chasing after dreams ch 6 (nsfw)
poly bowers gang x ambiguously gendered reader
previously on: you and patrick and vic fuck around. you go for a midnight ride with Belch, and he shows you how much he cares. then, you all get high.
summary: you FINALLY fuck mr. john cleaver. then, you go to henry’s place to collect your twenty dollars. after, you go to vic to talk about it.
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The next night you called Mr. Cleaver.
“I’m tired of waiting,” you said instead of hello. “I want you to fuck me. Tonight.”
“Have you been drinking?” he asked
“Are you telling the truth?”
“I’ll come get you, then. Are you at home?”
“Yes. I’ll be out front.”
You got dressed up in your tightest jeans and t-shirt. Then you went out front and waited.
He showed up ten minutes after the call had ended, and you got in his car without a word. You leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
As if you could say no. As if you would.
“I’m sure. Take me home.”
He drove you to his apartment complex, going around and opening your car door for you. Then, he took you by the hand and led you to his door, unlocking it and holding it open for you.
You were immediately greeted by his dog. Lydia.
You stooped down to pet her.
“Oh, look at you,” you said. “Such a good girl. Look at you, so pretty.”
He laughed, watching you.
He led you into the kitchen.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked.
“Sure. Just one, though.”
You looked around, noting the sparse decorations and the way the dining area was painted blue.
“What do you think of the place?” he asked.
“It’s nice,” you said. “It’s perfect for you.”
“I think so, too,” he said, holding out a glass tumbler with a finger of whiskey in it.
You sipped it, rolling it over your tongue, as he brought his glass to his lips. It was so much better than the whiskey Henry usually supplied that you were surprised.
You pushed Henry from your mind.
“What are you thinking about, right now?” he asked.
“Oh, I can kiss you. I can fuck you. Without anyone seeing, I can do what I want. You can do what you want.”
You stepped in until you were toe to toe with him, lowering your voice.
“What do you want to do, daddy?”
He set down his glass and pulled you in, hands on your waist.
“I think you know exactly what I want, baby.”
“Don’t call me that,” you said.
“No. It’s… the boys call me that.”
“Ah. Your boys. How are things with them?”
“I’d rather not talk about it,” you said, thinking about Belch fucking you.
“Your eyes are so far away,” he said, putting one hand under your chin. “Come back to me.”
“It’s okay. Come on,” he said, taking your whiskey from you and setting it down before taking you by the hand and leading you to the only closed door in the place. His bedroom.
It was just as he’d described it. But you didn’t expect it to feel so much like him.
He sat on the bed, and just like with Belch, you stood in between his legs, raking a hand through his hair, touching his beard. Then, you kissed him, soft, so soft, just once on the lips before pulling back.
It was something you’d done countless times with countless partners, but with him, it felt so new. So different.
“What’s that look for?” he asked.
“You’re… just so different from anyone I’ve ever slept with,” you said. “You really want to take your time with me, don’t you?”
“A thing worth doing is not a thing worth doing fast,” he said. “How about you take off those clothes?”
You pulled your shirt off over your head and he mirrored you. He ran two fingers down your chest, your stomach, to the top of your pants. You undid you pants, pushing them down your legs and standing in front of him in just your underwear. He looked at you, so hungry and so lonely, that you just had to kiss him
So you did. You kissed him, slowly sliding your tongue into his mouth as his arms went around you, pulling you in by your ass. You bit his lip, and he let out just the quietest moan.
“You like what you see, daddy?” you asked when the kiss had ended.
“Very much,” he said. “Take off your underwear. Now.”
You did, stepping out of them and throwing them to the side. He stood and took his jeans off, leaving just boxers. Boxer briefs, actually.
“How about you take these off, too?” you asked, smiling, hooking two fingers into the waistband.
He did, slowly sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them.
“You… are more well-endowed than I thought.”
You dropped to your knees without another word, taking his cock in your hand and slowly stroking from base to tip. You looked up at him, and he looked down at you. You licked the slit, and he closed his eyes. You took him into your mouth, stretching wide to fit him, pumping the last three inches with your hand. And he moaned, one hand going to your hair, gently pulling.
He certainly wasn’t a teenager. You sucked him off for something like five minutes, without a single sign that he was going to come.
You did, keeping one hand on his cock.
You did, keeping your eyes on his.
