. Yeah, I guess so.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You guess so? Come on, Dipper, it’s a party. Live a little. Have some fun.”
“I am having fun.”
“Is that why you’re hiding in the kitchen?”
He sighed in mild annoyance; Pacifica had basically said the same thing to him. “I’m not hiding, Mabel. I just wanted a non-alcoholic drink.”
She held up her hands. “Whoa, someone’s moody.”
“I’m not moody, Mabel, and I’m not hiding. Really, I’m having a good time.”
It was in that moment that he recalled that he was supporting a pretty massive bulge in his pants. Hoping his sister didn’t notice, and it didn’t seem like she did, he attempted to discreetly turn away from her as he brought the cup of water to his mouth and began to drink.
“Would you and Pacifica just fuck already.”
At her words, water went flying out of Dipper’s nose and he began coughing and sputtering. Gripping the sink for support, he thumped his chest to clear his airway before glancing at his sister, who was watching him with a big grin on her face.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded once his coughing stopped.
She made a pfft sound. “Dipper, please. You think I didn’t see the two of you out there? You guys were practically having sex on top of your clothes. It would have been really hot to watch if it wasn’t my brother I saw. Honestly though, I expected the two of you to get together years ago, but you keep dancing around each other.”
He stared at her, completely dumbfounded. “Us? What? Mabel, it’s Pacifica you’re talking about.”
She rolled her eyes. “Um, doi. I know who she is; we’ve only known her since we were twelve. That’s why I thought you guys would have hooked up by now.”
“Why would you think that!?” he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
Now she just looked bored and let out a scoff noise. “Uch, really, Dipper. And you consider yourself the smart one. I could be blind and still see it.”
“See what?”
Throwing her head back, she let out a loud groan. “Seriously?” She took a deep breath and then let it out. “You know what, whatever. It’s a party, I’m having fun tonight. I’ll worry about your love life later, but tonight, I’m focusing on mine.”
With that, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, once again leaving him dumbfounded. Dipper stared after her, having fully expected her to try and meddle like she usually did.
With a shake of his head, he shouted after her. “What love life!?”
“Exactly!” she called back before disappearing into the crowd.
Dipper continued to stare after her as he wondered what was up with everyone tonight. He gave up on trying to figure it out though, deciding that girls were just one mystery he was never going to be able to solve.
“Girls are crazy,” he grumbled, once again crushing his cup in his grip before tossing it in the trash.
Exiting the kitchen, he mixed in with the crowd once more. Getting a sense of déjà vu, his eyes once again sought out a certain crop of blonde hair. And as if his gaze were drawn to her, he spotted her very quickly. With a determine look on his face, he took a deep breath through his nose and puffed out his chest before marching towards her with purpose. What purpose? Well, he wasn’t sure yet, he was just going to go with the flow.
Her back was to him as she danced, her movements just as alluring as before. He didn’t bother to announce his presence this time as he stood behind her. Reaching out, he unceremoniously placed his hands on her hips. Somehow, she must have known it was him, because she didn’t miss a beat or so much as glance at him, and for some reason, he imagined a smirk crossing her face.
He pulled her back against him, and she went willingly, pressing her backside against him just as she had before. They resumed their salacious dancing from earlier as if it had never stopped, and Pacifica tilted her head back, leaning it against his shoulder. He, likewise, rested his chin on her shoulder as they swayed left and right against each other, their cheeks practically rubbing against each other. She ran her hands up her body and stretched them in the air, just like she did before, then back down, caressing his face as she did so.
Her hands slid down the length of his arms until they covered his. Gripping them, she encouraged him to move them from her hips to higher up. He complied, following her lead, and his right hand came to rest on her semi-exposed stomach and his left hand just beneath her breasts. She kept her hands on top of his, silently telling him to keep them there.
Whatever softening his cock had undergone when he had gone for a drink was long gone and he was rock hard again. Pacifica clearly felt it and began making large, dramatic, circling movements with her lower body that had them practically bouncing in place. Seeing no reason to pretend otherwise that they were doing more than dirty dancing, Dipper began humping against her backside, being just discreet enough so that what they were doing might not be noticed by anyone watching them, which there didn’t seem to be.
Or so he thought. As they moved to the beat on the dance floor, Dipper’s gaze suddenly landed on Mabel. His sister was watching them in amusement with a large grin on her face. Her smile widened when she saw he noticed her, and she held up her left hand with the tips of her thumb and index finger touching to make an ‘O’ shape before she began sticking the index finger of her right hand in and out of the ‘O’ she had made.
Dipper’s eyes darted to Pacifica, looking at her from his peripheral vision to see if she noticed his sister’s gestures. To his relief, he saw that her eyes were closed as she seemed to be lost in the music and enjoying the feel of being pressed up against him with his arms around her. His gaze darted back to Mabel, who was still making the finger motions, and he scowled at her before inclining his head to indicate for her to get lost.
She chuckled before giving him and thumbs-up, then disappeared into the crowd. His head motion had drawn Pacifica’s attention though and she opened her eyes and turned her head to glance up at him. She smiled and moved her hands away from his, one of them circling around to his hip as she began pulling him into her in time with his hip movements. Her other hand came up and cupped his cheek, caressing it lightly before running her finger over his lips, and Dipper had to resist nipping at it. Then her hand continued higher, slipping beneath his hat to tangle in his hair.
This dance was definitely more sensual than the ones from before. Where the others had been more seductive, this one felt more erotic. There was still seduction involved for sure, but it also felt more… intimate, perhaps was the most appropriate word. Or maybe what Mabel had said to him in the kitchen had gotten into his head. As much as she was a failure in the romance department for herself, she was surprisingly good in dealing with other people’s.
But then Pacifica changed the rules entirely. She shifted her body slightly to the side, and the hand that had been on his hip went on the move. It slowly slid around to his front and began caressing his crotch. Dipper inhaled deeply as he felt her cup him through his pants, and his gaze darted to her face again. Her eyes were closed again and she had a big smile on her face of false innocence, otherwise she acted as if what she was doing was perfectly normal.
She gave his bulge a squeeze and a groan escaped him that she obviously felt the rumble of even if she couldn’t hear it over the music. He couldn’t believe she was actively going there in front of all these people, even if her body was blocking what she was doing. Well, if that’s how she wanted to play, then he would not only meet her challenge, he would take it up a notch. And so he slowly slid his right hand down from her stomach to the top of her pants.
She offered no objections, acting as if everything was perfectly normal, even as his fingers grazed the top of her pants. Somehow, he managed to work his fingers into her skin-tight jeans. Still no objection from her, she just continued to dance and rub his bulge. He slipped his hand further inside, into the material of her panties, and lower still.
Dipper was somewhat surprised by his actions. Not only was this incredibly bold of him, it was incredibly risky. While no one might notice what she was doing to him, all they had to do was glance in their direction and they would see what he was doing to her; there was no hiding the fact that he had his hand down her pants. And yet he ventured onward, passing over her mound and down to her center.
He noticed a complete lack of hair on her down there, but that fact was quickly side-lined when his fingers finally made contact with her core, and he found her to be absolutely soaked. Dipper’s eyes widened at this discovery. He had just been talking trash when he had implied that she was the one who was wet earlier, but it was true; Pacifica Northwest was dripping for him.
And yet she still acted like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. If anything, she just squeezed him even harder through his pants. He took that as permission to continue, and he went from cupping her mound to stroking her with his middle finger. Now that got a response out of her. Her grip on his hair tightened and he just barely heard her inhale deeply over the music. She countered by gripping his length as much as possible through his pants, attempting to stroke him through the material.
He stroked her as well, running his fingers through her wet folds. She mumbled a few times, but otherwise gave no indication that he was touching her so intimately. And after a few minutes of this, he decided to cross that last threshold and stuck a finger inside her.
There was no way for her to hold back her reaction to that. Her head fell back even further on his shoulder so she was practically facing the ceiling as her mouth fell open in a gasp. The hand that had been gripping his crotch moved upward, and for a moment he thought that she too was going to stick her hand into his pants, but instead she only inserted her thumb into the waistband of it, gripping it tightly as he began stroking her inner walls.
Dipper couldn’t believe this was happening. He openly had his hand down the front of Pacifica’s pants and was currently fingering her. Did no one truly see what they were doing with how crowded it was, or were they only being polite and pretending not to notice? Strangely, he found he didn’t care, but he was still surprised that he had actually worked up the nerve to do this, or that Pacifica was letting him. With as concerned about her reputation as she typically was, her allowing him to finger her like this in the middle of a crowded room where they could easily get caught was quite unexpected.
Perhaps the alcohol was having a bigger effect on them than he initially thought. He was still perfectly capable of thinking rationally, and from what he could tell, Pacifica was too, but the alcohol seemed to have lifted their inhibitions. Or maybe all the sexual tension between them over the years was finally coming to a head.
He continued thrusting his finger in and out of her and stroking her inner walls. All the while, they continued to dance together. Or, rather, it wasn’t so much dancing anymore as it was Pacifica standing in place as she circled her hips against his crotch as he grounded into her rear while they both swayed to the beat of the music. Pacifica’s head continued to rest back on his shoulder, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open as she panted, occasionally sucking her lips into her mouth or licking them as her head rolled left and right.
She was practically riding his hand now, her own hands squeezing the handful of hair she held while the one hooked into the top of his pants pulled him against her in time with his pelvic thrusts. Dipper decided to take things even further and moved the hand that was beneath her breasts higher to actually grip one of them through her shirt.
If he wasn’t pushing things before, he definitely was now. While the other partygoers might not notice his hand down her pants due to how close together everyone was dancing, there was no hiding his hand on her breast. All they had to do was look at them and they would know. And yet Pacifica didn’t seem to want him to stop, sighing against him as he gave her breast a squeeze.
Her eyes opened and her head turned to look up at him. Dipper glanced at her as well, and they stared at each other with hooded eyes, their faces close. A mere gap separated their slightly parted lips, their breath mingling. Once again, all it would take would be for one of them to pucker their lips and they would be kissing. Neither one of them seemed like they wanted to be the one to give in and take that final step though, as if they were playing some kind of game to see which of them would cave first.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” she said, just loud enough to be heard over the music, her lips grazing his as she spoke.
“Says the one who’s panties are fucking soaked,” he countered.
