Hey lovelies, it's me ! and here I deliver to you a graphic fanfiction which includes Diper Pines And Pacifica Northwest. I shall also include some mystery's and suspense. So without further ado, hope you enjoy my story and remember to leave a positive comment or critique.
17 year old Dipper Pines, looked over the map for the forth time again. Sighing he took off his cap and ran a hand through his hair.
"What's wrong?" Whispered a seductive voice in his ear. Dipper stiffened in his chair as he heard the unexpected voice. Turning his head he looked over and saw Pacifica Northwest. He let out a breath of relief.
"Oh, it's you." He said, looking back at the map. Pacifica rolled her eyes and closed his journal, making a soft thump.
"Hey!" Dipper said loudly, but not in a yelling voice.
Pacifica smirked and snatched the journal, putting it behind her back. This caused Dipper to get up and attempt to pry it from her hands. He didn't exceed, but he did endup backing Pacifica against the wall.
"Come on, Pacifica. Just give it to me." He pleaded. Pacifica looked him in the eye.
"Get on your knees then, Dipper. And then maybe i'll give your oh-so-precious journal back to you." She said, tilting her head slightly.
A thought formed in Dipper's mind and obediently he went on his knees, with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "What are you-?" Asked Pacifica, before she bit her lip at Dipper's touch. She was wearing a short dark purple lace dress with black heels and a matching black and silver belt. She wasn't wearing any leggings which left her now long legs exposed. Dipper ran his hands along her thighs, reaching a bit higher with each stroke. "Dipper..." Pacifica said softly, resting her head against the wall. Dipper's hands reached to her hips, fingers hooking around the straps of her black lace thong and pulling them down. Dipper felt his cock stiffen and rise. He licked his lips, and fingered her, first with his middle finger and then adding his index. Pacifica moaned softly, "Fuck, Dipper." She said, dropping the journal. Dipper slowly pulled out his fingers and stood up, licking the come off them.
Picking up the journal, Dipper placed it on the desk. In a swift movement he took off his shirt, exposing the muscle he obtained by running away and at monsters. As he neared Pacifica he said in a low voice,
"You know, I suddenly don't want the journal any more."
"You don't say." She breathed out.
Dipper placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up against the wall, kissing her. She wrapped her legs around him and Dipper carried her on his bed, for he and Mabel now had separate rooms in the house their parents bought when they moved to Gravity Falls, Oregon. He gently placed her down on the bed, he climbed in and started to unzip his pants- until a loud voice in the doorway spoke up.
Muahaha! Oh the suspense, who do you think the voice belongs to?...