#Dewey finn smut

[musical-shit-show]

pieces fall right into place

Pairing: Dewey Finn x Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #6 (you ramble a lot. it’s adorable) and #71 (i’m gonna make you forget that asshole) from Prompt List 2

Warnings: cursing, infidelity, fluff, kissing, smut (minors dni!!!), oral sex (female receiving), Dewey is, uh, handsy

Word Count: 2,597

Author’s Note: Okay…first time writing and posting smut. This is very new to me, so apologies if it’s rushed. I’m hoping that with practice and feedback I’ll improve as time goes on, but I worked on this for a while so I didn’t want to sit on it any longer. I already put it in my warnings, but this one shot is NSFW and 18+, so if you’re a minor, please keep scrolling for this one. I’ll also be marking this as smut on my Masterlist. As always, check out my About Me page, and my Prompt Lists to submit an ask! I’ll also take other prompts (within reason) and am always down to answer questions/receive feedback! (Just please be kind I am sensitive). Thanks so much for the support and happy reading <3

“You can’t let him keep doing this to you.”

“Doing what, exactly?”

“Please don’t make me spell it out for you. You have got to be smarter than that.”

“Dew, I don’t—”

“He always stands you up and I know how long it takes your ass to get ready. At this point, it’s getting pathetic.”

You scoffed at your best friend’s harshness. Dewey Finn was rarely one to mince words, but ever since you hit a rocky patch in your relationship, he was all too eager to bash your boyfriend. And it was starting to get on your nerves.

“It’s not pathetic!” you raised your voice in defense, “I…he’s busy. School is really kicking his ass right now and he’s having a hard time with his clinicals—”

“I know,” he conceded, eyeing you. You were wearing a simple black dress, ready for a date that was currently in jeopardy, “I know, I just think that you shouldn’t get your hopes up with him, especially since he never answers your texts. He’s always late, and that’s coming from me.”

You opened your mouth to fire back, but you saw your phone light up. It was Graham.

“It’s him,” you said, unable to hide your smugness to Dewey, “He’s on his way to the restaurant.”

Your roommate sighed. The two of you had met years ago at a record shop, both scouring through the classic rock section. It was the perfect meet-cute; unfortunately for Dewey, you were newly taken. Still, you hit it off, and a few months later found yourselves sharing an apartment.

This oddly didn’t seem to bother Graham; he must not have thought of Dewey as a threat. Either that or he couldn’t have cared less about what you did when he wasn’t around.

Not that Dewey was complaining. He loved hanging out with you, he really did. You were his best friend. But every so often you’d let your gaze linger a little too long, or laugh a little too hard at one of his jokes, and suddenly his stomach would be doing backflips.

It didn’t matter anyways; you had a boyfriend and Dewey just had to accept that. Even if your boyfriend barely paid attention to you and constantly blew you off. It angered him to no end, because he knew you deserved better. But Graham was going to be a doctor, and was nice enough to you that you stuck around.

He offered stability. That was something Dewey couldn’t guarantee, not in the same way. And that feeling of inadequacy had slowly invaded his entire psyche to the point where the mere mention of your boyfriend was unbearable.

Not that he’d ever let you know how he really felt, of course. It was always safer to play the protective best friend role, and Dewey was a natural.

“Dew!” his train of thought was interrupted by you staring expectantly at him, “How do I look?” You were standing by the door, your eyes glittering. Dewey could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

He swallowed, “You look…beautiful. As always,” you grinned sweetly at him, feeling your chest flutter in return. Despite his apprehension, Dewey always knew how to put a smile on your face.

“Thank you,” you replied, smoothing down your hair, “I’ll let you know if I’ll be back later, okay?” Dewey nodded, turning his attention back to the TV as some mindless reality show served as background noise.

“Oh, and before I forget,” you said, half of your frame already in the hallway, “Could you help me out with my car sometime this weekend? It’s making that weird sound again.”

Dewey put on his best ‘best friend’ smile, “‘Course,” he said, “All the ladies say I’m great with my hands, after all.” You laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

After you shut the door, his spirits instantly drooped. Maybe he could put on a movie to distract himself, or maybe he could practice a few riffs that were giving him trouble.

Maybe that would deflect his attention away from the thought of you going home with him, undressing for him, moaning his name.

It was going to be a long night.

*****

Dewey somehow dozed off on the couch, only to be awoken by the sound of your front door slamming shut.

“Shit!” he yelped out of fright, jumping from his horizontal position. You were standing in front of him, your eyes bloodshot as mascara streaked down your face.

You had been crying. Hard.

“He cheated on me,” you said, your voice low and scratchy, “He took me out to a nice restaurant for the first time in months to tell me that he fucking cheated on me.”

Dewey instantly felt his temperature rise. He was nowhere close to a fighter, but in that moment, he could’ve knocked out that douche bag with one swing.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you kept going, “You were right, Dew,” you cried, falling to his side, “I can’t believe how stupid I was. It was with his fucking classmate, too. He talked about her all the time: tall, blonde, doctor in training…how could I be so fucking oblivious?!”

You started crying again, this time into Dewey’s shoulder. He held you as your tears stained his gray t-shirt, your body wracked with sobs. Your perfume still smelled fresh, the familiar scent pervading Dewey’s mind in a way that was inappropriate for the situation at hand.

After a few minutes, your pitiable weeping let up. “Please say something,” you sniffed as you looked at him worriedly, “And don’t let it be ‘I told you so.’” He couldn’t help but shoot you a wry smile. You smiled softly back, despite your eyes still being filled to the brim.

“Damn, you know me too well, don’t ya?” he snarked, “Because that’s exactly what I was gonna say.” You punched him lightly in the shoulder as he let out a mock yelp of pain. “But no, I just…I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this, any of this.”

