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Fourthgrade x talkitive!altish!f!reader
request: “I was wondering if you could do something for Fourth Grade from Mid90's? Maybe they've been going out for a bit go to a party together, and end up having sex. Just some fluffy smut or whatever. If you're comfortable with that, ofc!”
Overview: Fourthgrade and you have been seeing each other for a couple weeks. You decide to hit up a party, just for shits and giggles. But once he sees you in that outfit, looking the way that you do? Well, he just has to have you!
author speaks!!: I’m soooo sorry for this taking literally two months😭 I’ve had so much home stuff going on, (in a usual author fashion) so writing has been my last priority right now. Hope you enjoy!!! Smut isint my usual forte, but I hope I did my boy fourth justice‼️
ps: I headcannon that fourths real name is Indigo, js bc I think it fits him. Ik it’s real artsy fartsy, but it’s cute.
Warnings: smut!!!! Fluffy smut, not proofread, grammar is shit, oral, f!reciving, fourth is a munch,
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fourth grade didn’t really enjoy parties. They were crowded, loud, sweaty, and full of drunk people left and right. He only really went to drink, smoke, and hangout with his friends. Most of the time though, they left him alone. Fuckshit would be off with some girl. Ray would be skating outside or; once again with a girl. Ruben would be sulking off somewhere, and Sunburn hadn’t been to parties with them just yet. So, fourthgrade didn’t really enjoy parties.
until, in you came along.
you were the spark of energy that complimented fourths shy-ness. You dragged him everywhere after you started dating. You frequented malls, pools, and friends houses with your new lover. You were the social butterfly, whereas fourth was the caterpillar that was not quite ready to fly. You flew for him. You dragged him everywhere, and he didn’t mind as long as he was with you. so, when you had mentioned your friend stars’ annual summer house party to fourthgrade, he knew he would be in attendance as long as you were there. You blabbed all week about the party; going on and on about the theme ( Hawaii, of course), how many people were going to be there ( almost everyone from your school) and the music ( you were tasked with burning the CD’s). You were bouncing off the walls with excitement. And fourth… he wasn’t. He cared of course, but people weren’t really his thing. He just expected you to leave him for the entirety of the party like his friends had done forever. He never voiced this, of course. He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. So, he kept quiet.
soon enough, Saturday rolls around and you’re calling fourth about what you should wear.
“okay, indie. I’ve boiled it down to three options. You gotta tell which one you’d like to see me in the most, Kay?” you asked fourth, speaking a mile a minute in pure excitement.
“alright babe” he sighed on the other line, messing with his cam-corder. If he was gonna be going to the function, he at least has to get some footage out of it.
“cool, okay, first option is…” you trailed off, your side of the line ruffling about as you seem to be looking for something. “A Descendants baby tee with a plaid skirt and some tights, and my boots..” you said, looking at on your outfit laid out in front of you. You waited for fourth to say something on the other line, but heard nothing. “Indigo? Did you hear me?” You questioned. “oh sorry babe, yea yea; what’s the other options?” he replied gruffly, seemingly uninterested. “do you not like that outfit choice?” You asked, a little sad that your boyfriend wasn’t interested in what you wanted to wear in this very special night. “no of course I like it, just keep goin down the line of outfit choices, Kay?” He reassured “okay!” Was your reply before blabbing on about a new outfit. Fourthgrade sighed, before putting down his cam-corder corded and listening to you talk.
As you went down the list of outfits, one stood out. “wait wait, go back to that last one babe” he demanded. “Which one honey? The black halter dress or the shorts and tank?” You replied innocently. “The black dress. Wear the black dress. Please” he ended his sentence off on a polite note, he was nothing if not a gentlemen. “Really? I thought it was kinda basic?” You questioned, holding up the dress in your hands, while your phone was nuzzled between your head and shoulder.
“No it’s not basic babe, just..” he paused for a moment, trying to find the words so he didn’t sound like a creep, “I want to see you in the dress. I’ve never seen it before, right?” He ended. “no I guess you haven’t,” you looked at the dress in your hand . The dress was short, black, and satin. Was backless, so either you went bra less or wore a strapless bra. You decided on the latter.
You bought the dress with parties in mind, just browsing at the mall, Fourthgrade in one hand and a bag full of clothes in another. You tried it on, but never showed fourth. It was a surprise, you thought. For a special occasion. After a thoughtful thirty seconds of deep thought, you spoke. “Yeah I’ll wear the dress” fourthgrade pumped a fist in the air in victory.
