Room Mates - Dwight Imagine (Part 4)
AN: So…fun fact, this is the first part I actually wrote! It was supposed to just be a one-shot thing for ao3 but I wound up wanting to turn it into a whole story instead, so I wrote the first three parts and posted them here in order! :) Anyways…..holy mother of smut was this hard to write, I felt so weird. Thanks to everyone for the support, here’s part 4 as promised! Please let me know what you think, I don’t have anything written beyond here yet so I’l be happy to take suggestions. :)
The screen faded to black. The end credits rolled. Music played. Dwight didn’t know what to think…what kind of happy ending was that!?
“So what did you think?” Erica asked, looking over at him, smiling even though her eyes were teary.
“It was….What kind of an ending was that!?” Dwight laughed honestly.
“What do you mean? It’s amazing!” The girl responded.
“So you said the phantom reminds you of me?”
“Yeah!” Erica responded. “Well, I mean, maybe other than the craziness and kidnapping people.” She smiled.
“So, you’re saying I remind you of a guy who lives in the sewers, sings to people in the middle of the night, and murders anyone who looks at his face.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the look on her face.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying!” She replied, looking away as she laughed. “Damn that was good, it’s been so long since I saw it. Thanks again.” Dwight nodded at her and looked back at the screen, watching the credits roll.
“No problem. You really seemed to enjoy it.” He said simply. The girl shot him a smile before getting up and turning off the DVD player.
“Did you like movie night?” She asked over her shoulder.
“That was pretty fun, I didn’t realize how much I missed stuff like this.” He replied in all honesty. The DVD clicked back into its case and the girl stood up, slipping the DVD onto the shelf. Dwight stood up and paced over to the steps, the girl following behind him. “I’m gonna break into your room and sing whatever I feel like when you’re asleep.” He laughed.
“Oh god. Please don’t do that, I’d probably shoot you!” The two laughed as they headed up the stairs, stopping at the top and looking at each other. “That was so great.” She said quietly, looking into his eyes.
“That was…Want to do another movie night some time? Maybe I’ll find Braveheart.” Dwight asked, returning her gaze, looking down at her. She smiled and nodded.
“Cool. Well…Goodnight then?” He replied, turning slightly to head to his room.
“Good night.” She replied quietly, heading to her room as well. She stopped by her bedroom door and turned around. “Dwight, wait.” He turned around and looked at her. She was standing by her bedroom door, gazing at him intently. “Are you lonely?” She asked. What kind of a question is that? He didn’t know how to respond. He’d been lonely since Sherry left, and love had been hard enough to find with the world ending as it is, let alone with his face looking like this now. Dwight stared her down.
“Yes.” He replied simply. He wasn’t even entirely sure what she meant by that or why she would be asking, but he answered anyway.
“I’m lonely too.” The girl responded, shifting from one foot to the other. “You know, you could go back to your room. You could go lay there alone in a bed that’s hardly yours in a place you’re unfamiliar with.” Dwight’s heart skipped a beat. What was going on? “I could go to bed. I could be alone just like every other night. And I could lay there and wonder if you like me.” The blonde man was having trouble understanding what was going on. Was this really happening? Was she coming on to him? The man straightened up but didn’t break eye contact, gazing into her eyes as she spoke so softly. His breath hitched in his throat. She was still standing there staring him down, giving him some sort of look.
“Could?” Dwight said. “Or what?” He tensed up, mind reeling. He had always thought she was good looking, and that dream had sparked something inside of him, and now the cute movie night made things worse, in a sense. Maybe it was just because he was lonely, but he couldn’t get her out of his mind and now, somehow, he was here.
“Or…” she murmured. The girl soundlessly pushed her bedroom door open, not taking her eyes off of him. “We don’t have to be alone tonight.” Fuck. Despite the fact his mind was racing, Dwight felt himself getting hard imagining what she could be talking about. “If you want me, that is.” That was all she had to say. Dwight moved toward her, desperate for her touch. As he drew closer, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her and kissing him passionately. Dwight kissed back, unable to fight back what he was feeling. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her tightly against him, wasting no time forcing his tongue into her mouth. He held her hips and deepened the kiss. Damn, he hadn’t realized how badly he actually needed this. As they kissed, Erica gently lifted her knee and pressed herself closer to him, putting pressure on him through his jeans. The man unintentionally moaned out loud as he felt her press herself against him.
