summary: Your dad’s best friend, Mr. Pointdexter, comes to visit on the Fourth of July. The grill is on, the sun is setting, and it’s almost time for fireworks—your favorite part of the Fourth. However, you can’t seem to forget your strong feelings for Mr. Pointdexter, especially when he finds you all alone in your garage.
cw: 18+ mdni!!, smut, age gap(legality is up to the imagination), pet names, teasing, fingering, oral sex(both recieving), multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v,, no aftercare, creampie, breeding kink??, hair pulling, virgin!reader, praise & degradation(reader recieving), a little plot mention(gotta set the scene)
a/n: hiii everyone, this is my first smut fic… i hope you like it—sorry if im not that detailed. this idea came to me in a dream honestly, i just love the concept of secretly being fucked during the forth of july by an older man so this fic was definately self-indulgent. enjoy!!
Fourth of July, your favorite holiday. Not because of its purpose celebrating America, but because you simply loved how people celebrated. Cookouts, yard games, the lake, family gathering, but most of all the fireworks. You absolutely adored the bright flashes of red, white, and blue that spread across the night sky. It felt magical. And in just a few hours, you’d be seeing them once again.
You already had your blanket laid out in the most perfect spot you discovered when you were 6. It gave you the best view of the sky. There were no tree branches covering your sight, and it was away from everyone watching on your back porch. You liked to be alone to take in the fireworks, it felt intimate, romantic. A small world you could disappear to, and no one ever batted an eye.
One hour before the fireworks: You were laying on your blue plaid patterned blanket, eyes focused on the boats floating on the lake. You could feel the freshly cut grass poking through the fabric. The sun was just beginning to set. Most of the barbecue just finished up on the grill. Music playing, laughing from family members filling the rest of the silence. Dad calls out your name.
Springing up from your comfortable position, you lightly jog to your dad. He was at the grill finishing up, however another older man was standing beside him.
A beer in his hand, a cheeky grin plastered on his face, a familiar face you can’t quite remember how you know him.
“Hey honey, you remember Dex right? He’s one of my old buddies from college! He used to visit the house a lot a couple years back, you might remember that.” Your dad says, wearing a “Kiss the Cook” apron your mom bought for him.
“Hey there kiddo, you sure have grown since I last saw you…” Dex says, you catch his eyes unashamedly look you up and down while wetting his lips.
Now you remember, Dex, Mr. Pointdexter. Your dad’s best friend, whom you had an embarrassingly huge crush on as a kid.
You feel your heart rate quicken, you feel your pulse beat harder against your neck. You study Dex for a moment. His black shirt, perfectly sculpting him with his dark washed jeans. His biceps, his hazel eyes, the veins in his arm, god you wished you were the beer bottle he was holding by the neck.
“Honey, are you feeling okay?” Dad pulls you out of your trance.
You swallow hard, probably swallowing the shame you felt for growing wet for a man the same age as your dad, “Mhm! Just a little hot…” You say, struggling to make a composed face, “I’m actually gonna go inside for now. Next meeting you, sir.” Of course you weren’t going to forget your manners.
“No problem hun, tell Mom to get more beers from the garage.” Dad said, flipping the last patty on the grill for the night.
“Oh I’ll just do it myself!” You say before walking away from your dad, and Dex.
You felt Dex’s gaze still on you. His free hand shoved in his front pocket while keeping a boring conversation with your dad. Maybe you were being delusional, this man wasn’t looking at you. He had a wife, and two kids that you babysat for a few years. That would be wrong. Immoral. Those were your thoughts until you looked back at him before slipping through the screen door. Your eyes met those hazel eyes in less than a second. And strangely enough, neither of you pulled away. Dex gave you a quick smirk before taking a sip of his cold beer and replied back to your dad.
Butterflies overtook your stomach. You felt your cheeks flush as you opened the garage door. The outdated fridge stood in front of you, your arms full of carrying beer bottles. Successfully, you opened the door with your foot and you began stuffing the bottles into the empty shelves. Your thoughts raced and so did your heart rate. And as the last bottle clashed with the fridge shelf, you heard the garage door open.