See, Fourthgrade didn’t find himself a creep. He wasn’t the richest, but he knew his manners. But he knew that you looked best on tight, short, black dresses. He knew that he liked you in anything, but if his teenage boy hormones could pick out any outfit for you, it would be. The one you were going to wear tonight. So, needless to say, Fourthgrade was ecstatic to see you in that little dress.
You both decided that you would arrive separately, you with your girlfriends ( you all decided to get ready together at Bethany’s house) and fourth would arrive with ray, Ruben, and fuckshit. fourth decided to wear all black, to compliment your outfit in any way he could.
as soon as he arrived, it was like clockwork. Ruben went to some garage, bedroom, or kitchen to people watch. Ray went to some girl he had been talking to, and fuckshit went to get shit-faced. So, fourth was left alone, again, looking for you.
He sat on a couch, half people watching, half looking for you. He didn’t know exactly what that dress you wore looked like, but he had an inkling. He was shaking he was so excited. Some would call it horny, but he decided on excited.
A half an hour later, he was still in that dingy couch, looking around. When he saw it. You. The dress hugged your curves like a goddess on earth. Your hair was up in a hair clip; to show off the entirety of the pretty dress. You had on some thin tights, and black chunky Mary Jane’s. Various jewelry was on your pretty neck and fingers. Your lips were lined and glossed and perfection. Fourthgrade could only compare you to something unworldly. The dim light of the house and night only benefitted your beauty. You looked hot.
you were talking with one of your friends, giggling into your hand before turning your head to look for fourth. Your eyes spot him on the couch. And he just looked too good. He was staring at you like you were perfect. His jaw was slightly slack in shock, his hands balled his baggy jeans in his fists, and his newly dyed blue hair a little messy. He never wanted to brush it unless you did.
You smile at your boy, before sauntering over, making sure your hips popped with each step. Fourthgrades eyes watched you as you walked across the room, taking careful steps towards him; your heels were taller than they usually were. As you stop to meet your boyfriend, he stands up at lighting speed. He was nervous, you could tell.
“babe, h-holy shit you look,” he pauses taking you in, “so fucking good”
you smile even wider.
“thanks baby! I’m so glad you made it” you say excitedly while wrapping your arms around his neck. As your head nuzzle in his neck, he hands find their way on your hips, just in between your ass and hips. He was teetering on inappropriate, and you knew. But he kept his hands where they were, and you kept you lips hovering his neck. You could feel his breath hitch. He was on edge. You were like a drug, more strong than any drink he had ever put his lips on or any drug that he inhaled.
as you pulled away, you could see his grey eyes. His pupils were blown. You smile again, caressing your hand on his temple, brushing his hair with your fingers. “We gotta make our rounds. Yaknow, see people” you take fourths hand and begin to drag him from in front of the couch. “Cmon babe!”
it took an hour
it took an hour before Fourthgrade couldn’t take it anymore. You had dragged him across every square inch of the house. He met people he didn’t even know, and guys that looked at you like you were meat. Sure, he had done that too, a couple times. But you were his. He would never voice that to you, but still. He was pent up, nervous and anxious. And you were popular.
but it took an hour before he broke.
you were in a hallway that was fairly empty. Just three girls, two of them comforting a wailing drunk one in the middle. You were trying to find a bedroom, bathroom, just something so fourth could have a break from all the people.
You sighed, “Jesus, is there not a single empty room in this fucking mansion?” You say, your hand on your temple. Fourth was just staring at you, visibly exhausted but holding it together for you. “You okay, indie? What do you need hun?” you speak to him sweetly, your head tilted caring-ly. He whispered something, his eyes on his beat up converse. You leaned in closer to your boyfriend, smelling his scent of lemon bodywash and cheap cologne; trying to hear what he said.
“you, please” he said, still whispering.
“what?” You replied again, trying to catches what he had said.