You couldn’t help but shake your head. “Dewey, I—”

“No, I mean it,” he cut you off, “You’re…you’re amazing. And smart, and funny, and kind. Graham is an idiot for ever taking you for granted. You can do so much better than that, and I know someday you—”

“You know,” now it was time for you to cut him off, “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this before, but you ramble a lot. It’s adorable.” Even in the low light of your apartment, you see Dewey’s face go flush.

“I just…I just really care about you, okay?” he said quietly, taking your hand gently in his, “And…you’re one of a kind. Anyone who doesn’t see that isn’t worth crying over.” His gaze softened for the first time since you stepped through the door. It pained him to see you wounded like this.

Maybe it was your heightened emotional state. Maybe it was Dewey’s comforting words. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at you in that moment. The way he looked at you most days, when he thought you didn’t notice.

But for whatever reason, you decided to kiss Dewey Finn.

You pressed your lips to his, feeling the warmth of his mouth as your eyes fluttered shut. He tasted like cheap beer and salt, and you could smell the body wash he’d been using for years, simple and fresh. Your tongue quickly parted his lips, but before you could press any further, he pulled away from you.

“Wait, wait,” he said, his voice faltering, “I don’t—is this what you want? Because I…well, I’ve wanted this for a while.”

“A while?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow, “How long is a while?”

Dewey exhaled heavily. This was it. “Since the first day we met,” he muttered sheepishly, “But you had Graham, and we became friends anyway so, I just sort of accepted that we’d never…”

Silence hung in the air as you stared intently at him. “Ah shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything, and the last thing I want to take advantage because, well, you’re my best friend and—”

“Dew,” you breathed, “You’re doing that rambling thing again.” You wrapped your arms around him, tangling your fingers into the messy brown waves at the base of his neck. “And for the record, you’re not taking advantage. I want this. As long as you want it too.”

You saw a devilish glint flicker in his chestnut eyes. “Oh, I do,” he said with a smirk. Without any more hesitation, his lips slammed into yours. You were taken off guard by his abruptness, but it didn’t matter. He was kissing you hungrily, nipping at your bottom lip.

An involuntary moan left your throat. You never felt this kind of spark with Graham, not by a long shot. With Dewey, it was something entirely different. Something better.

You let out a small squeal as Dewey hoisted you up, still peppering kissing on your neck and collarbone as he carried you to his room. Sometimes you forgot how strong he was; you were sure you wouldn’t forget again.

“Dewey, that tickles!” you said coyly, a warmth in the pit of your stomach growing. He stopped his assault on your clavicle and eyed you hungrily, catching your lips again between his.

He was intoxicating. A drug that you didn’t know you needed, but now you couldn’t go more than a few seconds without a hit. You wanted more. You needed more.

He broke the kiss again, his eyes half-lidded as he placed you on the bed. You skillfully unzipped the back of your dress and pealed it from your body. Dewey felt a twinge of self-consciousness.

“It’s okay,” you said, clocking the anxious look that fell across his face, “I’m nervous too.”

“You have no reason to be,” he laughed, “You are so goddamn sexy.” You felt heat creeping up your neck. Dewey never had trouble complimenting you, but now it felt new. You didn’t have to suppress the butterflies in your stomach any longer.

Grabbing the front of his t-shirt, you pulled him on top of you, kissing him more aggressively than before. You heard a small whimper escape from Dewey’s throat, his hands wandering up the sides of your body towards your chest.

He fumbled with your bra clasp for a few seconds before freeing your breasts and leaving them vulnerable to the cool air. Dewey’s room was always inexplicably colder than yours. You made a mental note to suggest your room next time.

Dewey made quick work of discarding his own shirt, throwing it across the room in a dramatic flourish. You couldn’t help but let out a cackle as you pulled him closer to you, your fingers prickling over the stubble that almost constantly adorned his face.

“What is it?” he asked softly, his eyes trailing down your exposed frame, “Having second thoughts?”

“No,” you answered firmly, “I don’t think I’ve been more sure of something in my entire life.” He squeezed your sides, his calloused hands making your skin tingle. “But Dewey? I want to forget. I want…I want to never think about him again.”

He cocked his head as he straddled you, his eyes darkening with lust, “Oh babe,” the pet name made an unexpected shiver run down your spine, “I’m gonna make you forget about that asshole, don’t you worry.”

His words buzzed in your head, but you didn’t have time to form a response. Dewey had moved to pull off your panties, and you were now completely exposed to him. You laid on your back, feeling the tickle of Dewey’s facial hair on your thighs as he kissed them lightly.

He spread your legs apart with his palms, looking back up at you like a man starved. You inhaled sharply as he dove mouth-first into your pussy, lapping at the wetness that had already accumulated inside you.

You panted as his hands gripped your thighs, pulling them even further apart to help him gain full access to you. You could feel him smile as you let out another involuntary groan, and then promptly resumed licking your folds.

A stray hand had removed itself from one of your thighs and was now travelling up your torso, making its home on your breast. Dewey kneaded it in his large palm, caressing every millimeter until finally taking ahold of your nipple. He pinched, teased, and rolled it between his fingers.

Oh god, he was good. Too good. Good enough to make you melt around him as he ate and squeezed and claimed what should’ve been his years ago.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked huskily, finding the willpower to pull himself from between your legs. You managed to squeak out an ‘Mhm’, still reeling from the overstimulation.

You didn’t even have the wits about you to realize Dewey had already removed his jeans, a thin layer of cotton boxers now the only thing separating the two of you. Your heart was caught in your throat.

He crawled back up to meet your lips, one hand moving downward to your clit while the other cupped the side of your face gently. That was an interesting trait Dewey possessed; he could be rough and soft all at once. The side effects of his method, for you at least, were utterly dizzying.

You could feel the pressure building within you, the rhythm against your clit varying. He knew how to read you, instinctively sensing when to slow or quicken his pace.