“Sorry.” He breathed, pulling away from her for a moment. He hadn’t meant to let that slip. The girl in his arms gazed up at him, giving him another light nudge with her knee. She smiled, watching him bite his lip and tilt his head back slightly.
“Sorry? Don’t be sorry, that was hot as hell.” The woman told him, and without warning, reached down and rubbed the palm of her hand against his erection.
“Fuck!” Dwight snapped, burying his face in the girl’s neck and biting her skin, all the while she continued stroking him. He kissed her neck and ran his tongue along her sweet spot, earning a small shudder from the girl. She did the same to him, kissing and licking from his shoulder to behind his ear before she kissed along his jaw, working her way back to his mouth. As they returned to kissing, Dwight ran his hands down her back and held her by the hips, grinding himself against her. He let out a soft moan, desperate for the much needed friction.
“God, Dwight.” She murmured, enjoying the fact he was so into this. Hearing her say his name that way was almost too much for him to bear.
“I want you.” He couldn’t help himself. He was aware this might not be the best idea. What if he had feelings for her she didn’t return or vice versa? Was it just a one night thing? Would it make living together weird? It didn’t matter though, she was here now and seemed to want him and, hell, he couldn’t turn that down.
“Then you can have me.” She answered in return. Without hesitation, Dwight slipped his arms behind her and picked her up, heart pounding as she wrapped her legs around him and kissed him as he held her. He carried her into her bedroom and lightly kicked the door shut behind him, breaking the kiss long enough to glance around the room. He carried her to her bed and lightly tossed her down, standing over her. Before he even had a chance to think, however, the girl got up on her knees and slid her hands under his black t-shirt, tugging it off over his head. She looked him up and down and smiled before feverishly kissing along his collar bone. She backed up for a moment, allowing him to do the same to her. He pulled off her shirt, leaving her in a tight black bra.
“Damn.” Dwight commented, staring much harder than he should have. Erica laughed.
“I was about to say the same thing.” The two smiled at each other briefly; however, the moment passed quickly, as Dwight was quickly climbing on top of her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her, biting her lip and exploring every inch of her mouth. The girl wasted no time, reaching down and unbuckling his belt as they kissed and working on the button of his pants, somewhat unsuccessfully. “I can’t get it!” She muttered, realizing taking off someone else’s pants while lying down was difficult.
“Here, I got it.” It only took him a brief moment to undo the button and zipper, finally kicking off his pants. For a moment, the girl’s eyes fell on the newly exposed bulge underneath the man’s navy boxers. She ran her fingers down the length of it through the thin fabric, earning a shudder from the man. She found herself surprised by how hard he was….And how well endowed he seemed. She stroked him once more, brushing him with her finger tips to tease him, earning a small moan.
“God damn.” The girl began. “That’s nice.” Dwight gave her a fleeting smile before pushing her over and climbing on top of her, effortlessly sliding her jeans off. It was his turn to admire her. Though she didn’t think of her black bra and pink panties as too sexy, she found Dwight eagerly looking at her body and running his hands from her chest down to her stomach. He leaned over her, looking her in the eyes as he slipped his hand between her legs and gently pulled away the thin fabric, brushing his fingers against her only to be pleasantly surprised.
“Holy shit, you’re so wet…!” The blonde man purred, surprised to find her already soaking wet for him.
“Sorry.” Erica commented sheepishly. “It’s your fault.” Dwight couldn’t help but smile.
“Don’t apologize, it’s a good thing.” His words were reassuring “I like it.” Without warning, Dwight slid his finger inside of her. The girl inhaled sharply and arched her back, biting down on her lip. He slid his finger in and out, working on her getting her to moan and writhe just the way he wanted. He fingered her more, teasing her and leaving her breathless, gripping the sheets pleading for more. As he worked on her, he rubbed her clit with his thumb. By now she was going crazy, practically sobbing, begging for more. Even though he was the one teasing her, it was driving him crazy too. On one hand he wanted to please her and seeing her this way was a huge turn on, but on the other he just wanted to let go and fuck her so bad.
“Please, Dwight…” the girl suddenly moaned. He looked down at her.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, unsure of what she was asking. Erica looked back up at him with heavily lidded eyes.
“Please just do it.” She was practically begging him. It took Dwight everything he had to maintain control and not give in immediately.
