Dave x Jack Oneshots

4. Drunk [Smut]

Dave was feeling really alone, so after work he decided to have a sleepover with Old Sport, his best friend.

Dave wanted to steal a pack of bottled beer, but Jack took the pack from him and just bought it.

Then they drove to Jack's house and began drinking the beer.

Jack got drunk really fast, since his body size is smaller than Dave's.

Dave was feeling slightly woozy after like 4 beers, but he was drunk as fuck too.

After some dumbass drunk talk about FredBear's Glorious Springlocks, there came the more serious stuff.

"Dave..." Jack moaned, pinning the purple man on his sofa. "I want you inside me..."

"H-Hey..." Dave was stuck. "Shouldn't we move to your bedroom then?"

"Y-Yeah, sure..." Jack let himself be lifted by the taller man.

When they were upstairs in the bedroom, Dave dropped the shorter orange on the bed and started making out with him passionately. He was undoing his dark purple tie, while Jack was undoing his orange one.

With some struggle, both men removed their button-up shirts and threw them on the floor, like they didn't have any worth anymore.

They decided to kiss a little while longer before they moved to the good stuff.

Jack felt the aubergine man bite on his neck and go down to his nipple.
"S-Stop teasing me, you eggplant..." he moaned.

Dave heard him, then bit hard on his nipple, earning a tiny cute gasp from Old Sport.

They were a little warmed up now, so they removed their pants.

This time, Jack flipped Dave under him, so he was the one on top.

Jack giggled and softly kissed Dave's neck while rubbing him with his hand throught the fabric.

"Grgh... Sport-sy..." Dave moaned.

"Dave... I want to fuck myself on your Big Dick..." Jack moaned, the words shooting up Dave's member.

Jack pulled off his boxers, revealing his erection and his dick tatoo, which wasn't really important right now.
Then, he removed Dave's boxers, his huge purple dick standing up, leaking with precum.

Jack spat on his hand and rubbed it against Dave's cock. He has waited enough already, he needs to be fucked. Now.

"Wait, Sportsy, shouldn't you prepare yourself, you know that it'll hurt pretty badly once-" Dave warned, but was cut off.

"I don't fucking care. I need you."

Jack balanced himself above Dave's dick, then went down, his hands on Dave's stomach.

"S-Slowly, Sportsy, slower..." Dave put his hands on Jack's thighs to slow him down, not wanting to hurt his Tangerine.

Jack saw stars for a few seconds once Dave was fully in. He tried to get used to the feeling of discomfort and pleasure.

"Sportsy, you feeling okay?" Dave asked, once Jack stopped moving.

"Y-Yes, I'm okay, your dick is just huge..." Jack replied.

Once he got a little more used to it, Jack started slowly bouncing up and down on Dave.

Dave and Jack were both in absolute bliss.

Dave always imagined Jack as a power bottom, and now it is real.
And Jack always wanted to fuck himself on Big Dick Davey.

Once Jack shifted himself a little bit, he hit his sweet spot, making that tiny gasp again.

He kept hitting that spot until he came on his own chest, and Dave filled Jack's ass.

Jack then pulled himself out of Dave and kissed him.

Without cleaning up, they fell asleep, both of them covered in Jack's semen.

The morning after, both of them were hangover, and smelled like dried up cum and sweat.

Luckily, Jack had pickle juice. It was not very pleasant to drink, but it helped a little with their hangovers.

Dave collected his purple clothes scattered on the floor, then went to the shower. When he was done, Jack stumbled there too, to wash himself, then do his make-up. There was a huge hickey left by Dave on his neck, but it was easily covered by orange make-up.

Also, Jack couldn't walk normally. He needed Dave's support.

Driving to work was a terrible pain, so he let Dave drive his car.

When they both stumbled to the pizzeria, they were greeted by Peter and Dee.

"Jack, are you okay? Did you hurt your leg or something?" Peter asked, concerned.

"What did you do to him, Dave?" Dee eyed the purple man suspiciously.

"What I did to him? It's not my fault he got drunk and got on top of me-" Dave started, but was slapped in the back of his head.

"Dave! She is a child!" Jack scolded him.

"I haven't been a child for more than 1 decade, you know." Dee said.

"Oh. Oh god..." Peter mumbled to himself quietly.

"Ok, I understand what happened. Jack, please go home and rest..." Peter said to Jack.

"Can I go too? Can I go too?" Dave jumped excitedly.

"Since I know that you become more and more annoying if I say no, yes, you can go." Peter would roll his eyes, if he had those.

"Yay!" Dave shouted and picked Jack up bridal style and carried him out of the pizzeria.