After a few minutes, you felt a familiar sensation that travelled from head to toe. “Dew, I’m gonna—” Dewey met your cry with another attack on your collarbone, this time making sure to nibble love bites onto you. You wanted to be his, and now you’d have the marks to prove it.

His pace was not letting up. In a matter of seconds everything���his attention to your clit, his other hand gripping your side for stability, his breathing hot and ragged so close to your ear—became too much.

You felt the release of orgasm wash over you, and you gripped Dewey’s shoulders as you squirmed underneath him. He didn’t let up, the circular motion of his digits continuing as you rode out your climax. Dewey had stopped his effort to give you hickeys only to watch the look of contentedness break out across your face.

It was better than anything you had experienced at the hands of someone else. And here you thought you were the only person who could make you cum that hard.

As you caught your breath, you saw a self-satisfied smile spread across his face as he continued to straddle you. The pressure of his weight felt oddly comforting to you.

“What?” you asked, snapping right back into your old, snarky rapport.

He shrugged. “I did tell you I was good with my hands, didn’t I?” he joked, his fingers nimbly teasing one of your nipples again as you gasped with pleasure. You hadn’t even had close to enough, however.

“Finn, if you don’t shut up and fuck me, I swear to god—”

“Shh, shh, shh, hey,” he cooed, pushing his dark locks aside as he wiped sweat from his brow, “All in good time, huh, dollface? I’ve been waiting for this for years. It’d be a shame if we didn’t both savor this, don’t ya think?” You groaned, a smirk creeping onto your face.

It was going to be a long night.

*****

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Seeing the tour sparked an idea …

NSFW, mostly PWP. Beetlejuice x Dewey Finn x gen neutral reader!

Both the Bman and Dewey are Collette-flavored.

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[rewritethisstxry]

Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

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What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

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Alpha/Omega dynamics

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Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

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Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

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Welcome

My name is Kaylin, I'm 19, and I'm in love with Ethan Landry. I love to read, write, and bake. I'm bisexual and single.

This is pretty much just my rules and fandoms. My masterlists for different fandom's will be on this page. This is mostly a smut blog. Minors DNI. If anyone needs someone to vent to, message me. I'm here.

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I WANNA START WRITING ON HERE PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS FOR DEWEY FINN (MOVIE OR MUSICAL) OR BEETLEJUICE (PREFERABLY MUSICAL BUT MOVIE AND CARTOONS FINE TOO)

im fine w nsfw im not good at writing it though lmao but if you suggest it id prefer it to be female x male or gender neutral x male im not homophobic i just think its weird for a girl to write gay smut 😧

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I just started following your blog and I’m IN LOVE WITH IT❤️❤️❤️ You think you could do a HC of Dewey being a total ass man 👀👀and loving the readers ass? Slaps/gropes as he walks past, fucking from behind, or even cute shit like sliding his hands down her pants to warm his hands up THIS IS ME BEGGING FOR IT PLEASE

Thank you soooo much for your compliments!!! i’m so happy you enjoy my blog!!😍❤️🙏🏻 now- down to business!

Anyway whoops I’m a sinner and I like it 😫🙏🏻❤️🔥

Dewey is most DEFINITELY an ass man. Are we kidding? He’s the ultimate ass man. Always has been, always will be. Screw trying to lose weight cause you think your thighs are too fat or feeling ashamed cause you feel like your ass is too big. Dewey loves it. He adores it. He worships your round, soft, perfect butt in every inch of its glory.

Like anything, it started off pretty innocently. One day you wore a pair of particularly tight jeans and, when you walked in the room, you greeted him with a simple “Hey, goodmorning dew” .....He turns to you and before he can finish saying “Goodmorn-” he gets a good look and his jaw almost falls to the floor. You give him a slightly confused look but think he’s just...well, being Dewey. So you walk away and all he can do is mutter a quiet, slow, drawn out, pained “Fuuuck me-” as he really gets a look at how perfectly the jeans cling to your ass as you walk away....and he groans under his breath as he feels his trousers tightening around him.

Once you guys start dating? Oh boy. He is ready for it. Expect him to find any excuse, any!, to reach over and touch your ass. Pretending to check if you have a stain on your pants. Swatting at immaginary flies. Acting like he wanted to place his hand on your lower back but whoops, he slipped. You laugh it off because it’s adorable how obvious his butt fixation is.

Usually, he does something like asking for a hug and then notsosubtly sliding his hands down, hiding them inside your pockets and keeping them still for a second.... before taking two handfulls of your cheeks and squeezing as hard as possible, pulling you flush against him and groaning because fuck it feels so good. The first couple of times he does it, you pretend to be shocked and almost offended.... but secretly, you love it. Of course. So much so, that you oddly start asking for a lot of hugs.....

In the wintertime, as soon as he gets home he takes off his jacket and shoes and immediately comes looking for you, cupping his hands over his mouth and blowing on them to warm them up. “Babe....babeeee i’m so cold,” he’ll whine, coming closer. You already know what’s coming and you warn him “Dewey don’t you dare - you know I hate cold hands!!!” “I won’t dooo ittt,” he complains, inching closer with his arms outstretched “Come onnn, pleaaase just come here, I just want a hug.... please....” He looks so adorable, his cheeks flustered red from the cold and his hair all messed up from the wind (sometimes he’ll pretend to shiver a bit just for good measure) and you fall for it every single time. “Okay, whatever, come here....” He hugs you and you hold him tightly.... right before he slides his hands down your back and straight under your jeans, covering your butt with his ice cold hands. “DEWEY!!!!!” You yell and try to swat him away, but he’s a big fluffy bear and won’t let you go. You give up pretty easily and sigh in defeat. He just sighs back contentedly and snuggles his head in the crook of your neck. You try to stay mad at him: “i fucking hate you” no you don’t. “i knew you were gonna do it” yes you did. “God i hate it when you do this.” No, not really. It takes you about 15more seconds to snuggle back.