He got a condom from the bedside table, carefully opening it and rolling it on.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, leaning in to nip at your earlobe.
Truth be told, you wanted him every way. You hadn’t really decided on one way or another. You wanted everything.
“I — I don’t know,” you laughed.
He laughed, too, eyes crinkling.
“Well,” he said, getting on the bed and pulling you to him, “why don’t you let daddy decide, hm?”
“Okay. Whatever you want.”
“Spread your legs for daddy,” he said.
You did. He knelt between them, kissing you over and over again until your head was spinning. Then he kissed a line down your jaw, your neck, ending at one of your nipples, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, nibbling at it, while one of his hands played with your other one.
“Daddy,” you moaned. “Fuck, daddy.”
“That’s it. You’re so good for daddy, aren’t you?”
“I want to hear you say it,” he said, twisting your nipples between his fingers.
“I’m good for you, daddy. I’m so good,” you said.
He kissed down your chest, your stomach, ending with his mouth over you. Licking, sucking. He slipped a finger, and then another, into your hole, and you moaned.
“Yeah, daddy. Like that. Oh my god.”
“You’re so good for me. Look at you, waiting so sweet to get fucked.”
You nodded, frantic, as he curled his fingers in you.
“Want you inside me,” you said.
“Please? Oh, please, daddy, please. I want you in me so bad.”
He licked you one last time, then kissed his way back up to your mouth, sliding his tongue up against yours.
Then he lined up with your hole and slowly pushed in, letting you adjust to him.
You gasped as he bottomed out, then pulled him down for another kiss, hard, biting his lip.
“Oh, daddy,” you said. “Daddy, oh my god.”
“You’re doing so well,” he said, slowly pumping into you, your knees pushed up to your chest.
“Faster?” you begged. “Oh, please, go faster.”
“How fast do you want me to go, hm?”
He sped up just a little bit, testing your patience.
“I want you,” you said, “to fuck me so hard and fast that I can’t fucking breathe.”
“Please, daddy? Please, I’m begging you. Go faster. Fuck me harder.”
He started pounding into you so hard you had to catch your breath, gasping over and over as he filled you again and again. He held your legs up, slamming into you.
“Do you want to change positions?” he asked after he’d been going at that for something like three minutes.
“Fuck, I — yeah. Yeah, let’s do it.”
He picked you up, arms under your knees, sitting you on his lap. Then, he picked you up and dropped him onto him. You threw your head back, eyes shut, moaning.
“You better be more quiet,” he said. “It sure sounds like I’m fucking a teenager.”
“Fuck, daddy. I don’t know if I can.”
“You do it or I put you over my knee and give you the spanking of your life.”
You smiled at him, sly. He dropped you on his cock again, and you practically screamed.
You slapped a hand over your mouth, though. You wanted that spanking, but you didn’t want him to get in trouble with his neighbors.
“Fuck, daddy,” you whimpered.
“Yeah, I — oh, daddy, fuck.”
He picked you up and dropped you again and again, roughly fucking you. You let out little whimpers and strangled wails as he did. He leaned in and silenced you with a kiss.
“You’re so good for daddy,” he whispered, lips against yours. “Aren’t you? Do you want to come for daddy?”
Then he reached down between you and began stroking you, hard and fast. You threw your head back, moaning quietly.
“Yeah, daddy — just like that, fuck.”
You came on his hand and he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them.
“Daddy’s going to come in you,” he said.
He laughed, a short and breathless thing. Then, he lifted you off his cock and set you on the bed in front of him. Suddenly empty, it left you gasping.
“Fuck, daddy,” you whined.
He grinned at you, and you knew that he knew his dick was hot shit. You grinned back. You liked your partners confident. You’d picked the right man.
He took the condom off, tying it and tossing it in the trash can beside his bed. Then, you took his cock in your mouth again. You bobbed your head on it, up and down, and in a minute, he was coming on your tongue with a soft groan.
“Come up here, let me see,” he said, lifting you with one hand under your chin.
You stuck out your tongue, showing him his cum. Then you swallowed and stuck it out again.
“It’s been a long time since someone swallowed my cum,” he said.
“That’s a shame,” you said, leaning in to kiss him, once, barely more than a peck.
Then you got off the bed, looking for your clothes.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Surprised, you looked at him. Now, he was laying down on the bed, head on one of his pillows.
