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Mabel set you and Ford on another date, though luckily you’ll be alone this time. Thanks to the twins, the gate to the community pool is still open after hours. You wait patiently for Ford to arrive, watching the sun set slowly, noticing a few stars to shine and the moon to come subtly into view. Finally…
“Ah! Y/N, I hope I’m not too late.” Stanford beams from the gate. He smiles gleefully, until he almost trips on a towel on the floor with a popular boy band on it. You can’t help but snicker quietly as he untangles his boot from the damp towel.
“Damn…come on…ugh!” Stanford swears under his breath.
“Yeah, I tripped on it too.” You admit, finally letting a laugh escape. Ford frustratingly tosses the towel aside and makes his way toward you. Once he approaches, you glance him over. He’s still wearing his normal outfit, turtleneck and trench coat with black pants. You have a swimsuit under your clothes, but you wonder the same for Ford. You suddenly feel a little embarrassed for actually thinking you would swim together.
“Um…well…” You glance nervously down at yourself, “are we actually swimming?”
Stanford chuckles and looks down at himself. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. I thought that now we’re alone, it would be a perfect time.” He rubs the back of his neck, a stereotypical sign that he is nervous about something. You decide to take your sandals off and sit at the edge of the pool, letting your feet glide in the water. He does the same, taking his boots off and rolling his pant legs up a bit.
“Y/N, these past couple have been great with you. The whole…” he waves his hand in the air, searching for the correct word, “dating…thing, has been amazing. I trust you, but in order to be able to open up a bit more, I need to know that you trust me.” He looks over at you, the setting sun making his glasses glimmer.
“Of course, Ford. I trust you. I know that things in this town are strange. Some of the people are even stranger.” You laugh a little to break the tension. “With your knowledge and grit, I don’t think I trust anyone more.” You curl your pinkie finger around his. He does the same.
Before speaking, he takes a deep breath. “During my studies of this town, many years ago, I discovered an incredibly powerful being by the name of Bill Cipher. This being promised me universal intellect, all the information in the world. He promised me that he would make me the smartest man to have ever existed. In the end…” he’s now holding your hand, squeezing it as he speaks, “I discovered this being was a demon. He used me to open a portal to his demon realm.”
“Ford…” You try to interrupt to reassure him, as he was becoming visibly upset, but he only shakes his head and continues.
“There was an accident. During a fight with my brother Stanley, the portal was opened, and I was sucked in. I was stuck in that realm of nightmares for 30 years. I went through the unthinkable. When I came back, thanks to Stanley and the twins, I was able to contain the strangeness. That container was the start of the end of the world, Weirdmaggedon.”
“Bizzaremaggedon would have been a better name.” You say, breaking the serious tension once again.
“No, no, I ruled out that name years ago.” Ford replies in the same serious tone. “Luckily, we defeated Bill, stopping the weirdness from spreading to the rest of the world, but I will forever live with the guilt that I ruined everything.” Ford sighs, adjusting his glasses as he looks away from you.
You place your hand on his cheek to guide his face back to you. “You made mistakes. I understand, trust me. Maybe it was your fault, but you can’t let that define you. There are so many people around you who love you because you fixed your mistakes and learned from them. I respect you for being able to be vulnerable with me, and I respect you even more for trying so hard to fix the things you’ve done. I just want you to know that I don’t think any differently of you because you made a grave miscalculation.” You rub your thumb over his gray stubble, letting your words sink in. The two of you sit in silence, gazing at each other with small smiles. He puts his hand over yours, leaning into your touch.
“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you.” Ford says softly, his gruff yet sweet voice soothing all of your muscles, and making you smile even more. He chuckles breathily, seemingly much less upset now having his dark past off his chest. You take this sweet moment to finally make a move.
Though you have been dating Ford for a couple of weeks, you have longed for him to finally kiss you. Not just on the cheek, but on the lips. However, he had always passed up his obvious chances due to being too nervous. The want was unbearable, so you finally lean in, pausing an inch or so away from his face to make sure this is what he wanted.
“Y/N?” Ford breathed out your name nervously. His rosy cheeks became redder with your closeness, feeling your breath on his lips.
“Is this, um, okay?” You suddenly feel a little embarrassed and worried. What if this isn’t what he wanted at all? The both of you wanted to take things slow, so maybe this was too fast. As soon as you started to move away from his face though, he moved forward quickly to connect your lips. Your face began to feel red hot. You could tell, just from Ford’s movements and quickened breath, that he definitely wanted this.
After a moment, you pulled away and looked at him with surprised eyes. He seemed equally surprised, glancing between your eyes and your lips.
An awkward silence falls over the two of you as you stare at each other. Ford glances away, rubbing his neck nervously.
“Well, now may we swim?” You say with a shy laugh. Ford looks quizzically at you, surprised by the quick change. You start to strip down to your swimsuit. You throw your clothes to the side, catching a glance of Ford’s red face as he nervously stares at you. “Well? Come on old man, don’t leave me hanging.”