Now for the sexy times!

The first time you have sex, Dewey’s really turned on and wants you so badly. You pull at each other’s clothes, trying to get naked as quickly as possible. You manage to strip down to your underwear. You stumble on the bed, kissing and groping at one another. Dewey grabs your hips, moaning in pleasure at how soft they feel, and pulls you to him, thrusting his hips into you. He’s devouring your mouth, licking and biting. You tighten your grip on him, wrapping your legs around his waist, but suddenly he pulls away. “What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, panting. “Did I do something?” He shakes his head, too excited to speak properly. Instead, he reaches down to cup your ass and squeezes your cheeks, kissing you roughly while grinding into you again and pulling on your soft flesh. You moan out in pleasure, but he doesn’t seem satisfied. “W-what’s the matter, dew?” He pulls back, eyes half closed. “...P-please...c-can you....” he squeezes your butt again, this time moving his hands on your waist to try and show you to turn around, “...I want....P-please,” he whines. You understand immediately and nod eagerly, even more turned on by how needy he’s being. You lunge forward and kiss him roughly, sliding your tongue in his mouth and pressing yourself against his strained underwear. Then you break the contact and turn on your side. He almost cries out with happiness. He’s immediately behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you as flush as possible against himself. Immediately his hands start roaming everywhere, gliding up and down to grope your breasts, grabbing your stomach, gripping your thighs...Meanwhile he kisses and bites your neck, your shoulders, your earlobes, all while whispering in your ear, “Oh God, yes....yes....thank you...oh fuck, yes...” You arch your back and throw your head back, loving every second of it.

Then his hands slide down and pull your panties off. He does the same with his own boxers and you immediately feel his erection pressing against your lower back. He grabs your waist, positioning you before grinding himself between your buttcheeks. He moans out so loudly you think he’s going to cum then and there. But he’s just getting started.....And after a few more rough dry humps, he places himself and enters you. His fingers grip your ass so hard you’re certain they’ll leave a bruise...... but you don’t fucking care because it feels so Goddamn amazing. He catches a long, drawn out breath and stands perfectly still for a moment before taking your hips and starting to thrust in you. You cry out and he gasps, biting down on your shoulder before starting to set a rhythm. “Fuck....yes....oh baby, just like that, yes....” “Oh God Dewey, don’t stop.... please....ah!....fuck, yes....” You both lose it for how good it feels.

It feels incredible, and you think he couldn’t make it better if he tried.... but after a while, he gets up and turns you around to fuck you doggy style and Goddamn, if you thought you were seeing stars before, it was nothing compared to this. He switches paces, slowing down when he feels you’re close and speeding back up when he wants to edge you back on. All you can do is clutch the blankets and bite the pillow, moaning loudly and begging him for more every time he moves into you.

Also, once you let him know how much you like it and ask for more? Expect lots of spanking, groping, and yes, bite marks all across your ass.

He loves it, and the fact that you love it even more sends him off the damn rails.

Imagine coming home after a girl’s night out and finding him in front of the TV, bored, waiting for you to come home...So you decide to reward him for being such a good boy and you just strut over, ask him what he’s watching, and then innocently ask if you can take a seat before casually sitting right on his lap and obviously starting to rotate your hips and grind your ass into his lap oh so slowly. Poor dude might have been feeling sleepy but as soon as you do that you can bet he’ll be wide awake because holy fuck you’re so hot straddling him with your dress rising up everytime you move and your soft ass rubbing against him in just the perfect way.... If you really wanna see him go crazy, reach back, grab his hands, place them on your hips and then turn to him with a long, meaningful look in your eyes and a little wink. You’re in for some of the best sex of your life. Go on. Do it. I fucking dare you.

You’re not walking straight for two days after this.

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[softbeej]

Okay, okay, hear me out. Sending Dewey some saucy pics while he’s at work with captions like “miss you” or “thinking about you” and the fun you’d have once be got home, pent up from you teasing him all day and unimaginable aroused.

- u roll over to cuddle dewey and find him just. not there

- his side of the bed is cold too so he must of been gone for a while

- u find ur phone, sending him a quick snapchat of u pouting w the caption “wya b 😔”

- he sends one back immediately, an awkwardly angled under the desk selfie, “got called in for an emergency meeting be home by 12 i PROMISE”

- that means 4 hours to kill without him, so u decided to have some fun with him

- you send back another pic, lifting up the covers and snapping a pic of ur bare thighs and underwear, “hurry backkk i miss you”

- and send another after that, just one of you with ur hand slipped into the waistband of ur underwear

- he replies within seconds, no pic, just a message: stop teasing.

- you sent another, just a bra pic, “you sure?”

- another message from him: fuck, y/n, you do not know what you’re doing to me

- you send back a bare tit pic with a 😘😉

- he takes a few minutes to reply, and you start thinking he’s turned his phone off

- so u put it back on ur bedside table, and snuggle into bed again

- then it buzzes, another snap from dewey

- a dick pic. he was obviously in the toilet, hard cock in hand, “look what you’ve done, i’ll be home in 10🥵”

- u felt accomplished and waited for his return

[beetlebitchywitch]

Dissonant Notes, Part 3

Guys, I was messaging @scribblepigeon, and if you know anything about Pidge, it’s that they are FANTASTIC to bounce ideas off of and I literally cannot restrain myself from writing Part 3, despite the fact that I LITERALLY just posted Part 2. I’m a college student who can’t sleep because of caffeine, sue me. 

WARNING: LIL SMUTTY. This will have some smut towards the end, but nothign major!