“You. I need you. Please babe” he looked at you in the eyes, full of need and love. “What?” You say in confusion “indigo we’re already dating. We made it offic-“ “-no! Okay? No, i need you” he cuts you off in pure want, “I have watched you this entire night in that little black dress like fuckin maniac, right? It’s killing me! I mean actually killing me. I just nee-“ it was your turn to cut him off now, stealing his words with a kiss. Your hands are back on his neck, finding their way to his blue hair. Fourth seized up in surprise before melting into your lips, his hands carefully cradling your face while you make out on the wall. Your back was pressed on the wall while fourth was inching closer to you by the second. Honestly, if he moved any closer to you, you would both merge together. You both make out for a while. Stealing gentle kisses, with the occasional neck and jaw kiss given from you.
After a while, you break for air and look Fourthgrade in the eyes. “You can have me pretty boy; I mean it” you speak with a small smile. Fourths eye light up before taking the lead and opening the first room next to the both of you. He opens the door before immediately closing it. He looks at you with a shocked face. “They were fucking” he admits sheepishly.
Fourth then tries his luck to across the hall, opening up the door with squinted eyes to shield himself from whatever was being the door. Soon he relaxes upon realizing the room was empty. You both entered, he locked the door behind you and stared at you. “are you sure? We don’t have to, y/n” he reassured, like the gentleman he is. You kept eye contact with him. “I’m sure indigo.”
his lips touched yours sweetly, his mouth tasted like bubble gum and spiked punch. You reached the bed, then sat down; looking up at fourth. You watch as he slowly descends to the floor, getting on his knees and placed his hands on your hips, underneath your dress. He never broke eye contact, just looked at your face as he caressed your hips and thighs. “Can I eat you out?” He whispered sweetly. There is a genuine want to do this, like he needed it.
You nodded yes, before crawling back to the headboard and getting comfy amongst the pillows. Fourth followed you, crawling towards you and resting himself between your legs. His hands find their way under your dress again, grabbing the edge of your tights and slowly pulling them off. Your breathing was fast and nervous. You both watched each other, both breathing hard. His eyes were still blown, just purely in love with you.
The tights find their way off your body, and fourth goes back up to remove your black lace underwear. When he notices the type that you decided to wear, he smiles to himself. “chose then for you, just so you know” you say, a little embarrassed. Fourth kissed your thigh as he removed your underwear, admiring them at the same time. “Thank you” he replied earnestly.
Your undergarments are completely gone, and your dress was pulled up to your waist. Fourth was just admiring you, taking you all in. “So perfect” he whispered his fingers grazed your core and you inhaled sharply. “Have you been this wet all night?” He asked, not a teasing bone in his body. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were as pent up as I was” he babbled, unknowingly prolonging your pent up-ness. “Mhmm” you answer, “baby, p-please just touch me” you say. Fourthgrade muttered an ‘oh’ before focusing on your pussy. He spread your legs carefully, his face getting closer to your heat. Then, he delved in. Like a man starved he ate you out. Your pretty moans were the words of encouragement he needed to bear, egging him on to please you as much as he could. Both of your hands were tangled in his hair in pure ecstasy, your face skewed in pleasure.
“y-yes indie, right there. o-oh my go-“ your words were cut off with a moan. Fourthgrades eyes watched as you wriggled, but his hands were planted on your hips, holding them still. As he ate you out, he murmured little things. You catch the tail end of them, too enclosed in pleasure to hear properly.
“so good”
“So pretty”
“Please”
he would beg, and you loved it. His right hand found its way from your hips to your core, his too long fingers plunged into you slowly. You gasp loudly, a moan leaving your lips soon after. “yes indigo yes, fuck!” You squeal, your core tightening as fourth pumped his fingers in and out of you at a moderate place. At some point, he curled his fingers, and you lost it. Your vision went white, moaning fourth grades name out loudly, which made him moan in response. You came hard, and fourth continued to eat you out and pump you until you said no more. When you were done with your high, your hands left fourth grades hair and his fingers left you. He stared at you as he sucked your juices off, licking his fingers clean.
“you taste good, babe” he says after you calm your breathing. You laughed at him. “Thank you” you giggle. He rose from the place between your legs and kissed you, smiling into the kiss. “No, thank you” he responded. After kissing, you pull away to ask, “hey, do you want me to..?” You glance down to his lower half. He thought for a moment before understanding. “Oh! No I kinda already…” he said sheepishly. You immediately understand before nodding joking. “That’s alright too, honestly it’s kinda hot” you said back. He looks up at you.
“Really?”
“really.”
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allllrighty!!! We’re done!! Sorry this is sooo long, I got carried away lol. Hope you guys like it!!
start freaky! love,
Dolly gutz!