He didn’t swear that often, not unless the situation really called for it, and he saw Pacifica’s eyes light up, as if she took great delight in having gotten him to use profanity. She smirked as she once again returned her hand to the bulge in his pants.
“As if you can talk when you’ve got this in your pants,” she replied.
Not to be outdone, he curled his finger inside her, earning him a gasp from her. “Like I said before, it’s a natural bodily reaction. But you’re the one moaning like a whore in heat.”
Her eyelids fluttered as he continued to rub her inner walls. “A whore in heat, huh?”
Dropping her hand from his hair, she reached down and took his wrist, pulling his hand out of her pants. She lifted it up to her face, his fingers shining with her wetness in the dim light. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and began running over his fingers. A shiver ran through Dipper as she licked up her own juices, and his cock strained in his pants, desperate to get free. He practically groaned when she wrapped her lips over his middle finger and began sucking on it, swirling her tongue around the digit.
Dipper took deep breaths to control himself as she bobbed her head slightly so his finger moved in and out of her mouth, simulating something else. When she finally pulled his finger out of her mouth, she smirked up at him.
“Do you like it when I act like a whore in heat, Dipper?” she asked in a seductive voice, biting on her bottom lip.
Dipper closed his eyes to compose himself. “Fucking Northwest.”
She snickered and turned in his arms so she was facing him, keeping her whole body pressed up against his, her face right in front of his. “It’s actually kind of hot to hear you swear.” Her tongue darted out again, and she licked his lips. “So, how about it, Pines? Do you want another taste?”
Dipper’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides to hold himself back. He had stopped dancing at this point and was simply standing his ground. Pacifica proceeded to dance right up next to him, her breasts brushing over his chest. Then she erotically went down, sashaying her hips as she lowered down into a crouching position. Her hands ran down his body as well, dragging her pink-painted, manicured nails over his chest through his shirt.
She looked up at him enticingly, resting her chin on his bulge for a few seconds before rising up. She proceeded to dance against him, purposefully shoving her chest forward to rub her breasts against him. As she danced, her hands ran up her sides, stopping at her shoulders to take hold of her jacket. She pushed it back, letting it slide down her arms, leaving her in just her lavender top.
Holding up her jacket, she twirled it around to twist it up, then she draped it over Dipper’s shoulders like a scarf, pulling on the ends to keep him close. Slowly, her hands climbed the length of her jacket until she wrapped her arms around his neck, her face right in front of his again, teasing him with the kiss she had yet to give.
Dipper didn’t think he could take anymore. Placing a hand on her lower back, he pulled her flush against him, thrusting his groin into her. She just grinned in response, and he reached up with his other hand to grab her hair, giving it a yank, and she gasped as her head was pulled back.
“You’re really testing me,” he growled at her.
Another sly smile just spread across her face as she pulled against his hold on her hair. “So what are you going to do about it, Pines?”
“Probably something we’ll regret later,” he told her.
She just grinned at that and reached up to clasp his face. “Now that sounds promising.”
And with that, she finally put them both out of their misery as she aggressively pressed her lips to his. Dipper responded immediately, releasing her hair and pushing against her upper back to hold her close. He took charge of the kiss, and Pacifica’s lips parted for him. He instantly accepted the invitation, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. The moment it made contact with hers, she engaged with him, wrapping her own tongue around his, and the two oral muscles began swirling against each other.
Both of them were heedless of the fact that they were openly making out in the middle of a crowded room. Their tongues rubbed together sensually as they aggressively devoured each other’s mouths. Dipper’s hands pressed against her upper and lower back as he held her close and her arms tightened around his neck. In an imitation of what she had done in the kitchen, she wrapped her leg around his calf so she was practically grinding on his leg. He reciprocated by pushing his knee against her center, causing her to moan into his mouth as she began sliding herself against it.
They broke apart for air, both of them breathing heavily, and stared at each other with hooded eyes. Pacifica licked her lips as if savoring the taste of their kiss before grinning up at him and biting her bottom lip. Dipper had no idea what to say after what had just happened, but before he could think of anything, the leg she had wrapped around him came down and she unhooked her arms from his neck.
Reaching up, she pulled his hat off his head and placed it on her own. With her other hand, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and turned to walk away, pulling him along. Dipper stumbled after her, trying to hide the very apparent tent in his pants as he allowed her to drag him through the crowd of dancers.
She pulled him over to the stairs and began making her way up the steps, yanking him along by the front of his shirt and away from the party. It was apparent that no one was supposed to be up here, but Pacifica very clearly didn’t care, and Dipper found that he didn’t either, though he did wonder where she was taking him.
Her destination, it seemed, was the upstairs bathroom. Flicking on the light as she dragged him inside, she turned around and pushed the door closed behind him. She shoved him up against it before reaching around him and locking the door. Then she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss.
Their lips met and they fell into a heavy make out session. Pacifica’s twisted up jacket was still draped over his shoulders, and she quickly yanked it off and tossed it aside before wrapping her arms around his neck. Dipper’s arms went around her center as well, pulling her close, and she practically threw herself against him, causing him to stumble back into the door with a heavy thud.
Fortunately, the music downstairs was so loud that it drowned out the sounds of them stumbling around in the bathroom as they tumbled about against the wall; they could still hear it playing from the bathroom, but both of them no longer cared what was going on downstairs as they focused on each other.
They came apart for air, panting in each other’s open mouths, and Pacifica grinned. “I fucking knew you wanted me.”
He cut his eyes at her. “Woe to me for giving into my baser instincts.”
“Yeah?” she asked, grabbing him by the shirt again and pulling him in. “Rather than woeful, you should consider yourself lucky.”
She kissed him again, and this time she was the one to invade his mouth. She pulled him closer and they stumbled further into the bathroom, turning so her back was up against the counter with the sink behind her. Dipper let out a small hiss of pain when Pacifica bit down on his bottom lip and tugged on it a little too hard. She snickered as he pulled away, reaching up to rub his mouth.
“What the hell?” he growled, relieved to find that his lips wasn’t bleeding from how hard she bit it.
She just smirked as she reached up and removed her hoop earrings. “Oh, don’t act like you didn’t like it,” she told him. Then she shoved him back against the wall and stepped up to him, her hands pushing his vest off his shoulders before moving down to his pants and getting to work at doing his belt. “Let’s see what kind of ‘Dipper’ you’ve got in here; the big one or the little one.”
Not worried about what she would find, Dipper remained silent and let her find out for herself. When she got his belt unbuckled, she went about unzipping him with one hand while the other removed his hat from her head and tossed it in the sink. And once his fly was undone, she didn’t hesitate to stick her hand down right into his underwear and grab hold of him.
Dipper groaned at the feel of her soft hand wrapping round him and she smirked at him. “Well, you don’t feel like a Little Dipper.”
He gave her a pointed look. “You got a pretty good feel of it earlier. Couldn’t you tell then?”
“Things can feel bigger than they actually are. And for all I knew, you stuffed a zucchini down there or something.” She glanced down then and chuckled before giving him a somewhat mocking look. “Really, Dipper? Tighty-whities?”
He glared at her. “Hey, they’re comfortable, and they provide a sense of security.”
She snickered again and nipped his chin. “Well, they’re coming off.”
She dropped to her knees and pulled both his pants and his underwear down to his things. It was an immense relief to finally have his erection free of its confines, and it flopped outward, standing tall in front of Pacifica’s face, and her eyes widened at the sight of it.
“Whoa,” she commented, and for once didn’t sound condescending. “Definitely not the Little Dipper.”
He smirked down at her. “If you’re impressed, that must be a good thing.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye as she took hold of him and began pumping his length. “Well, let’s see if you can back up that two-hour-champ claim you made earlier.”
She then proceeded to stroke him. Dipper made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, letting his head fall back against the wall. Pacifica’s hand proceeded to pump him, pausing to gather up some of the clear fluid that had escaped his head and using it to make her stroking slicker. She did this for a short while before he suddenly felt her breath tickle his cock-head and he looked down at her.
As if sensing his gaze, she looked up at him with an amused smile on her lips. “Well, congratulations, you’ve proven you’re not a two-pump-chump. But let’s see how long you can really last.”
He was about to ask what she meant by that before she made a show of opening her mouth and snaking out her tongue. Keeping hold of his cock, she ran her tongue up his length, starting at the base and going all the way up to his head. She did this several times, her saliva providing lubrication that made her strokes even smoother. Then, without warning, when her tongue completed yet another upward journey, she suddenly wrapped her lips around his head and took him in her mouth.
A loud groan escaped Dipper, and he felt her smiling around his cock before she began sucking and bobbing her head. She took him in as much as she could before pulling back until just the head remained in her mouth, then took him back inside. Dipper’s eyes practically rolled up into the back of his head as she sucked him, swirling her tongue on the underside of his length as she gripped it at the base.
Looking down at the blonde head moving up and down along his length, Dipper could hardly believe that Pacifica Northwest was sucking him off. She was doing a damn fine job of it too. He’d been messing with her in the kitchen when he had implied that she was a slut, just as she had been messing with him by calling him a cherry boy, but the girl certainly knew how to give some good head.
What she couldn’t fit in her mouth she stroked with her hand, and yet each time she bobbed her head, she took a little bit more of him in, working her lips closer and closer to the base. He eventually felt himself hitting the back of her throat, and still she attempted to take more of him in. He could do little more than stand there with his hands on his hips and his eyes closed as he enjoyed the blissful feeling of her mouth.
She finally pulled off him and began gasping for breath, yet her hand never stopped moving along his length. Once she caught her breath though, she kissed her way down his cock to his sac and, to his surprise, sucked one of his balls into her mouth. He’d had girls go down on him before, but he never had any do that to him. She sucked on his testicle, rubbing her tongue around it, then pulled back, and it slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop.
More pre-cum was seeping out of his tip, and Pacifica made a dramatic show of licking it up. She then surprised him once again by running her tongue over his tiny opening a few times before inserting the tip of her tongue into it as much as she could. Dipper groaned at this, making her snicker, and she wrapped her lips around his head again, sucking on it hard for a short while before her lips slid down his length again.
She took him in even further this time, not stopping when he reached the back of her throat and instead swallowed him down. Her head kept moving, swallowing a little more of him each time, and Dipper’s own head fell back against the wall as he felt her throat muscles working around his length.