Part 1 Part 2

It’d been 3 months since that first night with Dewey, and you couldn’t imagine being any happier. Your relationship has been a major source of light in your life, and your students have noticed- you’re happier in class because you get to see Dewey every day, sharing hidden kisses in abandoned corridors, holding hands during lunch, and, on occasion, letting Dewey serenade you in the music room, his performances always as outlandish as he is and never failing to make you laugh. You could not be more grateful for Dewey and how much fun and love he’s brought into your life.

You could, however, stand to show him a little more.

And so, you got to work. You spent late night after late night practicing, praying, and debating selling your soul to the Devil in order to be ready for him. You wanted him to know how much you appreciated him, and you couldn’t see any better way to do it. 

Your weekly Friday Date Night arrived sooner than you thought it would, and with it, all the nerves that had been building were about to boil over. Fuck, you couldn’t do this, you were just gonna fuck it up and Dewey would laugh at you and-

No. You stopped yourself before you prattled on, taking a deep, steadying breath. Even if you’re awful, Dewey won’t mind. You were awful before, and he’s still here. This is for Dewey- focus on him. 

When the tell-tale knock rang through your apartment, your nerves had been sufficiently calmed, though seeing his smiling face made butterflies swarm in your stomach. Without a word, Dewey swept into your apartment and took you in his arms, dipping you and planting a long, slow kiss on your lips. 

“Woah there, Casanova,” you chuckled as he brought you back onto your feet. “What was that all about?”

“You just looked exceptionally gorgeous today,” he answered with a shrug.

“You said that yesterday.”

“Your point?” 

You snorted, taking him by the hand to drag him to the couch, resting your legs over his lap. 

“How was the rest of your day, babe?” you asked, hoping a bit of small talk would distract you from your growing nervousness. 

“Oh it was alright, the kids and I were working on a new song and Katie was having some issues with her part, not to mention Zack broke a string on his accoustic aaaaaand I’m rambling,” he laughed, shaking his head. “How about you, what’ve you been up to on your day off?” 

“Well...funny you should mention that,” you said shyly, leaning down to pick up the guitar Dewey bought you for you birthday from under the couch. In case you ever need an emergency guitar! he’d said, not at all explaining what need anyone would have for an “emergency guitar”. Still, you appreciated the gift all the same, especially now. “I’ve been working on something. Care to hear it?”

Looking at you curiously, Dewey nodded, moving to a cross-legged position so he could face you. You took a deep breath, sending him a small smile before you began to play. 

You’d come a long way from the first time you’d ever even touched a guitar. That whining, dissonant noise has been replaced with a fairly pleasant chord progression. You stumbled, of course, as you always do, a few chords coming out wonky, but you simply focused on getting your fingers where they were supposed to be. This was for Dewey- you could do this. 

You wouldn’t dare look at Dewey lest you mess up your finger placement, so you didn’t get to see the look on his face as you began to sing.

Your love is my turning page...only the sweetest words remain...

Every kiss is a cursive line...every touch is a redefining phrase...

You heard a sharp intake of breath, but didn’t let it distract you from your song. Your voice was soft, a bit breathy if you were being honest, but not at all unpleasant. By the end of the song, your throat hurt a bit, and your fingers were sore from strumming, but your feelings for Dewey swelled in your heart and kept you going to the very end. You ended your song with one final strum, your final chord coming out just a bit wrong, causing you to curse under your breath. Your face was burning red and you couldn’t even look at him- you’d messed up so many times and you couldn’t even get that last chord right, and you were so embarrassed that you’d done it all in front of your rock star boyfriend. 

“Dammit, I’m sorry Dew. That chord really doesn’t like me, I’ve tried so hard but I just can’t get the finger placement righ-mmph!” Your spiel was interrupted by Dewey’s insistent kiss, his hands pushing your guitar off to the side before wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. His lips were firm and warm against yours, as were his hands at your hips, and you felt yourself melt into his arms as you returned his kiss. He pulled away with a pop, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you in wonder. “Dew what was tha-?”

“That was so hot, oh my God,” he groaned, leaning in for another hard kiss. “You worked so hard and you sounded so gorgeous Jesus Christ I fucking love you.”

You giggled as he pressed tiny kisses all over your face, pulling you all the way into his lap as he lavished you with affection. 

“Dewey, I literally fucked up so many times. My stupid hands could barely get the chords right!” you said between laughs, your self-conscious tone still managing to shine through. Dewey groaned and grabbed your hands, pressing even more kisses to your sore fingertips.

“Don’t you dare insult these magical little babies,” he insisted, rubbing your palms with his thumbs. “So fucking beautiful, Y/N, you have no idea-”

He leaned back in for another kiss, this time intent on taking his time. He slowly slid his hands up your back, holding you close as he laved his tongue over your lower lip. You groaned against him, running your hands down his chest to fist them in his sweater. The air around you two was suddenly much warmer, and Dewey was so firm against you, and you were suddenly very aware of a bulge growing harder in his pants and pressing against your ass. You chuckled against his lips, pulling away to shoot him a salacious grin.

“Are those drumsticks in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” you drawled. He laughed darkly against your lips, using his firm grip on your hips to drag your forward, bucking up against you with a groan. 

“You tell me,” he retorted, shooting you a knowing look. “Y/N...Jesus Christ, I want you so bad...” 

“Well then...show me.”

And oh, the callback to that first night together was enough to pull a growl from deep in Dewey’s chest as he picked you up and pressed you into the couch cushions, hovering over you with that goddamn smirk pulling at his lips that told you just what kind of night you were in for. 

“That, sweetheart, is music to my ears.”

I think that’s it guys! Thank you so much for being interested in this little story, I hope that it was all you guys hoped it would be!

[anawfullotofrunning]

Dewey having a wet dream and s/o wakes him up with a bj

- okay so I’m not comfortable with bjs so imma change it slightly

- also @/skudenfrudie on twitter helped muchly with this!