“Old- what? Old man?” Ford snaps out of his trance due to the comment. A sly smile spreads across his face and he stands up, throwing off his coat and sweater. By now, the sun has fully set, but you can still see his curly chest hair and the indents of scars across his shoulders and abdomen. He’s laughing now, completely changed from his serious nature of before. You love his nerdy, anxious side- but you love this too.
Now his pants are off and it is proven that he, indeed, did not bring a swimsuit. He notices you looking at him with a slightly confused face, and he rubs the back of his neck in uncertainty.
“I, uh…” Ford clears his throat into his closed fist before speaking once again, “I didn’t actually plan on swimming, which now seems like a major miscalculation on my part, coming to a pool and not planning to swim. If you don’t want to swim anymore, I would understand, as boxers are not quite appropriate to-”
Before he knows it, your arms are wrapped around his neck and pulling him from the edge of the pool into the cool water. With a yelp of surprise, you two crash into the water and quickly pop back up over the surface.
“Why, you- get over here!” Ford swims surprisingly elegantly towards you, chuckling devilishly as he does so. You cannot say the same for yourself though, as you shriek gleefully and sloppily splash away from him. Unsurprisingly, he catches you, and before you can protest, dips you under the water.
“Ack! Assho-ole!” You try to exclaim as you cough the little bit of water that made it into your throat and airway. Ford lifts you up and holds you, placing one hand on the bottom of your thigh and the other on your upper back. He smiles sweetly at you again, chuckling as you get the rest of the water out.
“Are you alright?” He brushes the wet hair out of your face, now a little worried. You smile and hit his chest.
“Yes, but still, asshole!” You laugh for a moment before settling into Ford’s touch. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. His cheeks seem to get a bit pink, but you can't quite tell in the darkness. You rest your head on the crevice of his neck, closing the space between you. He suddenly swallows hard, as if his mouth had suddenly gone dry.
“Ford?” You question as you look up at him. He presses his hand harder against your back, keeping the space between you closed. His face is definitely red.
“Y/N, I…well, I just, um…” Ford clears the gruffness from his voice and tries to collect his thoughts, “I had a couple girlfriends in highschool, some drunken kisses, but,” he leans down slowly, speaking softer as he does, “I haven’t had this feeling in a long time.”
Now your face is definitely red. You glance away from him for a moment, suddenly embarrassed for being so close to him. However, this is what you had wanted from the start of going out with him. You had dreamt of finally seeing him shirtless, feeling his bare skin against you, kissing all of his scars, feeling his calloused fingers drag against your skin…
Ford’s still staring at you when you look back at him. You lean in and kiss him gently, but he returns the kiss much more passionately. His hands move up and down your back, finally landing on your ass to reposition you on top of his hardening groin. You release a small moan into his kiss, making Ford deepen his kiss and buck his hips against you. You disconnect the kiss and start giving his small pecks across his jaw, down to his neck, sucking gently to give him small marks. He groans in pleasure as your teeth drag across his skin.
“Y/N…please, don’t feel like you have to do this. I just- ah!” You interrupt Ford’s nervous pleading by reaching a hand down in between your bodies, palming his growing bulge through his wet boxers. He shudders and thrusts his hips against your hand. As you apply more pressure and he keeps desperately thrusting, you start to work at the knot keeping your bikini top on with your free hand. You toss your wet top onto the ledge of the pool and keep working on teasing his begging cock.
A low, growl-like groan escapes Ford's parted lips. Suddenly, he hoists you up onto the pool’s ledge, and he grins up at you. You shiver as you feel the cool breeze against your wet skin. He places his six-fingered hands on your knees and spreads them apart, then, takes ahold of your bottoms with his teeth. You lift your hips to help him, and he slowly pulls the bottoms off with a grin, the fabric in between his teeth. You lean back onto your elbows, still staring at him in surprise.
“May I?” He says softly, reaching his hands up to your waist, gliding his rough palms over your wet thighs as he does so. You nod, not completely sure what he’s about to do, but whatever it is, you are definitely not against it. Once his head is in between your thighs and your legs are resting on his shoulders, you get the idea of what he’s about to do.
He prepares you with a short lick in between your wet folds, making you shudder and tighten your thighs around his head. He becomes very focused and serious, making calculated licks and swirls with his tongue. He explores it all, from teasing your clit with small circles to pressing his tongue against your entrance, to see which of his techniques are making you melt the most. Eventually, he enters one of his six fingers into you, pumping it gently as he continues making a mess of you. You brush your hand into his hair, gripping it when he finds a certain spot that pulls trembling moans out of your lips. You take a break from squeezing your eyes shut to look down at him. His wet forehead gleams in the moonlight, and his brows are furrowed in focus.