Unable to remain idle anymore, his hand came up and grabbed the back of her head, pushing her down when she took him in, helping her to work him even deeper into her throat. His hips began moving on their own, and he began thrusting forward in time with her bobbing, effectively fucking her mouth. She offered no complaints as she gripped his hips, releasing muffled gulping noises each time he thrusted into her mouth as she took more and more of him in until her lips sealed over the base of his cock.
Exhaling loudly, Dipper held her head in place, his full length inside her mouth, feeling her throat muscles massage him. Her nose remained buried in his patch of hair as she gripped his waist, running her tongue along his underside. She pulled back when she needed air and Dipper let her go. She pulled off him, taking several deep breaths, then resumed bobbing her head on him again.
Dipper could feel himself getting close. Normally he could last longer, but after their erotic dance session downstairs, he had been worked up for a while now. Small moaning sounds began escaping him and his grip on her hair tightened, clueing her in on his approaching orgasm. That’s when she decided to pull her mouth off him and ceased pumping him with her hand, gripping him tightly at his base instead, as if to prevent him from reaching orgasm.
Opening his eyes, Dipper looked down at her in disbelief. She hadn’t done all that just to leave him with the worst case of blue balls, did she? She couldn’t possibly be that much of a tease, could she?
Squeezing him tightly, Pacifica gave him a knowing smile. “Don’t even think about it, Pines. We’re far from finished. You certainly proved that you’re not a two-pump-chump though, so congrats on that.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, attempting to look arrogant. “I’m also a quick recovery in case you’re interested.”
She just smiled more broadly and stood up. “Good to know, but I’ll be deciding where and when you get to shoot your load for our first time.”
His eyebrows rose at her ‘first time’ remark, and he wondered if there were any implications behind it. But then she was gripping the bottom of her shirt and turning it inside out as she pulled it up over her head, revealing her lacey pink bra beneath it. She tossed it into his face, and it ended up getting caught on his head. When he pulled it off, he saw that her hands were now busy undoing her pants.
“While you take some time to get control of yourself, let’s see if you’re good with your mouth at something other than talking,” she told him as she undid her jeans.
Accepting her challenge, Dipper reached out and hooked his index fingers into her jeans, yanking her up against him. “You mean better than you are with yours. How much did you practice to get that good?”
“Jealous?”
“You wish.”
She rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you quit being a smart ass and return the favor.”
“Whatever you say, Miss Northwest.”
He pushed her up against the counter, and she let out a gasp as her rear hit it. Then he dropped down to his knees and began working her jeans past her hips and down her legs. They were so tight he wondered how she got them on in the first place, and how they didn’t cut off her circulation. He managed to pull them down past her knees though and turned his eyes to her panties. They matched her bra in both color and material, appearing just as lacey.
“Too bad I had laser hair removal,” she told him, “otherwise you would soon see without a shadow of a doubt that I’m a natural blonde.”
He cut his eyes up at her. “Of course a rich bitch like you would have gotten laser hair removal.”
“Hey, it’s a more effective and permanent solution than shaving or waxing.” She ran a finger across her cleavage. “Not that you need to wax. Your sister tells me you haven’t grown any chest hair since the one she plucked for her scrapbook.”
Eyes narrowing, Dipper stood up and turned her around. She let out another gasp and gripped the edge of the sink as he pressed himself up against her. “Was that a jab at my manliness?” he asked, wondering just how much his big-mouthed sister had told her about his journey to gain manliness with the Manotaurs.
She just smirked at his reflection in the mirror in front of them. “I actually prefer my men to be less hairy.”
“Good to know,” he replied as he reached down to grab hold of her panties, “but I ain’t planning on shaving my downstairs.”
He yanked hard, completely tearing her panties right off her. He saw a flash of arousal pass across her face before a look of outrage took its place. “Hey, what the hell, Dipshit! Those were expensive!”
He scoffed as he held up her torn panties; she may be mad, but he could tell how much of a turn on she’d found it to have him rip her panties off. “Please, a rich brat like you can afford a pair of these for every day of the year.”
“Screw you, Pines. It’s the principle that matters. Those were one of my favorite pairs.”
“And you wore them for me? I’m flattered.” Dropping her panties, he gripped her chin, turned her head back, and kissed her. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back in my own way.”
He got down to his knees again and removed one of her boots and sock, then the other. Then he went about the grueling task of working her pants off. Once he accomplished that, he took hold of her hips and turned her around. Her bare pussy was now directly in front of his face, and he felt his mouth water at the sight of it. His gaze went up higher to Pacifica’s face. She was now looking down at him eagerly, no longer looking angry over her panties.
“You better get to work if you really want to pay me back,” she told him.
Her gave her a mock glare. “And you better stop talking before I gag you with those panties.”
She smirked at him. “Yeah, I bet you’d love that.”
He gripped her hips. “Not as much as you’re about to love this.”
He returned his attention to her bald pussy, seeing for himself just how wet she was. It wasn’t until this moment though that he realized how much he wanted to taste her, and he dove right in, dragging his tongue over her dripping slit. Pacifica made a “Mmm” sound as he licked from the bottom of her entrance to the top, then repeated the motion. Her head fell back and she spread her legs wider, allowing him to shove more of his face against her.
He licked her several times before closing his mouth over her completely and began to feats on her. He heard a gasp come from up above, and a few moments later, he felt Pacifica’s hands run through his hair. She gripped his scalp and pushed him more fully between her legs. He continued dragging his tongue over her, lapping up her nectar, then stuck his tongue up inside her, causing her hold on his hair to tighten considerably.
Moans and gasps were now escaping Pacifica regularly as he devoured her. She tasted even better than he imagined. His eyes moved upward to see her reactions, but her head was hanging back in delight. But then, as if sensing his gaze, she looked down at him, watching as he feasted on her. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were hooded as she panted heavily, and Dipper didn’t think she ever looked sexier.
Leaning back, Pacifica rested against the counter, reaching back to grip it with one hand. The other remained on the back of his head, keeping it pressed against her. One of Dipper’s own hands let go of her hip and spread her open, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper with his tongue. Then his other hand went to work as well as he inserted his index finger up into her. Pacifica’s eyes fluttered and she let out a groan, briefly letting her head fall back before she looked back down at him.
Dipper focused his attention on her clit, lavishing it with his tongue. The thumb and index finger of one of his hands kept her opening spread for him as he thrusted his index finger of his other hand in and out of her. All the while, he watched Pacifica’s face, observing the different expressions that crossed it. The licking or biting of her lips, the fluttering of her eyes, and the ‘O’ shape her mouth created told him how much she enjoyed what he was doing. He added a second finger, causing her to groan loudly, and he couldn’t help the feeling of smugness he felt at getting such a reaction out of her.
She shifted above him, leaning back more fully on the counter and lifting a leg over his shoulder. This spread her open even more as he flickered his tongue over her clit. He stopped thrusting his fingers inside her and now kept them buried inside her as he massaged her inner walls, seeking out her G-spot. It didn’t take him long to find it, and when he did, her whole body jerked slightly in response. He focused his attention on that area, and her moans began coming out faster and louder.
“God! Fuck!” she suddenly cried out, her face twisting into a grimace and her head falling back as she came in a rush. She shoved his head hard between her legs, the toes on the foot she had resting on his back curling enough to grip his shirt.
Pulling his fingers out of her, Dipper once again gripped her hips to hold her in place as she trembled in orgasm. He sealed his mouth over her entrance, shoving his tongue as deeply inside her as he could as he drank up her juices. He swirled his tongue around her as she gasped for breath, shoving his face into her each time her body jerked.
When her orgasm came to an end, she lifted her head as she panted heavily. She released the counter to reach up and brush back the hair that was stuck to her forehead before wiping her damp face. Returning her attention to Dipper, she removed her leg from his shoulder and reached down to grab hold of his shirt, yanking him to his feet.
“Get up here, Pines,” she practically growled, and the moment he had risen to his full height, she pulled him in for a kiss.
The two devoured each other’s mouths and Pacifica moaned into his. Dipper felt an erotic thrill go through him at the thought that her moan was probably a result of her tasting herself on him as they kissed. Her hands then went from gripping the front end of his shirt to clawing at the bottom of it as she attempted to pull it over his head and toss it onto the floor before his lips found hers again.
Wrapping his arms around her, Dipper lifted her up and set her down on the counter, then moved to stand between her legs. Reaching behind her, Pacifica unfastened her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders. Her breasts spilled out as her last article of clothing fell away, and she carelessly tossed it to join the rest of their clothes on the floor, never once stopping their making out.
While still as hard as ever, the time Dipper had taken to feast on her had allowed him to regain control of himself, and he stood at full attention, his erection bumping against her stomach. Pacifica then reached down between them and took hold of him, pulling him even closer. But when he felt her press him up against her wetness, a thought suddenly occurred to him and he tore his mouth away from her.
“Pacifica, wait,” he gasped out.
“No more waiting, Pines,” she said breathlessly. “I need you to fuck me.”
“I don’t have any protection,” he told her.
She blinked a few times, as if it were taking a few moments to comprehend his words. Once she did, however. She gave him a somewhat mocking smirk. “Really? Mr. Prepared For Anything didn’t bring a condom with him to a dance party full of a bunch of drunk and horny teens and young adults?”
He glared at her. “I wasn’t planning on getting laid.”
“Story of your life I’ll bet,” she teased. “Don’t worry though, I’m on the pill, so we’re good. Besides, raw-dogging feels so much better.”
He rolled his eyes in response to her jab. “Of course, you would be on the pill. But pregnancy isn’t the only concern.”
Reaching up, she flicked his forehead. “I’m clean, you dork. And I can assume a cherry boy like you won’t be giving me anything either.”
Rather than repeat how he wasn’t a virgin, he instead replied with, “The only thing you’ll be getting from me are several orgasms.”
He got the response he wanted, catching her off guard, and he watched with great satisfaction as her eyes widened at his remark. But then she smirked at him again and gave him a challenging look. “That remains to be seen, Pines. You’re going to have to back up your claim.” She grabbed his cock again, a little too tightly, and pulled him closer. “Now shut up and get your dick inside me already.”
She did some of the work for him, positioning him at her entrance and running his head up and down her slit, coating it with her wetness. Dipper took over from there, grabbing her ass and pulling her towards the edge of the counter. “Whatever you say, Miss Northwest.”