- youre sleeping next to dew and u wake up before he does in the morning

- he’s making these sweet little sounds and his hips are stirring under the blankets

- you think he’s having a nightmare and so you snuggle up to him and wrap your arms around him

- as you do though, he lets out a rather lewd sound

- he’s still asleep and he’s hot so he kicks off his blanket and the sheet is clinging to him so much that it is revealing that he’s got very clear erection

- you can see that he’s clearly having a crazy good dream and so you think that you should help him out a bit

- you and Dewey have discussed this in the past and he’s totally okay with you waking him up by getting him off

- you’re hesitant, just watching him moaning and writhing and then... he moans your name in his sleep and that’s all you need

- your hands slide under the sheet and over his boxers, palming at his cock gently

- this gets more gasps and you can see the enjoyment in his face

- your hand slides under his boxers and you can feel how hard he his so you start to jerk him off

- Deweys face is lost in pleasure but he’s still asleep so you increase the speed to wake him up quicker

- you rub your thumb against his head and suddenly he jolts awake, his breath hitiching in his throat

- his voice is rough and groggy “morning...” he looks down at you with a grin as if too give you the go ahead

- “this is totally the best part about waking up” he says

- “oh Dew, I’ve barley even started...”

[bug-beveridge]

I’M BACK

and full of inspirationnn

send me your kinkiest, wildest (or fluffiest) fic requests and I’ll get around to all of them eventually!

[lovebugbeej]

im absolutely in love with your content ugh yes Can I request some Dewey x reader smut? The fandoms considering it canon that Dew is into vanilla, but write it however you want

thank u angel 🥺🥺

- i have to agree,, dewey is soft vanilla baby

- he likes to be super gentle with you and take his time making sure you feel loved

- the entire act is so vulnerable and intimate

- he takes his time leaving you kisses everywhere n telling you how beautiful you are

- hc that he likes when you ride him so he can just look at you n think about how much he loves you 🥺

- you’re always worried about making him feel good n he’s always worried about making you feel good so it’s just a cycle of giving

- afterwards you’re both just all cuddled up next to each other

- dewey gives the best aftercare no i do not take criticism

[heresathreebee]

Kinktober Day 12 FORMAL WEAR/ BODY WORSHIP

Dewey Finn x Reader smut

Tags: 18+ | 1.7k words | you're engaged, small angst, bad joke, self consciousness, male body worship, so many kisses guys, lipstick smears, unprotected sex, pulling out

AN: I fucking got so far into this and said “WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T I DO BEETLEJUICE FOR THIS”

You never expected to see the day. Dewey Finn in shorts made for a child's uniform? Sure. Dewey Finn in a band t-shirt and old jeans? Duh. You had accepted his engagement proposal fully aware that he would probably meet you at the altar in a zipper hoodie and sneakers. 

And yet here he is before your very eyes at a fancy dinner to celebrate Ms. Mullins' award in genuine black tie wear. Every time you look away from him, you feel like you simply imagined it, but then you turn back and see him and he's actually wearing a nice, fitted black and white suit and tie. 

"Are you ok?" Dewey tried to measure your temperature by putting the back of his hand to your forehead, smiling. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

You chirp, "Have you seen what you're wearing? I think hell is freezing over." 

You gesture with your glass of wine at his attire and he smirks. "Ooooh, your original home is cold! Do you want my jacket, babe?" 

"Fuuuuck yooouuu, Finn," you stage-whisper. 

Dewey spreads his arms out wide. "You are more than welcome to! You put a ring on it after all."  

Someone cleared their throat and you jumped– caught under the watchful eye of Rose Mullins herself. You sputtered an apology and dragged Dewey over to Ned Schneebly so he would have someone to keep him somewhat appropriate while you talk to other teachers from your school. 

A couple hours later you overhear a tipsy conversation they're having. "I can't believe you wore an actual suit! It looks good on you, man." 

Dewey blew a raspberry. "Come on, this is so not me, Ned! I mean look at me, man– I used to be somebody. A rockstar on the rise and now I'm in a real relationship with a teaching gig and soon to be married.

"Can you imagine? Me! Married! I'm falling apart," you hear him say. 

Ned scoffs loudly. "What are you talking about, man? You've got so much good going on!" 

"I know, it's crazy!" 

You're… well, you're not sure how to interpret Dewey's revelations. And you had your back to each other so he probably doesn't even know you heard him. The more you get to thinking about it the more angry and nervous you become. 

Did Dewey not want to be marrying you? But he asked! 

Was it just out of obligation? Was he just afraid that if he didn't, you would leave him? You thought he loved you and his job but it sounded like he was complaining… 

You let it boil and simmer for the rest of the night, ignoring him when he asked you questions and not responding to his attempts to joke around. You made him drive so you could attempt to sleep and see if that made you feel better, but all it did was give you a nightmare about being 50 and miserably married. 

"Hey," Dewey pokes you in the ribs after you both got out of the car, "what's gotten into you?" 

You ignored him all the way up to your bedroom while he fired off at the mouth as per usual. By the time you reached the bedroom he had exhausted his supply of gags and called your name worriedly. 

"Hey, seriously: what's wrong?" 

You plop yourself on the end of the bed to take your shoes off, clearly pouting despite your efforts. "Nothing." 

Dewey hums. "Oh it's nothing, that's why you've been avoiding me all night." 

"Just drop it, Dew, I'm not in the mood." 

"I can't!" You glare at him and he flounders around for words until: "babe if I leave it, you're not going to want to talk about it at all, and then the next time we have an argument, it's gonna come back with a vengeance." 

… ok, so you did do that once or twice before…

Dewey waited. “Ok? What did you hear?” 

You sigh and flop your head on your pillows, earrings in hand and feet aching. "I just… I heard you…" 

“Marriage isn’t you.” You glared at him. ‘You told Ned marriage wasn’t ‘you.’ So what, I’m a burden now?” 

“H-wha-hat?,” Dewey laughed, “what are you talking about? AAAH–” 

Dewey ducked as a shoe flew at him. “What? What??” 