“Wrong door, bathroom is to the left.” You say as you slammed the fridge door shut.
Turning your head to see the lost soul in your house, your eyes set on Dex.
“Not lost sweetheart, I know this house like the back of my hand.” Dex says, walking down the short flight of steps to reach the same ground as you.
“Oh right, sorry Mr. Pointdexter.” You sheepishly reply back.
“You know you don’t have to call me that anymore? You’re a big girl now, aren’t you?” He says, taking slow and deliberate steps closer to you.
“It feels wrong calling you anything but that, sir.” Your head tilts higher and higher to keep eye contact with Dex.
“Enough with the formalities sweetheart. No one’s around… it’s alright.” He says, backing you into the fridge.
Your breath catches as your back hits the cold metal. You feel your warmth growing and your nipples harden underneath the thin material of your tank top. You can always just blame it on the coolness.
“You sure have grown into a pretty young woman. Just gorgeous.” Dex says, pushing a hair behind your ear.
“Come on now, it’s just you and me in here. Say ‘Dex’ for me sweetheart. I promise nothing bad will happen to you.” Dex jokes, bending his neck lower to meet your face. Lips inches away from yours.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be in here alone…” You say, hesitantly while darting your eyes away from his. You don’t know how to feel, but the thought of leaving makes you sad.
“You know… ever since you were a little girl you were a goodie-two-shoes. Never breaking the rules, crying when others did. You were such a good girl.” Dex whispers into your neck. You feel his breath travel down your neck. His hands cling to your waist. Your lace panties getting wetter and wetter by the second.
“Now that you’re older… I’m wondering if you’ve started to break the rules now.” Dex plants a kiss onto your neck.
Your eyes roll on their own. A quiet whimper escapes your mouth. This is wrong, but it feels so right.
“Mr. Pointdexter.. my dad might be looking for me..” You weakly say, Dex still planting kisses along your neck. Softly sucking on your skin just the right amount where it won’t leave a mark.
“What did I say about formalities, sweetheart?” Dex says through the kisses, his voice vibrating on your skin.
Dex’s hands travel up your body. One hand gropes your breast as the other holds your neck. You tilt your head back, giving more room for Dex to work. No, you want this, you’ve dreamt of this exact moment.
“Come on, this is wrong…” You say, trying to convince yourself you don’t enjoy the feeling of his lips on your skin.
“Shh… you like this. I don’t feel you pulling away, sweetheart.” Dex pulls back from your neck, making eye contact with your clueless eyes.
“Dex, sweetheart. Don’t make me correct you again.
You swallow hard, looking up into Dex’s eyes.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. How jealous you get whenever I kiss my wife. How you wish it was you instead..” Dex whispers, inching closer and closer to your lips.
You don’t move, you’re frozen still.
“How you cross your legs whenever I walked around shirtless. How nervous you got whenever I teased you about your smile. How you always dressed up in the tightest and smallest clothes possible when you knew I was coming ‘round.” He says, bringing one hand down to your ass.
“And now you’re grown… so now you can do grownup activities. Want me to show you one, sweetheart?”
You nod your head, embarrassingly fast.
Dex’s lips crash into yours. His kiss is frantic, eager, messy. You can’t keep up. His hands rub against your body, touching every single inch of you before one of his hands settle on your clothed cunt. Quiet moans escape your mouth as Dex begins rubbing your sensitive spot. His tongue collides with yours, taking control of the kiss. Your hands climb into Dex’s hair, fingers gripping the back of his head for stability. You accidentally grip too hard, a groan flowing out of Dex’s mouth. You feel him smirk against your lips.
Dex breaks the kiss, allowing you to breathe, as he moves his hand to work the buttons of your tiny jean shorts. Finally ripping them off, revealing a wet spot on your panties. You feel humiliated, ashamed. You cover your face.
“Oh sweetheart, look at how wet you are. Just for me… Don’t be shy.” Dex says before grabbing one of your hands and forcing you to palm his growing erection. Dex grinds against your hand as he groans in pleasure.
“You feel that? That’s because of you, pretty girl.” Dex says, still grinding, as his free hand travels to the waist band of your underwear.