She had already inserted the tip herself, and he pushed forward, driving himself into her. Pacifica let out a breathy cry as Dipper emitted a deep groan at the exquisite feel of finally being inside her. Her legs came up on either side of him as she leaned back, balancing on her forearms, her eyes closing in bliss.
“God, yes,” she gasped out, her head rolling around on her shoulders. “That feels amazing.”
Dipper took a few deep breaths as the feel of her inner walls massaging his length threatened to make him lose control. “This is just the start.”
“Then show me,” she demanded. “Fuck the shit out of me, Pines.”
“As you wish.”
He pulled back and slammed into her again. Pacifica’s whole body jerked and she let out a loud gasp. He did it again, getting the same response from her. His hips began steadily moving as he drove into her, building up a rhythm. With the music blaring downstairs, he couldn’t help but to start fucking her to the beat of it. Pacifica most definitely didn’t seem to mind based on the way she responded. It was actually a good thing the music was so loud, because she was quite vocal each time their hips crashed together.
Dipper couldn’t believe it, he was actually fucking Pacifica Northwest. He hadn’t realized before now just how much he wanted to. Had she wanted it too and had simply figured it out before him? There had always been a great deal of sexual tension between them, for years now. Had it been building up all this time and finally reached a capping point? If so, it was definitely paying off. Maybe Mabel had been right about them all along.
But as he told her, this was only the start. He kept a firm grip on her hips as he pulled her into him each time he slammed into her, feeling the tip of his cock bump against her cervix each time. Her inner muscles gripped him tightly, and she clenched and unclenched them each time he pushed in and pulled out, sending shivers down his spine. She pushed back against him in turn, using the counter as leverage to shove her hips at him.
Dipper couldn’t decide where he wanted to look, at the looks of pleasure flashing across her face, at the sight of his cock moving in and out of her, or at how her breasts jiggled in time with their movements. He eventually settled his gaze on her chest and leaned forward. Grabbing hold of one of her firm globes, he latched his mouth over her nipple and began sucking on it. Pacifica moaned even louder, and one of her hands came up to tangle in his hair, keeping his head pressed to her chest.
He sucked hard on her breast, twirling his tongue around her nipple, then lightly took it between his teeth, giving it a light tug. By the way she gripped his hair, he could tell she enjoyed that, and he switched over to her other breast, taking that nipple into his mouth. The hand that was gripping her other breast moved to cover it completely, kneading and massaging it. As his mouth continued to tease her nipple, his fingers lightly tweaked and twisted her other one, and Pacifica groaned as her legs squeezed his sides.
“Come on, Pines,” she gasped out. “Fuck me harder. I’m not going to break. I may be rich, but I’m not delicate.”
Releasing her nipple, he looked up at her. “So you like it rough, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised.” He shifted closer so he was looming over her. “But if that’s what you want.”
He began driving into her faster and harder. Pacifica’s face twisted in pleasure as she hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer so his forehead rested against hers. Her legs slid around his waist and crossed behind him, and she used her heels to help pull him into her with every thrust.
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Oh, fuck, yes! That’s what I’m looking for! Fuck me, Dipper! Oh, God, fuck me!”
He didn’t need to be told twice, and slammed into her with every thrust. Beads of sweat flew off him and onto her with the force of his thrusts, and he watched in near fascination as her own precipitation ran down her face. His eyes fell to her lush lips as she panted, and she either read his mind or saw where he was looking and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Their tongues fully engaged, mimicking what their lower bodies were doing.
Pacifica clung to him tightly, holding him close as they moved together. Her breasts were squashed between them, dragging against his chest as their bodies slid together. They kissed until the need for air became too great, then broke apart, both of them panting heavily, their faces twisted into grimaces of pleasure.
With one hand on her center back, Dipper reached up with his other one, pressing it up against the mirror for leverage, and the glass fogged up around his hand. He didn’t even notice though as he continued pounding into her. “God damn, you’re so fucking tight.”
She grinned at his remark. “Change your mind about me being a slut?”
“Change your mind about me being a virgin?”
She laughed. “I don’t know, you might still– God, fuck– just be going off what you– ooh– saw in pornos.”
He snorted. “Then let me show you otherwise.”
He rose to stand up straight and pulled her even closer so her lower body was practically hanging off the side of the counter, pushing her to lay down. Taking one of her legs, he lifted it up and turned her slightly on her side, resting her leg against his shoulder and hugging it to him. Then he really began driving into her, his hips moving in rapid succession.
Pacifica cried out loudly, and Dipper was once again grateful to the loud music for drowning her out to the other partygoers. She was practically wailing now, her mouth hanging open as she let out both silent and vocal screams, her eyes rolling up into her head before they squeezed shut in delight. Her nails on one hand clawed at the counter as her other hand grabbed her own breast, squeezing it tightly as Dipper pounded into her faster than ever.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!” she practically shouted.
Dipper couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction. He loved the sight of Pacifica losing control as she got lost in the pleasure he gave her. Knowing that he was the cause of her to be in such a state was immensely gratifying, and he couldn’t help but think how her snobby parents would react to the thought of him of all people fucking their daughter to orgasm like this.
“Still think my skills are just based on what I’ve seen in pornos?” he grunted out.
“Fuck, no!” she exclaimed as she struggled to suck in air. But then her eyes suddenly lit up with inspiration and she reached up and placed a hand on his chest. “Wait. Wait, stop. Stop.”
He halted his thrusting, giving her a bewildered look. “What’s wrong?”
She took a few moments to catch her breath, then pulled her leg down from where he was holding it and lightly pushed at his chest. He backed up and she slid off the counter squatting down. At first he thought she was going to suck him off again, but then she grabbed her pants and began rummaging around in them. She found what she was looking for and pulled her phone out of her pocket, then stood up again.
Dipper raised an eyebrow as she began fiddling with the device. “What are you doing? You’re not going to film us making a porno, are you?”
He’d said it as a joke, but then she smiled. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
He blinked at her words, completely caught off guard by them. “Wait, what?”
She snickered. “Relax, Dipshit, I’m not going to post it online or anything; I’m not stupid. I just want this for myself. Since you only come here during the summer, I want to have it for my personal use for whenever you’re not around.” She gave him a smirk. “You want me to send you a copy?”
Before Dipper had a chance to consider what she meant by the “for when you’re not around” part of what she said, he was distracted by the question. “A what? A copy?” He felt himself blush at the thought of him having a video of himself going at it, and bashfully rubbed the back of his head while averting his eyes. “I, uh… don’t know. I never thought of having something like that.”
This just made her snicker again. “Tell you what then, I’ll send you a copy anyway, and you can do whatever you want with it from here. Excluding uploading it anywhere or sharing it with anyone.”
“Obviously.”
“Good.” She then turned so she was facing away from him. Leaning over the counter, she wiggled her ass at him, then held up her phone, the camera pointed away from them to film their reflections in the mirror in front of the sink, and hit the record button. When Dipper didn’t make a move, she looked up at his reflection expectantly. “Well, what are you waiting for, Pines? Time to dip your stick back into the Pacifica Ocean.”
Dipper rolled his eyes. “Haha, real cute. You’re certainly as wet as the ocean.”
“And just as tight as the Mariana Trench,” she playfully remarked. “Now get to spelunking.”
Dipper decided not to tell her that the Mariana Trench was actually forty-three miles wide, and so was not a tight squeeze at all like she seemed to be implying she was. Instead, he came up behind her, grasping her hip with one hand and himself with the other. He felt a little awkward about having sex while she was recording them, but he pushed the feeling aside as he ran the head of his cock over her opening.
“Spelunking, huh?” he repeated with a smirk. “I’m surprised you know what that word means. It’s related to exploring caves though, not trenches.”
A look of mild annoyance crossed her face. “We can talk about you fucking my ass later, just get your dick back inside me.”
He was once again caught off guard by her comment as he continued to tease her weeping entrance. “Why am I not surprised you like getting fucked in the ass?”
She glared at his reflection. “For your information, I’m still a virgin in that area. Be grateful that I’m considering giving it to you at some point.”
Her words had him groaning and his cock becoming impossibly harder. If she actually gave him that offer, he would jump on it. He may not be a virgin, but he’d never fucked anyone’s ass before.
Raising the hand that had been holding her hip, he gave her rear a firm smack, causing her to gasp. “You really are a bad girl.”
“Then hurry up and punish me, damn it.”
He brought his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock between her nether-lips. “Oh, I’m going to make you scream yourself hoarse.”
“Promises, promi– Ahh! Fuck!”
Dipper smirked as she cut herself off when he completely drove himself into her with one hard thrust. Gripping her hips, he wasted no time in setting a rhythm, once again finding himself matching the beat of the music. Pacifica began grunting every time his hips slammed into her firm ass. It seemed she forgot about recording them at first, but upon catching sight of them in the mirror, she held her phone up to capture the sight.
Dipper’s eyes went to her phone, taking in the sight on the screen. He saw a miniature image of what was on display in the mirror, and as he looked at their reflections, he had to admit, they did look pretty hot together. He returned his gaze to Pacifica’s reflection in the mirror, and had to hold back from smirking at the expression on her flushed face. She was breathing heavily, as if she were in the middle of an intense workout, which, he supposed, she was. Every so often, her face twisted into a grimace of what he would describe as tortured pleasure.
Then she seemed to notice that he was watching her, and she turned her gaze from her phone to the mirror, catching the eye of his reflection. They held each other’s gazes as they proceeded to rut away, and Dipper could have sworn he felt her inner muscles start clenching at him even harder; maintaining eye contact like this was hot.
But then the contact was broken as Pacifica grunted loudly. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her teeth clenched together tightly as she began making loud hissing noises. The hand that wasn’t holding her phone began slapping against the countertop and her mouth dropped open in another grunt as she arched her back.
Pacifica’s hair hung to one side, leaving her back bare, and Dipper found himself fascinated by the beads of sweat running down it. Unable to resist, he released her hips and began running his nails down the length of her back, going back to the top to start again once he reached the bottom. Pacifica shivered in response, and her back went from arching to curving as she lowered her head down onto the counter.