“Do you — do you want me to cuddle with you?” you asked.
“If you don’t mind,” he said.
You huffed out a short laugh and went back to the bed, getting on it and sitting next to him. He laughed, too, manhandling you until you were laying in his arms, facing him. You went with a squeak.
“Have you never been held after sex?” he asked, searching your face.
“No, not really. Once, but it doesn’t count. I was sleeping over with him, so it’s not like either of us had anywhere else to be,” you said, thinking of Belch.
“Mm. And how is he?” he asked.
You swallowed and looked away. Seemed like you couldn’t hide anything from him. He knew who you were talking about — or at least, he had three options.
“He’s good. He’s not sure he can share me, but he’s going to try.”
“It’s interesting,” he said, “the dynamic you have with these boys.”
“Yes. Before you told me you’d kissed two of them, I assumed you were all together. Hearing that it’s only just beginning was a surprise.”
“Hm. And you were still interested in me.”
“What’s one more person when you already have four?”
“Three. Patrick, Vic, and now, Belch. Henry’s not in on it, and I don’t think he will be.”
“He’s really mad at me. He thinks I’m a whore and I’m tearing the group apart, I guess.”
“Ah. That’s why you called yourself a whore after your fight with him.”
“You’re not, you know,” he said. “You’re not. I stand by my statement that you’re just young with an appetite.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think he’s wrong. I eat anyone I can alive.”
“That sounds like an appetite if I’ve ever heard of one.”
“You really don’t mind?” you asked. “That I’m with them?”
“I said I don’t mind. Really, what’s one more? I am still surprised that you’re interested in me, though.”
You looked him over, a little surprised.
“Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, look at you. You’re so fucking hot.”
“I’m really nothing special. I am, also, twice your age.”
“I guess. But… I really should go. I can’t stay — I have another breakfast shift tomorrow.”
“Ah. And I have the pool.”
“Mm. Should I show up one morning, barely wearing anything?”
“I don’t recommend it. Not that I wouldn’t love to see it, but still.”
You pulled yourself from his arms and got off the bed, stumbling a little bit as you looked for your clothes. You pulled them on, slowly, a little bit sore. God, he fucked your brains out.
Once you were dressed, he stood, getting dressed, too.
“Should I take you home or do you have somewhere to be?” he asked.
“I’ll walk,” you said. “I need to stretch my legs.”
“Yeah. It’s not that far, anyway.”
You both left his bedroom, greeted again by Lydia. You petted her, going to the kitchen. You sipped your whiskey, looking him over. You’d done it. The bet was won. But it wasn’t about the bet, not at this point. At this point, it was because you wanted to. Because you wanted him.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked you again, sipping his whiskey.
“Patrick and Vic will be happy to hear we fucked,” you said.
“Yeah. They both think you’re hot.”
He blushed, just the tiniest bit.
You finished your whiskey and set down the glass. You checked your pockets, making sure you had your phone and wallet.
“Well, I better go,” you said.
“Come here and kiss me,” he said.
You did, a light peck on his lips. His arms went around you, holding you there, and you kissed him again. And again. And one more time, finding yourself more reluctant to leave than you’d thought.
Finally, you pulled away.
“Bye,” you said. “I’ll see you around.”
He smiled and you left his apartment, stomping down the stairs, elated.
You walked through town, stopping at a burger joint to get a milkshake to go. You sipped it as you walked, finding a trash can when you were done.
You knew you were looking for trouble. But fuck, if you didn’t care.
You walked out towards the outskirts of town, hoping Butch wasn’t home. When you arrived on Henry’s land, you sighed in relief. Butch’s cruiser wasn’t there.
Henry answered, not wearing a shirt.
“What do you want?” he spat.
“Twenty dollars,” you said, thumbs in your beltloops.
It took a moment before realization dawned on him. Then, he was even more angry.
“Fuck you,” he said, going to shut the door.
You stuck your foot in it, grateful that the steel toe in your boot saved your foot from being crunched.
“No,” you said. “I did it. You said twenty dollars, and I’m here to fucking collect.”
“Fine,” he said, opening the door with a glare. “C’min, I guess.”
You walked into the house, closing the door behind you for him as he stalked off to his bedroom. He got out his wallet and handed you two tens. You stuffed them in your back pocket.
“Have fun with him, whore?” he asked.