His tongue dances around your clit before pressing his tongue fully against it. Warmth and pleasure shoots through all of your body, making high pitched moans escape your throat. You can hear him chuckle from beneath you before entering a second finger in. It’s been a while since you’ve done anything to pleasure yourself, and a much longer time since you’ve had sex, so the ecstasy of it all becomes almost overwhelming very quickly. You pant and moan as the boiling pot at the bottom of your stomach almost tips over, but Ford pulls away.
“Wait, I wasn’t done yet, hold on!” You whine as you try to explain, but he only grins at you.
“I know that Y/N. I don’t want it to be over that quickly though. Do you?” He raises an eyebrow as he questions. You shake your head and raise yourself up from your elbows, watching him to see what he does next. He gently gathers his arms around you to lift you up and take you back into the cold water, though it feels warmer now that you’ve been in the cold air. He kisses you with a certain vigor, letting you know that he wants more. Once again, you reach down to his wet boxers, but this time you put your hand inside.
You softly graze your fingertips up his member, to the tip, before grasping it in your hand. You don’t know what you imagined to feel, but you’re surprised when you feel it’s thick, of average length. It throbs against your touch as you begin to stroke him. Ford’s breath hitches before he lets out a long, soft moan, as if he’s relieved. You take this as encouragement, gripping a little harder and stroking faster. His breathing becomes shallower, breathily moaning your name.
His rough hands grip your ass as you stroke him. Your lips sloppily connect in a deep kiss, and you fight back and forth with teeth and tongues. You can feel him becoming more passionate with you, more desperate to feel your lips against his, his cock against your hand, your naked bodies against each other.
“Ford…if you’re okay with it, I’m okay with it.” You murmur into his ear, leaning down to kiss his neck delicately.
“Are you sure? I don’t want this to go too fast if you’re not ready.” He replies timidly. You look up at him and nod with a sly smirk. He nods back, trying to hold it together and not bust just from the sensation of your hand on his cock. He easily lifts you up with the help of the water underneath the two of you, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You use your hand to guide the tip of his cock to the entrance of your pussy.
Carefully, Ford lowers you onto his cock. You make a sharp hiss sound from a quick intake of breath, bracing yourself for the stinging pain of being stretched by his girth. You slowly lower yourself, letting more and more into your wet pussy. He moans softly against your ear, tightening his grip around you as you tighten and pulse around his cock.
“Are you okay?” Ford comments concerningly when he sees your face, scrunched from a combination of pain and pleasure. You nod and try to relax your body. The pain soon dissipates into a dull ache, and the euphoria sets in.
Ford starts to slowly thrust into you. You grip his hair and tighten your legs around him, moaning his name into the night air. He uses the natural buoyancy of your body to his advantage, bobbing you up and down in the cool water. Ford’s lips hastily connect to yours to quiet your increasingly amplifying moans fill the night air.
He thrusts harder against you, grunting heavier with each thrust. You compete with Ford’s tongue, moaning against his lips as you do so. You can feel how tight his muscles are from running your hands up and down his back and gripping on his shoulders. He’s trying so hard to not let himself go, like a rubber band stretched and ready to snap.
You can feel it yourself as well. You were already left on the edge after Ford toyed with you with his mouth, and now it was almost too much. His thick cock pumping in and out of you, his arms wrapped around you tightly, and your clit getting some friction from Ford’s base. You could feel the contractions of an orgasm on the horizon, and you dug your nails into his shoulders to keep the dam shut.
“Are you…close? Because I’m…” Ford pants between words and can’t even finish his sentence, but you just nod. You know what he wants. His thrusts become sloppy and desperate, and your words become unintelligible as a heat wave of pleasure rushed through you. Before you can warn him, your pussy spasms and contracts around him. You gasp as the ecstasy rushes through you and your eyes flutter shut. The dam has broken.
Ford physically cannot hold back anymore, so he lets go. He pumps one more time into you as he groans and releases. His eyes roll back into his head as he finally cums. You can feel his cock jerk and twitch as it comes to its finish. You both hold each other for a moment, panting in disbelief. The air is still and quiet once again. You hear cicadas in the distance as the stars in your eyes and fuzziness in your mind start to wash away.
As usual, you’re the first to break the tension with a small giggle. That giggle turns into a laugh, and Ford chuckles along with you.
“Wow.” Ford sighs and brushes a hand through his wet hair. He slowly pulls his cock out of you, and he laughs with a hint of embarrassment. He seems stunned.
“What?” You question as you look up at him, confused.
“This is a public pool. We did…that, in a public pool.” He motions to the rest of the pool, which you had sort of forgotten in the middle of everything.
“Right. Is that disgusting?” You cover your mouth, waiting for a judgmental answer.
“Y/N, I have done so much worse.” He says with a prominent and loud ‘hah!’ He carries you out of the pool and stands you up by the edge. He tosses his turtleneck to you and he works his boxers and pants on.
“We should shower at the Shack.” You suggest to him. He turns to you with an eyebrow raised.
“You couldn’t possibly mean a shower together!” Ford jokes.
“I wouldn’t be opposed.”