The moment she did, Dipper grabbed her long blonde hair. Wrapping it around his hand, he gave it a hard yank, pulling Pacifica back up so she was no longer leaning on the counter, or even touching it at all. She seemed to enjoy the rough treatment though, her mouth and eyes open as wide as ever. Holding her phone above her, she turned it around so she was now recording them directly in a selfie shot rather than their reflections.
Dipper kept hold of her hair with one hand while the other remained on her hips as he pounded into her. With a surge of strength, he began thrusting into her as fast and as hard as possible. Pacifica went from issuing one cry after another to one continuous wail. The hand that wasn’t holding her phone that had been bracing itself on her own kneecap flew out to the side and began waving around, as if seeking something to hold onto.
It was a vigorous and tiring pace, and after about a minute of furious pounding, he needed a break. He stopped his intense thrusting and instead wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him. His left hand circled around her waist and found placement on her stomach while his right arm went over her shoulder, pressing up against her neck as he grabbed her left breast. This allowed him to nuzzle her cheek as he breathed heavily in her ear.
The hand she had been waving around came up to caress his hair as she leaned her head back against his shoulder, much like back when they had been dancing. Dipper resumed thrusting into her at a slower pace, keeping his strokes deep. Likewise, Pacifica now took low deep breaths, seemingly in time with his thrusts, letting out a sigh with each exhale. Her hand fell away from his head and reached behind him to grip his rear, pulling him into her with each of his thrusts.
Dipper once again looked to the phone in her hand as she held it over them. Pacifica’s head was resting on his shoulder, her mouth open, her eyes nearly closed. It made for a rather erotic sight, and he moved the hand on her stomach further down to rub her clit. Her eyes fluttered open as she inhaled loudly and she turned her head to the side, her lips seeking out his. They kissed for a time, then they both looked up at the phone again, observing themselves on the screen.
The slower pace provided Dipper with the brief resting period he needed, and he soon found himself beginning to fuck her again in time with the music. Pacifica’s breathing increased and her moans returned, steadily becoming more dramatic. Dipper sensed that she was getting close and increased his thrusts, rubbing his fingers over her clit more forcefully. She began squirming in his arms as her orgasm grew closer.
Wanting to see her come undone, he upped his game even further. Bending her over the counter once more, he hooked an arm under her leg and lifted it up to rest it on the counter. He kept her pressed down with one hand on the back of her neck as he resumed pounding into her furiously. Pacifica jerked across the counter with every thrust, her breasts rubbing against the countertop in time with his movements, the two round orbs sliding against the cool surface that was rapidly warming up from her body heat.
As Pacifica continued to get more vocal, her hand holding her phone in the air began to shake. Her grip on it suddenly went slack and the phone dropped from it, landing beside the sink. She now gripped the rim with one hand while the other rested against the mirror, aiding her in pushing back against Dipper. Her cries got louder until she was practically letting out a scream each time Dipper drove into her, and suddenly, her whole body jerked and she uncontrollably attempted to lift her head, but was held down by the hand Dipper had against the back of her neck.
Dipper felt her orgasm before anything else. Her insides squeezed him harder than ever before they began vibrating almost violently, and a rush of hot fluid washed over his cock. This was quickly followed up by her whole body beginning to spasm before she let out her loudest scream yet. He kept her pressed down against the counter as she thrashed about, every muscle in her body quivering uncontrollably. He ceased his thrusting and let out a groan as he struggled not to join her in climax.
He held her down all throughout her orgasm, his eyes taking in every detail. The first time he had made her cum, he had been preoccupied by what he was doing with his head between her legs. Now though, once he was sure he wouldn’t spill himself, he was able to fully appreciate the sight of Pacifica Northwest lost in the throes of orgasm. He immediately decided that it was one of his favorite sights, one he really wanted to see again.
When Pacifica finally quieted down, she was left breathing heavily as she lay flat on the countertop. Reaching up, she brushed some of her hair out of her face before taking a little more time to recover from the intensity of her orgasm. She seemed to became conscious of the fact that Dipper was no longer holding her down and had instead begun rubbing her back soothingly.
A pleased smile crossed her face as she felt Dipper still hard inside her, and she shifted her leg off the counter as she rose up. “Damn, Pines, you definitely aim to impress.”
He smirked at her compliment. “Care to reconsider your thoughts of me being an inexperienced cherry boy who only knows what he knows from watching porn?”
She laughed at that as she pushed back her hair and looked back at him. “Ok, I can admit when I was wrong.”
He snorted. “Since when?”
“Oh, shut up,” she told him, reaching back and pushing against his chest. He stepped back, sliding out of the warm confines of her body, immediately missing her wet heat. “Otherwise I might just leave you standing at attention.”
He huffed at that. “You wouldn’t.”
Turning to him, she tapped her chin as she pretended to consider it. “Hmm, wouldn’t I?”
He gave her a pointed look. “You’d be missing out on the benefits of continuing, and I know you’re too spoiled for that.”
She laughed again. “Well, damn, call my bluff why don’t you.” She reached out and grabbed him. “But you’re right, I am spoiled, and I want what’s mine.” She gave him a squeeze. “And what you’ve got in there belongs to me; I’ve earned it.”
“I won’t deny that you earned it,” he told her, thinking back to how she had seduced him and how good of a lay she had been thus far.
“You’re damn right I did,” she replied.
“Such a mouth on you tonight.”
Smirking, she leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Do I need to remind you what else I can do with my mouth?”
He felt his cheeks heat as he remembered the feel of her lips wrapped around his cock until she nearly had him cumming down her throat before she had cut him off. She smirked at the blush on his face and gave his cock a tug as she stepped away from him and headed to the other side of the bathroom, quite literally leading him along by his cock. She then let go and turned to him before pointing towards the toilet.
“Sit,” she ordered in a voice that held no room for argument.
Dipper saw no reason not to listen, and so sat down on the toilet. Pacifica moved to stand between his legs, then got down on her knees. Keeping her eyes on him, she smirked as she took him in her hand, jerking him a few times before opening her mouth and lowering her head onto him. Dipper groaned as he once again entered the warm confines of her mouth, and she began bobbing her head on him.
Pacifica moaned around his cock as her head went up and down on him, the sound sending delightful vibrations flowing over his member. An excited thrill raced through him as he realized that Pacifica was sucking her own juices off his cock. He placed one hand on the back of her head to push her down each time she lowered her head, and his other hand soon joined it as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her mouth on him.
One of her hands gripped the base, stroking him as her mouth went up and down, while her other hand fondled his balls, providing extra stimulation. She eventually stopped stroking him though as she began taking him more and more into her mouth, and when Dipper cracked open his eyes to look down at her, he saw that she was now touching herself. This caused another groan to escape him. The thought of her masturbating while she sucked him off was a major turn on, and he once again closed his eyes as he gave himself over to sensation.
She went on like this for a minute or two before pulling off him, her saliva having now replaced the wetness of her juices coating his cock. She took a few moments to get her breathing under control before she rose up to her full height on her knees. Reaching up, she grasped her breasts and moved her chest forward. Dipper’s eyes widened as she wrapped both globes of flesh around his cock and began moving them up and down his length, his cock pillowed between her breasts.
“Shit,” he groaned at the feel of her soft breasts moving over him, her saliva allowing for even smoother movements.
Pacifica smirked arrogantly. “So, still think my breasts are fake, or can you now tell the difference?”
He gave her a pointed look. “I thought you were of the mind that I didn’t have enough experience to tell the difference.”
A playful chuckle escaped her. “Yeah, but someone with a brain as big as yours should be smart enough to able to tell the difference between silicone and homegrown.”
“Hmm…” he muttered, pretending to think about it. “I might need to experiment with them more than once to be sure.”
Another chuckle escaped her. “And you think I’m greedy.”
“I said spoiled, not greedy.
“Smart ass.”
“Rich bitch.”
“I can’t help being rich.”
“I can’t help being smart.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, don’t you have an answer for everything.”
He grinned. “The benefits of being so smart.”
“Oh yeah?” She released her breasts and they fell away from his cock. Then she rose up to stand over him with her hands on her hips, leaning forward so her face was right in front of his. “If you’re so smart, then tell me what I’m going to do next?”
The look she gave him was smug and challenging, and he matched it with a similar look. “Well, smart is different from psychic, but judging by how excited you seemed to have gotten from blowing and tit-fucking me, my guess is that you won’t be able to resist riding me until you cum on my cock.”
Her smile widened and there was a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Well, you’re half right.”
Rising to her full height again, she turned around. Backing up so she now stood with a leg on either side of his, she reached down and grabbed hold of him. She lined him up with her entrance and then sat down, making them both groan as he filled her once more.
Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a smug look. “This is what I was planning to do next.”
He gave her an equally as smug look. “This is still riding me, Pacifica, just in reverse.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, just shut up and fuck me.”
“You’re on top, Paz; the ball’s in your court.”
She scowled at the nickname. “Don’t call me ‘Paz’, Mason.”
He cocked his head to the side, ignoring her use of his real name. “You let Mabel call you that sometimes.”
Her scowl only deepened. “Yeah, well, number one, she calls me that without my permission. And number two, I’m not fucking Mabel, am I? Now, do you want to chit-chat, or do you want to fuck?”
She wiggled her bottom in his lap, making him groan. “Fuck, please.”
That made her smirk in satisfaction. “That’s what I thought.”
“Though it’s possible to do both.”
She scoffed. “Just shut up already. If I recall, you promised me several orgasms. That’s a minimum of three in my book. So far, you only gave me one. A big one, sure, but still only one.”
He gave her a pointed look. “What happened with my mouth says you’re up to two.”
“That doesn’t count. I want you to fuck me to orgasm. So you better get to it, Dipshit.”
In response, he gave her side a slap. “Once again, the ball’s in your court. So if you want to start fucking, you better get moving.”
Her smirk returned. “Fine, challenge accepted.”
She began moving on him, pushing herself up and then letting gravity pull her back down. Dipper grumbled as she rose and fell on him, bringing his hands up and taking hold of her breasts, her nipples pressing into palms. He began squeezing and rolling them around, pushing them together and pulling them apart. Pacifica’s own hands came up and covered his as he massaged her breasts. Pushing against him and showing him what she enjoyed as she bounced in his lap.
The sound of wet flesh smacking together filled the room, barely audible over the music from downstairs. Pacifica let out a pleased grunt every time she dropped back down, her hair dancing against her back and tickling Dipper’s stomach each time it brushed against it. Every so often, she would stop bouncing and either make circles with her hips or push forward and back for several seconds before resuming her up and down movements.