He dips two fingers in, pressing against your wetness as he works in circles.
Your knees buckle as he begins fingering you, your moans grow louder and louder. Your free hand grips Dex’s shoulder and the other continues palming his erection.
Dex inserts two fingers in you, curving them just right to hit in your spot. Pumping them in and out at a steady pace. Your moans are of pure ecstasy, and it’s only his fingers. You try to shift your other hand on Dex’s other shoulder but Dex refuses. He grips your wrist roughly and keeps your hand on his bulge.
“Keep them there, feel how hard I am for you..” Dex orders, continuing to pump in and out of your soaking cunt
You begin to roll your hips on his hand, chasing your climax. Your movements become frantic. Dex moves his thumb to rub on your clit as you near your orgasm. Your moans grow louder and louder, your hips move faster and faster until your hips buck against his hand and your orgasm flows over you. You gasp, catching your breath after finishing.
“Dex..” You mutter through uneven pants.
“Atta girl..” Dex says before crashing his lips onto you once again.
He removes his fingers, coated in your mess.
Dex breaking the kiss,”Open up. Taste yourself.”
He offers his two fingers, hovering them in front of your puffy lips. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Dex puts his fingers in your mouth and you suck on his fingers. Your tongue swirls around them, taking every last drop of your orgasm. You look up at Dex, who look so enamored by you. His eyes full of desire and lust, his lips wet from kissing you forming a condescending smirk, his hard dick begging to be freed from his jeans. You release Dex’s fingers from your mouth, spit now dripping off his middle and ring finger.
“That’s a good girl.” Dex praises you, petting your head while swiping hair away from your sweaty face.
“Now, I took care of you… now you gotta take care of me..” He says, palming himself in his hand.
You look up at him, confused on how to satisfy him. You were a virgin after all…
“God you really are clueless.. get on your knees sweetheart..” Dex says, laughing at your innocent face as you lower yourself down.
Your face is in front of Dex’s bulge. Your hand travels to his belt and button. Lowering his pants and boxers, Dex’s hard cock springs out. He’s bigger than you could’ve imagined. You don’t know how he’ll fit in your mouth. Dex groans as you pump his cock once with your hand. You feel him twitch as you put your mouth around the tip. Your tongue swirls around the head before you take him deeper. Dex’s hand holds the back of your head as he roughly pushes you down more and more.
“That’s it.. take it like a big girl.”
You choke on his cock as he hits the back of your throat repeatedly. Tears welling in your eyes as you look up at Dex. He guides your head up and down his cock as he throws his head back. He moans your name as his hips buck every now and then, shoving his dick deeper than before. You press your hands on his thighs as Dex takes control on your movements.
“God, baby you feel so good…” Dex moans, thrusting harder.
You can tell he’s getting close to cumming. Dex’s breath quickens, his groans becoming animalistic, his hips bucking and thrusting. You gag on his cock every time he hits the back of your throat, causing tears to begin trailing down your rosy cheeks.
“Uh huh… sweetheart— I’m so close. Come on, come on…” You hear Dex’s groans as he presses you down his cock until your nose is touching his happy trail. He continues thrusting into your mouth until he pulls out quickly.
Your mouth is quickly replaced with his hand as he jerks himself closer to his orgasm, “Open up sweetheart, tongue out.” Dex orders, pressing his tip against your lips.
You open your exhausted, hot mouth, sticking your tongue out where Dex lays his tip. He lets a guttural groan as you feel his finish on your tongue. His warm semen spreads across your tongue. Looking up at Dex, you see his abs flex through his black shirt as he finishes in your mouth. His head thrown back in pleasure. His free arm holding himself up against the fridge as he jerks himself one last time making sure every drop is out of him.
You close your mouth, feeling Dex on your tongue. As you look up at him, you swallow his cum. Your throat bobbles up and down as you make sure you didn’t miss a single drop.
“Open up.” Dex holds your jaw up at him.
You stick your tongue out, nice and clean.
“Good job, sweetheart. Now get up, bend over the car. I’m gonna show you how a real man should treat you.” Dex says, lightly slapping your jaw before lifting you can and moving you to your mom’s car.