“Do what? Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.” Was his reply. As he knelt over her, the girl dug her finger nails into his shoulders, a desperate look on her face. God was he enjoying driving her crazy.
“You know good and well what I mean.” She replied breathlessly, locking her eyes onto his.
“Well fine then, impatient.” The man managed to smile at her. He pulled her panties off, appreciating the sight before him. She sat up, helping him out of his boxers which he discarded off the side of the bed. He found her staring, eyebrows raised. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just….Wow.” The girl managed. She was obviously impressed by the look on her face. “God you’re big.” It kept getting harder for Dwight to not throw her down and fuck her like he wanted right now, especially with her making remarks like that. Erica wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, pulling him down on top of her, bringing her knees up on either side of his hips. He shifted, positioning himself so he was pressing the tip of his cock against her, already throbbing feeling how wet she was. In one quick movement, Dwight forced himself inside of her.
“Fuck!” The girl cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Damn!” He pulled the whole way out before sliding into her again, going deeper into her. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, mouth open. Damn this was a sight to see. He started moving in and out slowly, watching her write beneath him. “Go faster.” She breathed. He bit his lip, more than happy to obey. He moved against her over and over again, gaining speed with every thrust. It was so good. Dwight felt a slight bit of pride in how soaking wet she was. By now, she had her hand clasped over her mouth, trying to keep from getting too loud. He reached up and pulled her hand away from her mouth without breaking his rhythm, wanting to hear her moan for him.
“Dwight…oh my god Dwight…” she moaned over and over. He was losing his self-control. He thrusted in harder and harder, groaning at how tight and wet she was, how badly he wanted and needed this. He slipped one arm under her knee and adjusted her, letting him get deeper and go faster. Erica tensed up, pressing her hips hard against his.
“You like that?” He breathed, trying to hold out. She nodded in response. His movements became sloppy and erratic as he threw his head back, trying to keep himself from cumming too soon. He moaned out loud, burying his face in her neck as he attempted to steady his rhythm, slowing down.
“Don’t slow down.” She pleaded with him. Holy shit. The girl unexpectedly placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, pulling him out of her and forcing him to rock back onto his knees. “What’s wr—” Before he could finish his statement, Erica placed her hands on his chest and pushed him over, climbing on top of him. The girl positioned herself on top of him and moved down onto his cock without saying anything. Dwight threw his head back into the pillow. “Fuck!” He was throbbing inside of her as she sat up and slowly started moving up and down, getting used to riding his cock.
“You like that?” She repeated his previous statement with a sexy smirk. Dwight moaned in response, eyes closed, heart racing. For a brief moment he sat up and kissed her, still inside of her, while unhooking her bra, carelessly tossing it off to the side. The woman grinned and pushed him back down by the shoulders, continuing to move again. He bucked his hips up against her as she rode him, placing his hands on her breasts.
“Holy shit. Holy shit.” He repeated over and over. “Damn!” His mind was racing and he knew he was about to cum watching the girl bouncing up and down. He moaned and shifted. “Fuck…Fuck!” The pressure built up and he realized he was moments away from cumming. “Holy….” The blonde man couldn’t even think. “Erica!” Dwight grabbed her by the hips and pulled her off of him, barely pulling out in time. He grabbed his erection with one hand, practically seeing stars as he came. He felt himself release hard onto his stomach and chest.
“Oh my god…” She said quietly, watching the man finish, sitting back on her haunches. Dwight laid there, panting, coming down from the high. It had been so long since he’d done that and to be honest, he couldn’t remember the last time it felt so good. It was so animalistic. He suddenly realized what had just happened as he came back to his senses and opened his eyes.
“God, I’m sorry.” He apologized, sitting up and resting on his elbows, the girl still sitting over him. She smiled.
“Don’t be.” She started to get up, stepping off the bed. “Hang on one second.” She told him, walking off. Dwight leaned back and admired her body as she walked away. Man, had that really just happened? He took a moment to catch his breath, trying to figure out how to clean up. “Here.” The girl returned moments later, stepping out of the master bathroom and walking back over to him. She climbed up onto the bed and knelt beside him, handing him a wet wash cloth.
“Thank you.” He replied as he gratefully took it from her, wiping himself off. He cocked an eyebrow as she settled herself next to him and fervently returned to kissing his neck as he did so. Dwight tossed the wash cloth onto his shirt, which was still lying on the floor. He turned to face her, grinning. “I’m not done with you.”
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