Low, hissing grunts escaped Dipper each time Pacifica dropped onto his lap. He had to admit, as much as he had enjoyed fucking her earlier, it was equally as pleasurable to have her riding him. Once again, he still couldn’t believe it was Pacifica Northwest he had his cock buried in, but he was loving every second of it. He continued fondling her breasts as she proceeded to bounce in his lap, then decided to focus on her nipples.
Releasing her breasts, he took both her nipples between his thumb and index fingers, lightly twisting them back and forth, giving them a tweak, and pulling on them until her breasts stood out. Pacifica gasped at his treatment of them, her own hands dropping to fall on her legs, gripping her kneecaps. All the while, she continued to rise and fall on him as he pulled her breasts in different directions by her nipples, causing her to cry out in delight.
Their tempo was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the toilet flushing as Dipper accidentally hit the lever with his elbow while fondling Pacifica’s breasts. They both paused and glanced back at it before looking at each other and letting out a mutual laugh. Pacifica then lifted a leg, resting it on the side of the edge of the bathtub beside the toilet, and leaned back to wrap an arm around Dipper’s neck, grasping his shoulder, allowing her to lean in and kiss him, their tongues fully engaged.
As they made out, Pacifica went from bouncing in his lap to moving her hips back and forth. Dipper moved his hips as well as much as he could to meet her thrusts, moving his hands down to her hips to help push and pull her against him as they moved together. With his hands no longer on her chest, Pacifica’s remaining hand grabbed her own breast as she moaned into his mouth.
She broke the kiss with a gasp as the hand Dipper had on top of her upraised leg moved to her center and began rubbing her clit. Eyes closed, they panted in each other’s mouths as they moved in sync, their faces pressed against each other. Pacifica’s nails dug into both her breasts as Dipper’s shoulder as her toes curled in delight.
“Are you… enjoying… fucking me?” Pacifica gasped out.
Dipper responded by taking her clit between his two fingers and rubbed them together, causing her to gasp-cry out loudly. “I know you’re enjoying fucking me,” he told her, ignoring her question. “Was this your plan the whole time? To seduce me with your sexy dancing?”
She grinned at that. “My sexy…. Dancing, huh…? You mean… like this…?”
Dropped her leg from the bathtub and removing her arm from around his neck, she leaned forward until she was squatting down, holding onto her legs for balance. Then she began twerking against him, shaking her ass up and down like she had downstairs, only now with him inside her. Dipper sucked in a large breath of air through his nose as he sat back on the toilet, watching as her ass rose and fell on him.
He couldn’t resist raising his hand and giving her a good smack right on her rear. Pacifica gasped in response, momentarily breaking her pace, but then resumed it again. Dipper followed up with another slap, this time to her other cheek, causing her to let out a hiss of pleasure, though she kept pace with her up and down movements this time.
He proceeded to slap one cheek, then the other, waiting several seconds between each slap. Every time his palm made contact with her ass, it sent a series of vibrations through her that massaged his length that they both seemed to enjoy. And when both cheeks had developed a rosy-colored glow to them, he soothed the areas with gentle caresses.
His gaze moved higher to her back and the curtain of hair covering it. Reaching up, he pulled it to the side so it hung over her shoulder, allowing both his hands and eyes to explore the expanse of her back. Perspiration caused her skin to glisten in the light and strands of hair to stick to it, and he pushed it aside to join the rest of her hair, allowing him to revel in the softness of her smooth, damp skin.
“Is this the… ah… dancing you were tal-talking about?” she asked through her panting.
Remembering her reaction to when he did it before, he began lightly scratching his nails down her back, causing her skin to break out in goose-bumps. “I actually liked it more when you were pressed up against me so I could touch you.”
She smiled at him over her shoulder. “Oh, like this?”
She leaned back against him as he slouched on the toilet so she was practically laying on top of him, letting her head fall back on his shoulder. She then changed things up by crossing her legs, and Dipper hissed as her inner muscles squeezed him. Due to their positions, he couldn’t fill her as much as before, but her crossed legs caused her to squeeze him tighter than ever.
“Is this what you meant?” she asked in a low voice that he almost didn’t hear over the music.
Dipper’s hands went to her hips and he began sliding her against him. “Did your dancing get you the results you were looking for from it?” he asked, once again ignoring her question.
“What do you think?”
“I think you got more than you bargained for.”
She laughed at his response. “Well, you’re right about that.”
Reaching down, she grasped his hips, using them for leverage as he moved her over him, pushing against the floor with her feet at the same time. They moaned in unison as they moved at a slower pace, unaffected by the music’s rhythm this time, mostly because the position demanded it. Every so often, Pacifica would release a loud gasp, otherwise, she was sucking her lips into her mouth while letting out small whimpers and mumbling sounds.
Dipper breathed deeply through his nose and out his mouth to help maintain his stamina. He inhaled her perfume with every intake of air, and he turned his nose into her hair, breathing extra deeply. He moved further downward and latched his lips onto her neck, just over her pulse point, and listened to the whimper that escaped her as he did so. She tilted her head to the side to give him more access and he sucked at the area, enjoying the salty taste of her skin.
“Yessss,” she breathed with a hiss. “Mark me, Dipper. Lay your claim to me.”
For some reason, he found that to be incredibly erotic, and went about to be extra sure he left a mark on her neck where his mouth was. When he was thoroughly satisfied with that, he made his way down her neck to her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses behind. Pacifica turned her head the other way, seeking out his lips, and he pressed his to hers again.
They kissed for a while, and then Pacifica began to get up. Turning around, she straddled him on the toilet, placing her hands on his shoulders for balance.
“I want to watch you so I can see how much you enjoy fucking me,” she told him cheekily.
He gave her a teasing smile as he took hold of her hips again and ground her against him. “So, you’re a voyeur then, huh?”
That made her smile. “You want to talk about voyeurism?” she asked, reaching between them to take hold of his length. “I’ll give you something to watch.”
She pressed his cock up against her, rubbing it over her slit. His hard flesh ran through her wet folds, separating and moving through them, but not penetrating. Pacifica’s eyes went back and forth between watching what she was doing and looking at the borderline tortured look on his face as she teased him. She began lifting her hips as if to impale herself, only to slid back down onto his lap again without doing so.
“Pacifica, you’re killing me here,” he groaned when he couldn’t take it any longer.
She giggled. “I think I like it when you beg.”
“I’m not begging.”
“No? Then maybe I should see if I can make you.”
He let out an annoyed groan. “Fine, I’m begging, alright.”
She smiled in satisfaction. “Good boy.”
She rose up over him again and pressed his length against her. This time, she allowed his head to be inserted and she sank down on him. Her head feel back with a sigh as Dipper exhaled in relief at being surrounded by her wet heat once again. She returned both hands to his shoulders as she simply relished in the feel of being filled by him for several long moments, then she began moving on top of him. Like he had earlier, she seemed to have naturally fallen into a rhythm that matched the beat of the music.
Dipper gripped her hips, helping her to move along as she thrusted against him. His eyes became fixated on the area where their two bodies became one, becoming fascinated at how her nether-lips gripped the base of his cock. Slowly his gaze moved higher to her flat stomach, watching as her muscles flexed each time she moved against him. He could have even sworn he saw the impression of his cock pressing against the inside of her stomach a few times.
His eyes moved up higher to her breasts as they swayed in front of his face in time with her movements. Seeing her protruding nipples, he couldn’t resist lifting his head and catching one in his mouth as her breasts came at him. Pacifica’s gasps turned into a small cry and she hugged his head, pressing his face into her bosom and resting her chin on top of his head. He wrapped his arms around her back, hugging her to him as well as he sucked on her nipple.
They went on like that for a time until Dipper felt Pacifica’s muscles begin to tense up. Releasing his head and lifting hers, she grasped his shoulders once more and began to move more fervently against him. Realizing that she was working herself towards another orgasm, he released her nipple and grasped her hips once more, pulling her harder against him each time she brought her hips forward. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open as she panted heavily, her breath coming out faster and faster.
“Say something smart, Pines,” Pacifica suddenly gasped out as she thrusted her hips at him.
Her words managed to penetrate his lust-filled brain, but he struggled to think of anything intelligent to say, and somehow settled on sex related content. “A woman’s clit has over 8,000 nerves endings meant for pleasure. In some cases, headaches can actually get you more in the mood for sex. A person’s genitals only make up about ten percent of their erogenous zones. Sex is actually a pretty good way to exercise, where an hour of sex is about the equivalent of thirty minutes of jogging, plus it’s good for your health and immune system.”
Pacifica’s face twisted in a near grimace, as if his words had aroused her further. “God, you are such a nerd!”
Her nails dug into his shoulder as she cried out louder and louder. She began grinding against him each time she brought her hips forward until she stopped thrusting altogether and simply ground her groin against his. Then she suddenly lurched back, her spine curving as she gripped his shoulders even tighter to keep from falling. No scream escaped her this time as she began to quake, and instead she let out a long trembling breath that soon gave way to a continuous yet broken whimper.
Releasing her hips and locking his hands behind her lower back to keep her in his lap, Dipper grit his teeth around the feel of her inner walls milking him and the sting of her nails digging into his shoulders. Her legs rose up on either side of him as she leaned further and further back, her shaking causing him to shake as well, heightening the pleasurable feel of her climaxing around him.
With a gasping cry, she suddenly jerked forward. Wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly she rested her chin on his shoulder as her orgasm came down, leaving her twitching and breathing so heavily that Dipper would have thought that she had just finished running a marathon had he not known the real cause. He gave her no reprieve though as he held her to him tightly and slid off the toilet to his knees.
Seemingly on reflex, Pacifica’s legs circled around his waist as she continued to cling to him. Dipper didn’t mind in the least, and actually rather enjoyed the feel of her body pressed against him with her arms and legs wrapped around him. He turned them away from the toilet though to give them more room and carefully laid her down on the floor, then lowered himself to lay on top of her. She clung to him the entire time, but allowed her head to rest on the floor, her breathing having mostly evened out, her breasts pushing against Dipper’s chest with every breath.