“Lots,” you said. “And since I said I’d rub your pretty little face in it, that’s what I’m gonna do. I was right.”
“About what?” he snapped.
“He has a huge dick. I’ve never been so stretched before. And he loves it when I call him daddy. He fucking made me scream.”
He huffed and looked away from you.
“You really will whore around with anyone, won’t you?” he asked.
“No,” you said, giving him a pointed look. “Not anyone.”
“Fuck you,” he ground out.
“No, I don’t,” he said. “I wouldn’t fucking touch you.”
“Aw, come on, Henry,” you said softly, playfully. “Don’t you wanna know what all the fuss is about?”
“That sounds like a yes, to me.”
You stepped closer to him, toe to toe. You put a hand on his chest and he flinched away.
“C’mon,” you said, voice still soft. “Bet you wanna know. Bet you wanna be inside me.”
He growled and broke, all composure gone. He kissed you, hard, so hard your teeth clacked together. He pulled you in by your waist, your hips, your ass, pulling you so close to him there wasn’t a part of you that wasn’t touching him.
“Whore,” he growled, gripping your hair and pulling hard. “Fucking slut.”
“You’re right,” you said, eyes watering. “You’re fucking right.”
“Calling a full-grown man daddy. Fucking whore.”
He pulled your shirt off, roughly grabbing one of your nipples and pulling on it, twisting it.
You couldn’t hold it back. You moaned.
“That’s it, fucking whore. Be nice and loud for me. Bet you I can fuck you better than him.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Get on your knees,” he growled.
You did it, and he undid his belt and pants, pulling his cock out. Without a second thought, you took it into your mouth, tonguing at the slit.
“That’s it, whore. So good with your mouth, aren’t you? So much —” he thrusted into your mouth, and you choked — “fucking practice.”
He had one hand in your hair, pulling as hard as he could. He slapped your face, and you gasped, surprised. But you kept sucking his cock, doing your very best to let him know that you were in this. You were fucking in this.
You did, and he undid your pants, shoving them down below your knees, before he turned you around and pushed you towards his dresser. You put your hands on it, and he roughly shoved his cock into you. Still sore from your time with Mr. Cleaver, you flung your head back and let out something that was like a moan, but more like a scream.
“Fucking slut,” he said. “You’re so loose. Came to me right after you got done with him, didn’t you? One in a night wasn’t enough for you, was it?”
He put a hand around your throat, squeezing hard. He fucked you at a brutal pace, his other hand meeting the first around your throat. You gasped, unable to breathe well at all.
“Whore,” he growled. “Bet you like it. Bet you like my hands around your neck, don’t you, you fucking slut.”
You nodded, one hand going to his hands, trying to pull him away. He just squeezed harder.
“Fucking around with all our boys, too,” he said. “One dick’s just not enough for you, is it? You have to be a whore. You just have to.”
You gasped, a little moan finding its way out of your mouth.
He took his hands away from your throat. You took in huge gasping breaths, your vision returning to normal.
“You’re my whore now,” he said. “And I wanna hear you say it.”
“Tell me —” he said, fucking into you so hard you wailed — “you’re my fucking whore. Not Cleaver’s. Not the guys’. You’re mine.”
“Fuck, Henry, I don’t belong to you,” you gasped.
“Yes — you — do,” he ground out, pounding into you.
“Say it or you don’t get to come.”
He pulled back far and then slammed into you.
“Fuck, Henry! Fine, I’m you’re whore.”
He reached around and began stroking you, slow, so slow.
“What, does my whore want something? You want something from daddy?”
God, but that sounded so different from him. With Mr. Cleaver, it had been tender, if dirty. But with Henry, it was filthy. And you loved it.
“Yeah — daddy, please — please make me come.”
He did, and you came with a shout. Then, he groaned, burying himself deep inside you, coming.
He pulled out and kneeled behind you, eating his cum out of you, spreading your ass with both hands.
You sighed, one hand in your hair.
When he was done, he stood, putting himself back in his pants and redoing his belt.
He spun you around and pulled you into another kiss. This one wasn’t as hard, was a little more forgiving.
“I mean it,” he said. “You’re my little whore now.”
“You have to share me,” you said. “I won’t give up the boys. I just won’t.”
“It really isn’t enough for you, is it?” he asked, eyes hard. “You can’t be satisfied with one dick. You gotta have all of us.”
