I'll see you in 27 Years; Pennywise X Oc

Weekend Fun

Smut ahead. Terrible BTW.

Penny seemed to like my dominance for a split second. Then I was against the wall. "Your drunk, you're high."

"And you're sexy." I trailed my hand down his clothed chest into his pants. His eyes changed. Orange. I rubbed a bit getting a growl from him and shove back onto the bed.

"Klea..."

"Pennywise..." He looked angry, so angry. But I liked it. "Penny." I sung drunkenly, opening my legs. "Oh Penny. I know you hear me."

He walks toward the door only to lock it and stand before me with a raging hard on very visible in his slacks. "I do." I sat up, pulling my thigh high boots off. He watched my every move.

"Lay with me Penny." I breathed more than spoke. He crawled over me, tugging on my red shorts, kissing up my abdomen. My hands held his hair as he slid his own pants down his legs, letting his large erection loose. No underwear whatsoever. My breath hitched and I was suddenly sober. "Penny, I can't."

He looked up with his Wolfy orange eyes. "Can't? You were just all for it. Now you can't?!" He stood, still half undressed and I stood kicking my shorts out of my way.

"Well I'm sorry mister fucking'- Aaagh! I can't think because if you!"

"And I can't think because of you!" He paused then slammed me on the wall for a second time this night. He picked me up and we kissed ravenously, our teeth clashing as he literally tore my shirt off.  Forget the soberness, I was so fucking drunk off one tequila. I started unbuttoning his shirt as he dropped his coat to the floor.

"Off off, take it off." We fell back onto the bed as Penny took ripped my panties off, it creaking loudly. He gripped my hips with mad force as he drove into me. I couldn't control my voice anymore. He thrust over and over hitting the same spot and I was close before we'd even started. My moans echoed as did the skin on skin.
I dug my bitten nails into his back, biting his shoulder to reduce noise. Unsuccessful. "Haah, fuck. Penn-aah harder."

He groaned into my neck as he sped up, going deeper and harder than before. I looked up into his eyes. They were almost red. He closed them and looked away. He slowed to an almost stop as we both came.
I could swear I heard a sorry from him as he rolled over to put his pants on. I watched him put his shirt on and unlock the door.

"Where are you going?" I ask. He turns slightly.

"I'm hungry. I'll see you tomorrow." Then he left. I had noticed the music stopped pulled on what clothes I had left on which was panties and a bra plus my boots and leather jacket. There was a loud knock on the door before two cops burst open the door.

"Time to go, parties over."

"Shit."

One escorted me home and the other was generous to drive my car directly behind us.
My dad opened the door with a smile that faded into a frown.

"Cops."

"You're Mr. Locklear correct?"

"Yeah, that's me." Dad tubes me inside the house, putting me behind him. "Thank you officers." He went to close the door but it was stopped by one of the cop's feet.

"We have to tell you that there was alcohol and drugs involved. She's been let off with a warning."

"Yessss-aah..." He read the name tag. "Officer Branwin. Thanks." He slammed the door and turned to me. He did not look happy. "Other than you looking like a slut-" he grinned and held up a hand. "Can I get a high five for scoring big?!"
I slapped his hand, relieved he didn't act like my mom would've.

"Do we have any chips, or icecream?"

"Both, why?" He questioned.

"I'm high, and hungry."

"OK, let's split it."

We ate an entire gallon bucket of icecream, and two bags of chips by 10:30 and neither of us were sick. "Spill it, chick. Who's the guy?"

"...What guy?"

"I can smell the sex. What's his name. Is it that one dude you were talking about? The one that told you about the dance?"

"Uh, n-no. He's just a friend. I, ehem, met him before I met Jaime."

"Oookay, whatst his name? I wanna meet him."

"Dad-"

"Just say it already."

"Uh, it's Penn. His name, is Penn. OK enough of talk. Please. I need a shower."

"Wait." He grabbed my arm. "Be careful of people. Kids have been going missing." I nodded and left.

"Wakey wakey, vegetables and sadness."

I rolled over pushing my dad back. "There better be fucking bacon or I'm going back to sleep." I sat up and looked at my plate.

"Bacon, eggs, hash browns, and your favorite, a big ass cup of coffee with sugar and cream." He also handed me two vitamins and an ibuprofen. "Take 'em all. I don't want vomit everywhere."

I downed everything in five minutes and was downstairs in my giraffe onesy and a blanket in less. My dad was in the kitchen on the phone while cleaning up when there was a knock at the front door.

"I got it!" I shouted and ran to the door. I swung it open and got a bear hug from a certain tall person. "Can't. Breathe."

Penny set me down and pulled a balloon with a white rose tied to it. "I was going to give it to you last night but you were talking with your dad."

"So you came over at like 8 to give me a rise, the balloon is nice, but I hate roses."

"It's amost eleven, and if you don't want the rose I can just throw it away." I snatched the rose.

"No. Nice gestures never get thrown away in this house." I put the rose in a violet vase and turned back to him. "Did you say eleven? I need to fix my clock."

"Is this him?" My dad asked from behind me.

"Uh, yeah." I answered facing him. "Penny, Dad, Dad Penny."

Pennywise stuck his hand out. "Nice to meet you, Sir."

Dad took his hand and shook it hard. "Call me Will, please."