Dipper looked down into her flushed face, taking a few moments to admire her beauty, not to mention how sexy she looked having been thoroughly ravished. But he wasn’t done with her yet and lowered his head to capture her lips. Her eyes briefly fluttered open when he pressed his lips to hers and coaxed her mouth open to insert his tongue, then they drifted shut again as her tongue curled against his, and Dipper began thrusting into her once more, pausing for a second or two each time he pulled back before thrusting hard into her.
Her arms went from clinging to him to simply hugging him as her legs relaxed around him, bending at the knee and resting her feet on the floor as she spread her legs. She moaned into his mouth as her body jerked in time with his thrusts. The force of his hip movements and the sweat from her body caused her to slowly slide across the bathroom floor inch by inch, but neither of them seemed to notice as they tore their mouths apart to suck down the air they both needed, and Dipper began to speed up his thrusts, and they stopped sliding across the floor.
“That’s… three… I… gave… you…” he grunted in her ear with every thrust.
Pacifica let out a cry every time his hips met hers. “N-No… just… two… Ah!”
She let out a louder cry as he gave her an extra hard thrust. “It was… three, Pacifica… Oral… orgasms… count…” He reached between them and grasped her breast, giving it a squeeze. “But if… you want… another… I can… do that…”
She made a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a gasp. “Prove it… Pines… Let’s see if…. oh, ah… you can do it… mmm… before I… finish you…”
At her words, he buried his face into her neck. “Challenge… accepted.”
Settling on top of her more fully, he increased the speed of his thrusts even more, seemingly no longer affected by the music as he found his own rhythm. The cries Pacifica let out now sounded more along the lines of squeals. She unwrapped her arms from around his neck and instead hooked them under his arms, digging her nails into his shoulder blades. She too buried her face in the crook of his neck, and Dipper felt her teeth come down on his shoulder, but it only spurred him on. He was determined to give her at least one more orgasm before he finished.
Placing one hand on her head to help keep her still, his other squeezed and massaged her breast as he thrusted into her and felt her teeth release his flesh, but was certain that she had left a mark. On either side of him, Pacifica’s legs slowly began to rise into the air as the force of his thrusts practically knocked the air out of her each time he slammed into her. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulder blades, and then began to drag down his back. He let out a hiss at the pain, and wouldn’t be surprised if she actually ended up drawing blood from how hard she was clawing at him, yet the stinging sensation also seemed to heighten the pleasure. Whoever she got to do her nails for her must have been a real pro.
The stinging eventually became too much though, and after she scratched up and down his back several times, he began to worry that she actually would start to draw blood if she didn’t stop. She didn’t even seem to be aware of what she was doing though, and so he reached back and took hold of her wrists, pulling her hands off his back and pinning her arms above her head.
She struggled against his hold for a few moments before giving up the fight and letting her arms go slack, fixing him with a glare. Keeping her arms pinned, he gave her a cocky smile. She responded in a childish manner by sticking her tongue out at him. He took that as an invitation and lowered his head, taking her tongue into his mouth and sealing his lips over hers. She made a soft groaning sound and let her eyes slide shut as she enjoyed the kiss, their bodies continuing to slide together, their mouths only separating for quick intakes of air.
Eventually, Dipper became aware of a familiar sensation in his lower body, and he tore his mouth from hers as he gasped out. “Shit.”
Pacifica’s eyes opened and she looked up at him for a few moments before smiling knowingly. “Uh-oh. Is the great Dipper Pines reaching his limit?”
“I got more in me,” he denied. But it was true, he was reaching his end.
Pacifica’s smile widened. “Mmm, I think you’re close. I guess I won’t be getting that– God, damn– third orgasm you promised me.”
“Fourth.”
“Third,” she insisted. “I told you, I only count orgasms from actual sex.”
“And what part of ‘oral sex’ disqualifies it?”
“Because I say so. You were providing a demonstration of your stamina, weren’t you?”
She pushed against his hold on her wrists again, and this time he let her go as he focused on trying to hold on. He’d said he was going to give her another orgasm, and he was damn sure going to deliver. But with her hands free, she began to push herself up from off the floor, and Dipper rose with her. Her lips found his and one of her arms wrapped around his neck to keep them close as she continued to push them up with her other hand.
They rose into a sitting position, or, more specifically, with Dipper on his knees and Pacifica sitting in his lap. But then she began to push for him to lay back, and he adjusted his legs to stretch out from underneath him and began to lay down. Pacifica pushed against his chest and he dropped to his back completely with her on top of him, their bodies still joined.
He hissed slightly at the feel of the cool bathroom floor coming in contact with his scratched up back, but was soon distracted by it when she leaned down and began kissing her way down his neck and chest as far as she could angle herself before rising up so she was straddling him.
Smirking down at him, she said, “Let’s see if you can really deliver, Pines.”
He gave her a pointed look. “If we’re really going to judge stamina, we should also look at length of time. It’s got to have been at least an hour since we locked ourselves in here.”
She just chuckled at that. “Don’t try and change the subject. You promised me at least one more orgasm, and I want it. If you can’t give it to me before you blow your load, then I’m considering this my win.”
“Didn’t know we were competing.”
“But it makes it more interesting. Now, let’s see how much longer you’ll last.”
Placing her hands on his chest, she began to move on top of him. Like before, she moved to the beat of the music, thrusting and gyrating her hips, almost as if she were dancing on him. Deciding to set a goal to focus on, Dipper decided to make sure he at least lasted until the end of the song. If only he knew how much longer that would be.
But he was determined to get Pacifica there before him, and set his hands to work. He caressed her anywhere he could reach, her legs, her stomach, her chest. One of his hands settled between her legs and he began massaging her clit with his thumb as he caressed her breast with his other hand. All the while, he thrusted up into her as best as he could with her weight bearing down on him.
She wasn’t making it easy to last though, and seemed intent on trying to drain the last of his stamina. She randomly went from thrusting her hips forward and back to making circling motions with her lower body to rising and falling on him, making it impossible to keep up with her to maintain any control of himself, and all the while she continuously and deliberately clenched and unclenched her inner muscles around him.
“Come on, come on, come on!” she gasped out in time with her thrusts. “Give it up! Give it up!”
But Dipper wasn’t willing to throw in the towel, not before he had her screaming his name, or at least just plain screaming in general. And from the way she was reacting, he might just get her there before him, as she was clearly affected by her own attempts to stimulate him. She seemed to be trying to hold herself back though based on how red her face was turning as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, and her hands on his chest were leaving quarter moon-shaped imprints from her nails and scratching him up almost as much as his back.
“Come on,” she grunted out, her voice sounding strained. “Come on. Come ooooon.”
Damn it, he wasn’t going to lose. He tried to just focus on the song as his hands and hips moved on autopilot. But then, as if Fate were mocking him, the song came to an end. And while it almost immediately transitioned into the next song, the pause served to break his concentration and he lost the little control he had left.
Groaning loudly, his cock erupted, and he began shooting his load into her in rapid spurts. Pacifica’s eyes snapped open, as did her mouth at the feel of him cumming inside her, her hands coming up to her chest level and she clasped them together. Then she let out a cry and her head fell back as her own orgasm hit, her whole body shaking in climax.
Dipper was too lost in his own climax right now to take satisfaction that he had indeed managed to give her that final orgasm he had been aiming for, even if it had been triggered by his own. That still counted as far as he was concerned, especially since she had been blatantly trying to hold hers back.
Releasing her hands, Pacifica once again returned her hands to his chest, spreading her fingers out over it before practically grasping the skin of his pecs. She whimpered loudly as tears appeared in the corner of her eyes and a sex flush traveled across her whole body as she pressed her hips against his as hard as possible and resumed riding him, trying to squeeze out every ounce of pleasure from her orgasm. Dipper’s hands had grasped her hips when his orgasm hit, his fingers digging in with near bruising force as he pulled her down onto him, his own body still jerking up into her from the aftershocks even after he fired off the last of his seed.
It seemed as if Pacifica didn’t take a breath the entire time. And when her lungs finally started working again, she sucked in a large gulp of air. All her strength seemed to vanish in an instant and she collapsed on top of him, going completely limp. Not that Dipper blamed her, as his own strength seemed to have abandoned him as well, his hands falling away from her hips as his arms dropped to his sides as wet noodles. He didn’t think he had ever cum that hard before in his life; he could still see stars behind his eyes.
Pacifica laid on top of him, the aftershocks of her orgasm still causing her to shake and twitch every few seconds for what had to have been a minute straight. She seemed to be completely spent, resting her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed. Dipper heard her breathing as it slowly evened out, and her heartbeat that he felt pounding against his own chest gradually returned to a steady beat. He thought he might have heard her whisper his name, but it might have been his imagination. Either way, she made no indication that she planned to move from where she was anytime soon, either by choice or the inability to move. He suspected the latter.
Now that he came down from his high and was basking in the afterglow, the satisfaction that he had gotten her to climax again finally settled in and he smirked. “Told you I’d get you off again.”
He felt her chuckle lightly against him. “Not quite. I got you off first.”
“We came at the same time, so it’s a tie.”
“No, you came first, I came right after you. So, technically, I win.”
He couldn’t see her face, but he heard the smile in her voice, and he grumbled lightly. “Must you always be so difficult?”
She giggled. “Don’t worry, you can try again next time.”
Raising an eyebrow, he glanced down at the top of her head. “Next time?”
Still not opening her eyes, she reached up and ran a finger over his lips. “Shh. Don’t worry about it right now. You completely wore me out. I need a few minutes… or hours.”
“Hours seems good,” he relied as her finger moved away from his mouth. And after a minute or two of silence, he asked, “Are you planning on getting off me anytime soon?”
In response, she made a point of snuggling against him. “No.”
He sighed. “Didn’t think so.”
He found that he didn’t mind having a sweaty, naked, post-coitus Pacifica lying on top of him though, and somehow found the strength to lift his arms and wrap them around her. She made a “Mmm” sound and snuggled into him some more, and a short while later, he heard her breathing become steady, and he realized that she had fallen asleep.
Lifting his head, he looked down at Pacifica’s blonde top as it rested on his chest. He watched her sleep for a short while before letting his head drop back down with a sigh as he wondered what this meant for them. Truth be told, as much as he and Pacifica bickered and bantered, she really wasn’t that bad. All this pushing of each other’s buttons was almost like some unspoken game between them full of fake hostility that they had fallen into over the years. Could it have actually been the sexual tension between them coming out that had been the reason behind it all?