“Dewey Finn, if you don’t want to marry me, why did you freaking propose?” 

All of the goofiness was sapped out of the air. Dewey’s face dropped and he really looked at you now. He sighed and kicked his shoes off and sat on your side of the bed, somber. 

“I don’t know how to tell you I love you more than I already have,” he starts, then back peddles. “What I mean is… babe, what you heard was just a joke.” 

He looks to you and freezes under your deeply unamused stare. “Uh… Ned didn’t find it funny either, soooo I guess you could say it was in pretty poor taste. 

“Listen babe,” Dewey scoots closer and takes your hand. “You’re on the right track: if I didn’t want to marry you, I wouldn’t be! But I am so, you know, I do! I love you, babe, honestly.” 

He turns his head and gives you big puppy dog eyes. “I just… I just…” 

Being cute was easier than being real. Dewey plants fat, wet kisses on the back of your hand. He sighs and makes you scoot over to lay down on the bed next to you. “I don’t know why I… I guess I just never imagined anybody would want to shackle themselves to a guy who looks like me. Or even the other way around– I never imagined I’d be the type of guy to settle down, you know?” 

You hadn't considered it before. Sometimes people who rail against 'the institution of marriage' are also people who never got the chance to believe they could love or be loved that way… hang on– 

A thought interrupted you– "I thought you said 'who could love a guy like me.' What's this about 'who could love a guy who looks like me' business?" 

You look at him for an answer and he raises an eyebrow at you. He thinks you're not serious but when you don't back track he scoffs. Dewey shows you what he means by patting his belly firmly and making it jiggle. 

"I guess I didn't realize you were self conscious about that," you wondered aloud. 

"I am not," he pouts. "I'm fat, that's all. Nobody wants a fat guy if they can help it or– or do better." 

You shrug. "Ok so you're fat– it's not a bad word. It doesn't have to be a bad word. And I can assure you, this?" You pat his stomach. "This is very good to me." 

That's how you end up with him trembling that night, hands balled into fists at his side trying to obey your no touch command and covered in hickeys and love bites. 

It took an hour to undress him fully because for every piece of cloth you removed from his body you showered him in kisses and praise, announcing all your favorite things about him. He felt silly when you were fiddling with his bowtie, but his arousal skyrocketed with every brush of your hand over what piece you would take next and what you would say next. 

It was embarrassing. It was sexy. And it filled him to the brim with warmth at how passionate you are about him and his body. It's not a 'despite your flaws' kind of love, it's included. 

He's laying on his back and naked when you finally come back to worshipping his belly. His hard member is so close but you ignore it in favor of peppering his pooch with refreshed lipstick. Dewey has to put his hands up by his head to stop himself from stopping you. 

It's like it stings. It stings to have anyone openly notice his stomach but to know you do it out of love, your own arousal and interest, that sting is accompanied by a deep pleasure. 

"Please, please," Dewey swallows, "stop teasing, baby, please." 

"Since you asked so nicely…" 

You were planning to suck his dick but you're dripping and you need him just as much as he needs you right now. You fit your thighs on the outside of his, almost getting bucked off balance as he realizes oh shit, you're really done teasing and you sink down onto him with a gratuitous sigh. 

When your hips are pressed flush together, Dewey rocks his to feel something– anything. It's like you were made for each other. He's not going to last and frankly neither are you. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass and push and pull to get you to work. 

"Come on baby," he says. "It's all yours. Take it." 

God he looks like a dream. You start to ride him at a steady pace and watch his eyes flutter for a moment. His hair's a fluffy mess, lip swollen from being bitten, stomach arms and chest littered with lipstick marks. It's not long before he's glistening with sweat and his hips are meeting yours to push you both closer to the edge. 

"M close," you grip his shoulders and ride him harder, "fuck! Dewey." 

"Almost…" Your fiancée catches your hips in a bruising grip to gain back some of the control. He knows when you come you'll slam back down and he'll have no choice but to come inside you. He pulls you towards him, making you bend and he captures a nipple in his mouth and drives his hips up, up, up until he feels you clamp down with a scream. 

You're too much and he barely pulls out before he's coming too. His pearly ejaculate paints your lower lips, your ass, and the last of it paints his own stomach. 

You're panting together in the moonlight, hugging each other fiercely to try and make the moment last just a little longer. In this crazy, fucked up world you managed to find your person and god help the world you should ever be parted again. 

[geeky-marie]

The little lie

Part 2 of Good luck charm

Dewey Finn x Reader

School of Rock :The musical

Warning : Smut, Fluff

N/A: Here my first attempt since a long time to write smut. I think i’m a little bit rusty so please be nice with my feeling. Comment if you want another of maybe send me a request I will try my best !

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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The soft music of Dewey playing guitar for himself was filling the small apartment and put a smile on your lips.

Hide in the small bathroom of the man flat, the water of the shower running for giving the illusion. You look yourself in the mirror, passing one last time your hands on the side of the grey mini skirt and adjusting the tie.

Two weeks had passed since the show where you had to put Dewey’s uniform and the occasion to wear it again didn’t really happen yet. In fact, that night, it’s almost if you reach the bed before Dewey show you how grateful he was for what you did.

It was now time for you to remind him how his girl was hot in the color of Horace Green and how much you can rock is world.

Stopping the water,you step outside, passing the kitchen for reaching the living room. There, sitting on the couch, head down on his guitar, is fingers gently brushing the strings, your boyfriend was lost in his head, humming a song you never heard.

“ Mister Finn, is that a new song for the School of Rock I hear ?” You said, making your way into the room. 

“ Well I’m not sure yet, it’s like if it doesn't... Did you call me Mister Finn ?“ Dewey say, still focus on the sheet in front of him before lifting his eyes to face you “ Holy Shit !” 

