George Miller / Papa Frank • Imagines

Really?

"I said eyy, we want some pussy!" I yelled in my kitchen as I threw the cookies into the oven. "What i say? I said EYYY WE WANT SOME PUSSY!"

"EYY, WE WANT SOME PUSSY!" George yells from the restroom and I laugh so hard, I almost slip on the wet spot on the floor. Being at Max's is actually really fun sometimes, even though I'm making cookies in the oven they put all that shit into but, I really don't care anymore. I wipe up the spot on the floor and throw the rag on the ground, feeling a pair of hands on my ass.

"Hey, George" I whisper and turn around to see Max, his whole face red and I could already tell he is drunk. I sigh, "Max... Really?" I remove his hands and walk him back to his room, laying him down and petting his head. "Good night." I shut his door and run face to face with Joji. He presses his lips against mine and shoves me against Max's room, picking me up. I kiss him back and he walks back into the kitchen, throwing me onto the table and pealing off his shirt. My whole face glows red and I start to freak, "George, people are in the house." He smiles and slams his lips back onto mine.

"But I want you, now." He mumbles against my mouth and my body melts against his. Joji climbs on top of me and moves hard against me, moaning against my mouth and grabbing me through my shirt.

"Hey, that's pretty good." Ian says from the doorway and I shove Joji off me, sitting up fast and blushing hard.

"Fuck you, cunt." George says and I laugh hard, helping Joji up off the floor. Ian walks over and sniffs the air.

"Hey, what's that smell?" He says and we all look over at the oven.

"My fucking cookies are on fire!" I run to the oven and throw them out.

"No kidding." Says Joji.