Letting out another sigh, he decided not to worry about it right now. He was feeling exhausted, and his eyelids were growing heavy. A nap sounded rather appealing right now. He preferred a bed to the bathroom floor, but a Pacifica Northwest blanket helped make it more comfortable. Maybe they should have taken this to Thompson’s parents’ room instead of the bathroom, even if that would have been inconsiderate. But despite the cold hard floor and the music blasting downstairs, he still felt his eyes drift shut.
It felt like he only had his eyes closed for a moment, but when he opened them again what felt like meres seconds later, he could tell that a lot of time had passed. The lack of music from downstairs and the daylight streaming in through the bathroom window when it had been night out the last time he had checked was indication enough of that.
He felt a chill run through him at having fallen asleep naked on the bathroom floor, but the warmth of the body he held in his arms helped provide some heat, and he lifted his head to look down at Pacifica. She had snuggled up against him even more as they slept, her limbs coiling around him, seeking his body heat. He could also feel that he was still inside her from last night, the two of them having fallen asleep without him pulling out.
He once again noted the lack of music from downstairs. The party was clearly over, and he wondered who else had partied until they dropped or passed out from drinking too much. Perhaps it would be best for the two of them to sneak out before they got caught to avoid any awkwardness of having it become known what they did last night.
Stiff from having slept on the cold, hard floor, especially after last night’s vigorous activities, he gently shook the blonde in his arms awake. “Hey. Hey, Pacifica, wake up.”
She stirred and he heard her inhale loudly before she let out a sleepy, “Hmm?” she shifted on top of him, lifting her head and rubbing her eyes. Their skin stuck together from all their dried sweat as she looked round with hooded eyes, as if trying to figure out where she was. When her gaze landed on him, she stared for a few moments before blinking a couple times, and he saw the sleepiness leave her as her cheeks colored slightly.
“Oh, hey,” she muttered, then raised a hand to stifle a yawn.
“Morning,” he replied, feeling rather awkward and self-conscious. It seemed that now that he was no longer under the influence that much of the boldness he had felt last night had abandoned him.
“What time is it?” she asked, and began to pick at her hair that was stuck to her face.
“Not sure, but the party’s over.” He nodded towards the door. “Figured we should head out before someone comes knocking.”
“Mmm,” she mumbled. “Good call.”
She sat up further until she was sitting on him, almost like she had been last night when she rode him. His body reacted to the memory, in addition to still being inside her, and his cock started to harden.
Pacifica clearly felt it as well and her eyes widened. She glanced down to where they were still connected, then looked at him and her cheeks colored a bit. “Whoa, slow down there, Pines. I’m all for morning sex, but time and place.”
He cut his eyes at her. “Well, the bathroom probably wasn’t the best place to do this.”
She just shrugged. “I thought about using one of the bedrooms, but figured Thompson wouldn’t appreciate us using his or his parents’ bed, especially since he had the party without their permission.” She got up then, and his semi-erect member slipped out of her body. “Uch, I feel sticky all over. I need a shower.”
She and him both. He had yet to see himself, but she certainly looked like someone who had been thoroughly fucked. He also saw, much to his pride, that he had indeed left a nice hickey on her neck from last night. He wondered if she had just been talking in the heat of the moment last night when she had told him to mark her and would get mad at him when she actually saw it.
But that was nothing compared to him. Upon getting up and looking in the mirror, he saw four sets of red scratch marks on the left side of his chest and three on the right, not to mention the redness of teeth marks on his right shoulder, and his back was even worse, containing several indications of being clawed at. She hadn’t broken the skin, but had come close, her nails having dug in deep enough to leave the skin irritated.
“Uch, I can’t believe you ripped off my panties,” she complained, drawing his attention back to her as she held up the ruined undergarments, having already put her bra back on. “Now I gotta go commando.”
He awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, sorry about that.” Though he wasn’t really. “Guess I got a little carried away.”
She sighed, but then smiled. “Ah, I guess it’s fine. Like you said, I can afford more. And it was pretty hot.” She tossed them on the counter and then went about gathering the rest of her clothes. “Just not looking forward to walking around with no underwear until I get home.”
As she picked up her jeans and attempted to slide back into them, a feat he still didn’t know how she managed given how tight they were, he began to get dressed as well. He didn’t want to come across as a creep, but he couldn’t help stealing glances at her as she attempted to shimmy into her pants. It felt like there was an elephant in the room that needed to be addressed in light of what had happened between them last night, and he preferred to address it sooner rather than later.
“Soooo, uh, Pacifica,” he began awkwardly as he pulled on his own pants. “Should we… I don’t know, talk about what this means for us?”
She finally managed to get her pants back on and now bent over to retrieve a sock. “Oh? And why does it have to mean something?” She sounded a little too smug when she asked; he could clearly detect the teasing smile in her voice. “You convinced me you’re no cherry boy, but are you admitting to have never had a one-night stand before?”
“Not with a girl I know personally,” he admitted as he slipped his shirt on over his head. “So, yeah, I was just trying to figure out where we stand.”
“Hmm…” she muttered, tapping her chin as she clearly pretended to think about it. Then she smiled and walked over to him, tracing a finger over his shirt. “Tell you what, how about we head over to the Mystery Shack so we can shower and clean up, then we’ll talk.”
He raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. “Wait, you want to shower at the Shack?”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, duh. I mean, look at us. It’s very obvious what we did last night, and I don’t plan on making the walk of shame to my parents’ house, especially since our chauffeur would see me like this if he picks me up. And I’m not showering here.” She thrusted her thumb back at the shower behind her. But then her voice becoming low and seductive. “Besides, if I shower at your place, you can join me. It would save water if we showered together after all.”
The thought of being in the shower with a soapy, wet Pacifica practically had him ready to take her again right here and now. He doubted very much though that the two of them showering together would save water, as said shower would probably take at least one or two hours, and they would be doing the opposite of getting clean.
“I think that can be arranged,” he replied. “But there is Mabel to consider; we did drive here together.”
Pacifica just rolled her eyes again. “She’ll be fine, it’s not that far of a walk back. Because I’m not sitting in the car with her looking like this.” She indicated herself. “We’ll never hear the end of it.”
He reluctantly admitted that she was right. “Yeah, that’s for sure.”
“Then we’re in agreement. You sneak out and bring your car, then text me and I’ll sneak out to meet you so we can head to the Shack.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he replied, bending down to pull on his socks.
He was just reaching for his shoes when he heard a groan from Pacifica, and he looked up to see her examining her appearance in the mirror. He thought she was finally taking notice of the hickey he left on her neck, but she was instead fussing over her hair, which was a matted mess.
“Uch, look at my hair,” she grumbled, running her hands through the rat’s nest it had become. “It’s such a mess.”
Dipper smirked as he stood up, throwing his vest over his shoulder as he held his shoes in his other hand. “I don’t know, I think the whole post-sex bedhead look looks pretty sexy on you.”
She cut her eyes at him, but she was smiling. “As if you can talk. Your hair is pretty messed up too.” Her smile then became more teasing as she plucked his hat out of the sink and placed it on her head. “Guess I’ll just have to cover up with this for now. Unless you want to try and take it back.”
He raised an eyebrow at her before glancing to the side. Smirking, he picked up her torn, discarded panties and dangled them out in front of him. “Fine, if you’re taking my hat, then I’ll be taking these.”
Her eyes widened. “Hey, give those back.”
She snatched at them, but he pulled them out of her reach, his grin widening. “Nope, I’m keeping these as a memento. They’re ruined, so you were just going to throw them out anyway, right?”
“Dipper Pines, you give me my panties right now, you pervert!”
“Try and get them,” he teased, throwing her own words from earlier back at her.
She lunged at him and he held her back with a laugh. And seeing as he was practically dressed while she was still missing a few key articles of clothing, he unlocked the door, fully intending on heading out into the hall while she was still partly exposed and so couldn’t follow.
At least that had been the plan. Upon opening the door though, he instantly froze, as did Pacifica, for standing right outside of it, her fists raised to knock, was Mabel. She stood frozen as well, her eyes widening being the only movement that occurred. It wasn’t that hard to figure out why, as Dipper stood with his shoes in one hand, Pacifica’s torn up panties in the other, his vest draped over his shoulder, and his hair in complete disarray.
Pacifica stood behind him, yanking at his shirt as she reached for her panties, exposing the bite mark on his shoulder and scratches on his chest, her own shirt and jacket still on the floor with only her bra covering her top, and wearing only one boot with Dipper’s hat on top of her own messy hair, the hickey on her neck clearly visible, and her makeup was a mess.
For nearly thirty seconds, no one moved or said anything, save for Dipper and Pacifica’s faces slowly turning redder and redder. Then Mabel suddenly broke out into a smile and raised her phone. And before either of the other two could say or do anything, she snapped a picture of them both.
“Mabel!” Dipper shouted angrily as Pacifica let go of his shirt and used her own hair as a curtain to hide her face.
His sister just giggled joyfully as she looked at the picture. “Haha, blackmail.” Then she grinned at them. “I knew you two would hook up eventually.”
“Give me that!” Pacifica snapped, pushing her hair aside and taking a step forward.
Mabel just waved the phone at her. “Sorry, it’s already been sent to the Cloud.”
“I said give it to me, you little brat!” Pacifica shouted and pushed past Dipper as she lunged for the phone.
Mabel dodged her attempt to grab it and took off running down the hall, leaving a mortified Dipper and Pacifica behind. “I call bridesmaid!”
THE END

(A/N: And that brings this one to a close. I have to admit though, as fun as it was to write this, it was rather awkward to do so seeing as we only see Dipper and Pacifica as kids in the show, which made this kind of weird to write even if I did have them both be of age in this one. Think I'll avoid such things with any future lemons I write to avoid that discomfort. But I mostly enjoyed writing their teasing banter with each other. And as I said at the beginning, I took some inspiration from Banjabu's comics when writing their dialogue and interactions, so if you liked seeing that here, I once again recommend checking out their comics. Oh, and we can't forget about Mabel being Mabel, she certainly made for a laugh. Whether she got to hookup with someone as well during the party, I'll let you decide on that. At least Dipper and Pacifica got some, and it looks like it's the start of something more. But we'll have to save that for another time. In the meantime, let me know what you thought of this one and I'll catch you later.)
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