“Yeah,” you said softly. “I gotta have all of you.”
“I don’t want you fucking Cleaver again,” he said.
“Why do you think? You belong to us, now. Just us.”
“The guys don’t mind me fucking him.”
“Maybe not Patrick and Vic, but you know Belch does. And I do. Fuck him, I don’t wanna share you with him, too.”
“Can I kiss him?” you asked. “Can I at least do that?”
“Fine. Whatever. Just no more of that daddy shit. I’m your daddy now, hear me?”
“Are you sure, daddy?” you said, voice playful and soft. You traced around one of his nipples with your fingernail and he took in a deep breath, holding it for a second before letting it go.
“I’m sure, baby. Now, leave. I got shit to do.”
“Are you sure? If it’s chores, I could help you.”
“I’m sure, baby. Get out of here.”
You stepped back, straightening your clothes and checking your pockets. Once you were sure everything was in order, you kissed him one last time and left.
You walked home, alone, the sun long gone. Cars whizzed by you on the backroads and you hummed to yourself, lighting a cigarette.
Tomorrow, you’d tell Mr. Cleaver that you couldn’t fuck him again. But tonight, you’d let it go. You’d let him enjoy himself.
You pulled out your phone, shooting off a group text.
10:05pm. To: Belch, Patrick, Vic
I fucked Cleaver. And Henry
In seconds, you got responses.
What the hell kind of night are you having
You grinned, texting them back
10:06pm. To: Belch, Patrick, Vic
So Henry finally came around?
10:06pm. To: Belch, Patrick, Vic
You put your phone in your back pocket, only for it to buzz again. Another message, this one outside the group chat.
Come over. You can sleep with me. I want to hear everything
You walked to Vic’s house, taking your time. You had another cigarette as you walked, slowly sauntering through residential streets until you arrived at his house. He was waiting on the front porch, shirtless and grinning. You smiled to match him.
He pulled you into a kiss, and you went, grateful for something more tender than Henry. He licked into your mouth, as always fond of using his tongue, and you sighed, melting into it.
“C’mon,” he said, ushering you into his house. “Tell me everything.”
You went into his bedroom, flopping down on his bed and staring at him.
“Well,” he said, getting settled on his side, one hand propping up his head. “Go on. What was it like?”
“What? Cleaver, or Henry?”
He gestured for you to go on.
“He’s… really sweet? He really took his time with me, even though all I wanted was him to bend me over and make me his.”
“Yeah. I mean, listen. I blew him, and he didn’t come. He fucked me missionary, didn’t come. I was in his lap, and finally he wanted to come, but I had him come in my mouth.”
“And you called him daddy?”
“Yeah. He tried to call me baby, but I didn’t want to take that away from you guys.”
“I wouldn’t have minded. Was he big?”
“Oh my god, Vic. He was so big. He fucking stretched me out so much that I’m still sore. Doesn’t help it that Henry fucked me right after.”
“How did you run into Henry?”
You smiled, giving him a look.
“I didn’t run into him. I went to his house to collect my twenty dollars.”
“You are the absolute worst,” he said. Then he kissed you, one hand on your jaw. When he pulled back, his eyes were glowing.
“How was Henry?” he asked.
“Mm. Good. He choked me and made me tell him I’m his whore.”
He smiled. “That sure sounds like him.”
Then he put his head down, slinging one arm over your waist and pulling you in.
“Think he’d fuck me?” he asked.
“I don’t see why not. For all his talk about how I’m a slut, he’s just as bad as me.”
Vic sighed, a happy little thing.
“He only calls you that because he was jealous you weren’t fucking him.”
“Of course. I think he’s had it bad for you for a while.”
“Really? I never noticed.”
“Oh, baby. Sometimes, you are so dumb. Everywhere you go, he watches you. Why do you think he found us at that party?”
“Hey, I’m not dumb. I just — I just forced myself not to see it. I was tired of hurting over you guys.”
“Yeah. I wanted you all. Bad. And I thought I couldn’t have you.”
“I keep having this dream,” you said, finally confessing. “It’s about all of you. All of you, kissing me. Fucking me. It’s all I’ve wanted for a really long time, and when I thought nothing could ever happen, it was killing me.”
He kissed you again and you curled up to his chest.
You wanted to talk more, but you were so sleepy. You fell asleep in his arms, listening to his heartbeat.
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