The expression of his face shift in an instant. Swallowing hard is saliva, you could see his gaze become darker, passing from your leg to the skirt to your mid-open shirt, to the tie half hiding your bra to your mouth. Pushing with precaution the guitar aside, you climb on his knees, your skirt rolling up on your hips .

“ Class is over “ You playfully tell, a marvelous smile on your lips. 

“ I think I never wanted more than now to be the teacher's pet “ Dewey answer, grabbing your ass, pressing your cheeks in his rough hand.  

Smiling against his mouth, you lightly bite his bottom lip. 

“ What’s happened to mister stick it to the man ?” You joked. 

“ Oh shut up “ He growl, finding his way into your laced panties. Starting to rub your clit with his fingers, you feel his mouth gently kiss and suck the skin of your breast.  

Closing your eyes,your hands grabbing and stretching is band t-shirt. You heard yourself moaning, your hips moving to giving him better access. Cupping your vagina with his whole hand, giving no rest to your sensible clit, Dewey watch you enjoy his delicious torture, admiring every little expression of pleasure passing on your face. Feeling his finger leave your small button even for an instant, you open your eyes.    

“ Ple...please“ You beg, trying to trap his hand between your legs. 

“ Please what ?” Dewey ask, the smirk on his lips letting you know that he was taking a true joy to make you beg. 

“ Make me cum...I’m so close” You moan, biting your own lips “ Don’t be a brat” 

“ Me, being a brat !?” He laughs, falsely offend, pushing his two fingers into you entrance and adopting an already good pace. “ I just enjoy the show you give me “ 

You didn’t stay at the edge for long. Feeling his fingers pumping you and your overstimulated clit press against the fabric, you reach your first orgasm in an instant.  

Letting you regain your breath, it didn’t take long after that to discard the clothes of Dewey and throw your wet panties across the room. Still, your attempt to remove the, now, too warm uniform meet a firm opposition.

“ Keep it “ Dewey order, making pop some of the button of the white shirt. 

The man isn’t usually the kind who giving order in bed, but, right now, you frankly love it. 

“ I should have bought one a long time ago” You joke, kissing the crock of his neck, feeling the tips of his cock brushing against your wet hole.          

“I think it’s not the uniform in itself, it's the fact that you wear it. You wear my clothes in front of all this crowd, showing them that you are mine, entirely mine.” Dewey possessively confess, his voice deeper by the desire. Biting you shoulder and leaving a mark like for support his affirmation, he then buried himself in you, making you cry of joy. 

“ Yes, I'm Yours “ You respond, moving your hips as you start riding him, his hands guiding you to find the best rhythm for both of you. 

The first part of the stitches burst when the cock of Dewey found your G-spot, making your back arc and you heart skip a beat. The sensation, so good, make you stop on track and pant for several minutes before he take things in hands and bump against it again and again, glad of his little discover.

“ Come for me baby...make me hear the sweet music of you coming“ The musician say, pushing one last time on you special spot, making you reach your second orgasm and see stars. 

The rest of the sewing busting, was maybe due to the change of position. Or maybe the way Dewey grab both you boobs and the shirt while fucking you from behind. But to be fair, you were already too busy to notice the stitches. 

Breathing heavily against you neck, moaning your name like a prayer. His full length was stretching you, making your brain think at only one thing : him. Him, telling you how freaking sexy you are and how it was so good to being in you. Him, at the edge, making slap his skin against yours, making you moaning and grip the couch fabric. Him, Dewey Finn, coming at the same time as you, wrapping his strong arms around you to be sure you stay with him during this wonderful moment.

It was only after, when you were both lazily resting on the couch that he realize the sad fate of the uniform. 

“ Well, it’s true that we didn’t go easy on this poor uniform” Dewey laugh, helping you to remove the way to big coat. 

“ That’s not funny Dew, Billy will be so sad, look what we have done to his work, it have holes in it now. “ You complain, watching the torn material of the shirt you just removed. “ I will tell him that i’m sorry, it was an accident” 

“ You will tell to a young boy that you had sex with his teacher in the uniform he help you to adjust ?” Dewey laugh “ No, Y/N let me explain it to Billy, yes it was an accident but I will find something…a little lie” 

“ I don’t like the idea of lying to one of your students, but it’s true that we can tell him…” You admit.’ But now we don’t have the uniform either, I through you like it too because of what you said” 

Shifting his weight to being on top of you, he softly smile, laughing a little. 

“ I love you. Yes seeing you in my concert clothes was exciting, but holy shit, you’re mine and something it’s hard for me to understand it “ He reveal, kissing your lips” I didn’t know I could be possessive of somebody before you…but you know, maybe you could just wear my t-shirt often or…my shirt” 

Smiling, you reach is lips. 

“ I love you too and I will love wearing your clothes again “ You tell, kissing his mouth” But I have to concede I will miss the uniform or maybe it’s only you giving me order in bed” You finally joke. 

Laughing, Dewey lay down at you side, wrapping his arms around you. 

“ Don’t worry, I will ask Billy to design you one. You are sexy as hell in that thing.” 

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[softbeej]

i once heard something about like?? guys being so into giving oral that they come??? and if that isn’t dewey idk what is

- “fuck! dewey!”

- he kept lapping, kissing and licking you as u moaned

- “cum for me, baby, cum for me”

- you moan loudly as you run ur hands thru his hair as he eats u out thru ur orgasm

- he pulls back once youve cum

- his face is absolutely WET with ur cum and he’s all blushed with this lopsided smile on his face

- “that feel good, huh, baby?”

- ur still breathless “y-yeah, dewey, fuck”

- u start snaking ur hand down his pants

- “your turn now?”

- “i uh- i came already...”

- he’s blushing so hard

- “you already came?”

- he giggles “yeah... it was just so hot! i came! in my pants”

- probably fucks u anyway tbh