He pushes you down onto the car, the cold metal pressing against your chest and face. You whimper as you feel Dex’s hand slap your ass. Your shorts are at your ankles, leaving just your panties which Dex pulls to the side.
“Such a pretty pussy…” Dex whispers as he hits the head of his dick on your cunt using his other hand to grip your hip. He spreads your leftover spit all over your hole.
You moan as you feel his tip pressing into your cunt, your heart races.
“This might hurt a little sweetheart, you have to trust me alright?” Dex says as he pushes deeper slowly.
You nod, a moan seeping out your mouth.
“I’m gonna need to hear you, baby. Do you trust me?” Dex says, stopping all movement.
The stillness kills you, you push your hips back to feel more of him. Your womb aching to be filled with his seed.
“Mhm—! I t-trust you…” You whimper as Dex slaps your ass again.
“You’re missing a word doll.”
“D-dex!—I trust you, Dex.”
“Good girl.” Dex thrusts into you.
You gasp as his hips slam against your ass. You feel him stretching you out, inch by inch. Your walls flutter around him, tightening around his length. You grip the smooth car metal, leaving your hand print as Dex begins drilling into you. You hear his moans and his string of profanities. Dex’s large hands grip your hips hard, keeping you right in place where he can hit your spot at each thrust. The garage is filled with the noise of slapping skin and the smell of sex. Luckily, your garage is sound proof.
“Fuck— Dex-“ You moan as he continues pounding into you.
“You like that, huh? An older man fucking your pussy? Such a dirty girl.” Dex grabs a handful of hair and pulls you up by it. He holds your hair like a leash.
“I bet you’ve gotten off to the thought of me— fucking you just like this. In your parents’ house. In secret. Making you moan my name as I thrust deeper into you.”
Dex whispers into your ear and he slams into you harder and harder.
Inaudible moans leave your mouth, you are being fucked brainless. You can’t even think right anymore, all you feel is how good Dex feels inside of you.
“Fuck, you feel so good, it’s like your pussy was made for me.” Dex continues thrusting into you like an animal.
You can’t keep up with how rough and fast he’s going—You just take it. It’s like he's been deprived of sex for years, finally relieving himself with you. You gasp for air when Dex hits your cervix. His cock is so huge, you feel your stomach bulging as he goes in and out. He holds your hair tight, keeping your back arched and your head back. His other hand keeps your hips steady. Your hands hold onto your mom’s car’s hood for dear life. Dex is fucking you so violently, it’s an out of body experience.
“Dex—! Ngh… Dex! F-fuck!” You moan as Dex’s hips slam against your ass.
“Shh, don’t want your Daddy hearing us now…” Dex whispers against your ear.
“Mmm… Dex…” You whimper as Dex’s hand travels to your throat, squeezing it softly.
“I’m close. Fuck— I’m close.” Dex says, quickening his pace.
He fucks your cunt deeper than you thought possible. You feel your orgasm climbing as Dex moves his other hand to play with your clit as he slams into you. Your moans are of pure ecstacy. Your hips buck as Dex plays with your overstimulated cunt, as you feel Dex’s breathing get heavier.
“Cum for me, come on, cum for me baby…” Dex begs in your ear as his thrusts get sloppy and his finger circles faster.
You feel your orgasm wash over your body. You arch your back even more, your hands grip for Dex. Your hips buck against Dex’s fingers until you feel Dex’s hips pressing against your ass. You gasp and moan as Dex thrusts one final time, digging as deep as he can. You feel your walls tightening against him as his cock twitches inside of you. You feel his cum spilling inside of you, filling you to the brim.
“There you go sweetheart… you did such a good job…” Dex says while he caresses your head as your tired body leans against his.
You feel Dex pulling out, resting his half hard cock on your ass. His seed spilling down your leg and you try to recover. You feel his chest rising and falling just like yours. His heart beat the same pace as yours.
Dex hums against you before planting a kiss on your head.
“That’s my girl…” He kisses your shoulder, “Now let’s get cleaned up so we can catch the fireworks. They’re still your favorite part of the Fourth, right?”
