#MBFD Series

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MBFD - Ch. 12: Promises For the Future

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, some praise, daddy kink, olfactophilia, hickies/bruising, oral sex (f receiving), domestic arguments, mentions of separation and divorce, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex

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A/N: Alright babies, this finale is coming up quick! Take in the angst while you can (;

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Betrayal is, unfortunately, a feeling you’re used to. You’ve been lied to before, cheated and used. Previous partners have done this to you, and it’s made you look like an absolute fool. It’s brought out the worst in you, too, doing whatever you can for some sense of redemption. And if you’re feeling particularly sensitive, you’ve fought for closure, too. But after you connected with David, you’d assumed all of that was finished. Surely he was too mature to play those games. But apparently, you were wrong. 

Feelings of sadness and regret are quite new to you. Cuddling up in your bed, you find it difficult to not give into these emotions. You really loved David, you gave him everything. Keeping your relationship a secret was nowhere near easy, it was the most difficult one you’d ever been in, when considering that. And now you’re wondering, was it all for nothing?

He hasn’t stopped messaging you. Call after call, text after text, until you inevitably put your phone on do not disturb.

Please talk to me

Nothing he could say to you right now will fix it, you’re just not in the right headspace to forgive him. And you really want to, but it’s hard when your pillow is wet with tears. Embarrassment runs cold through your veins, you feel like an absolute fool. Has he been doing this for your entire relationship? Has he just been lying to appease you?

Clearly, it was something you weren’t supposed to see. But at the end of the day, you’re glad you did. You’d rather know about this than continue to be strung along. 

His hands had run down her hips, cupping her ass with a little squeeze. And then, he landed a playful smack when she rubbed back against him, smiling. Immediately, your eyes widened, cheeks growing hot enough to bake the goddamn cupcakes you and Molly were making for cheer. Molly had gone to the bathroom upstairs, and you went up to grab your phone. And when you came back down, you saw Dave, smiling wide while touching his wife.

His wife.

They’re still married, only separated, and that makes you feel disgusted inside. Does this mean they’re getting back together?

As soon as David saw you at the bottom of the stairs, his hands couldn’t leave her body fast enough. Shock washed over his face as he gulped, with Carol turning in your direction, too. She smirked, turning to kiss David on the lips. And that made you furious, it was almost like she was trying to piss you off. Did she know about your interest in David? Had she seen you flirting? Possibly him, too?

The excuse you gave Molly was basic, but it’ll have to do for now. Period cramps, and she said she completely understood. You had planned on hanging out until the game, but decided to just meet her there later. And with that, you were in your Jeep and on your way home before Dave even had time to say a word.

What’s worse is that moments before all this, you were flirting. Carol wasn’t downstairs, it was just you, Molly, and her dad. While making the icing, you pulled the cheesy move of sucking some off your finger, which gave him such an easy boner. His ears went pink from trying to hide it, and you giggled. He was way too cute. 

But that entire moment faded into nothing when you saw just how much he was flirting with her. Considering the fact that he just took you on a four-day trip to Spain, you feel completely betrayed. You were under the impression that your relationship was fairly serious by now - he’s told you he loves you. He’s talked about living with you, being public with you. Were those just empty promises? 

After some time, your phone becomes quiet, the constant notifications coming to an end. Maybe he’s finally given up, accepted the fact that you’ll just have to talk at another time. 

Standing from your bed, you make your way into the kitchen. Water helps to calm your nerves, and so does the fluffy blanket on your couch. Lighting a candle, you then take a breath, resting for a beat. You need to get yourself together so you can go to the game without tears running down your cheeks. Within seconds, though, your front door is assaulted with aggressive knocks.

“David, go away.” Keeping the blanket around your shoulders, you open the door with a glare.

“Baby, please talk to me.” He’s out of breath, like he literally just ran over here. 

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

Turning, you move to close the door. Not only does he stop you from doing this, he steps inside. His palm presses firmly to the wood, pushing it back as he enters. And this movement forces you backward, watching as he closes the door behind him. 

“Baby, please.”

“Honestly, fuck off! You know what you did and you can’t take it back! I never thought I’d have to deal with this kind of shit from you.” 

“What shit?”

“You flirting with other women!”

“I wasn’t flirting with her!”

“Don’t lie to me! I saw it with my own eyes!” Snapping back at him, your eyes shoot daggers in his direction. It’s now that he can see just how red and puffy they are. 

“I wasn’t flirting with her!”

“Dave, you grabbed her fucking ass. And then slapped it!” Flailing your hands outward, you shrug. “What the fuck do you call that?!”

Pausing for a moment, he thinks, a look of sympathy falling over his face. “Baby, I’m sorry. It’s just, I didn’t -”

“Do you always do that when I’m not around? Are you even separated?”

“We are! And that’s not how we always act, that’s rare, actually.”

“Why does it happen at all?”

“Can you, can we just,” Turning, he gestures to the couch. “Can we just sit? Please?”

“No! I’m not listening to your bullshit excuses!” And with that, you turn, stomping off toward your room. 

Now, it’s his turn to get pissed. “Hey,” He says, walking after you. “I’m talking to you!” And the way he says it really gets to you; not necessarily shouting but stern.

Reaching forward, he snatches your wrist, stopping you in your tracks and pulling you back to him. The swiftness of your turn knocks the blanket from your shoulders, eyes staring up at him in shock.

“Don’t just walk away from me.” His voice is dark, expression firm and menacing. “There’s history there, alright? Comfortability, familiarity, and it doesn't happen often. I just, I got caught up in the moment. Caught up in… what my marriage used to be.” 

“Do you miss her?” Your question is instant, expression grim as you stare up at him. And truthfully, you’re fearful of his response. 

Brown eyes flicker back and forth between your own, a breath of defeat leaving him as he says, “Of course I do. And… you can’t blame me for that.”

It’s not at all what you want to hear, obviously. But a part of you feels you need to be mature about this, try to see things through his eyes. You’ve never been through what he’s experiencing.

Still holding your wrist, his fingers soften, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. “We’ve had so many years of marriage together, decades. There will always be a part of me that misses that, the good times…”

And you suppose you can understand that. Sometimes, you still miss the good memories with Anthony. Not the relationship, just the parts that made you smile. Which, in reality, were few and far between. 

“But I don’t miss our marriage now, I don’t miss the woman that she is. And I know there’s nothing I can do to go back to the way we used to be. That’s why we’re divorcing.” 

“Are you really, David?” Though your voice is softer than before, the anger beneath your attractive surface is still very much there. “Or… is this just a distraction?”

The question makes his face twist in both hurt and confusion. How could she think that?

“Baby,” Moving to grab both of your hands, David shakes his head. “No.”

“Because if you were to dump me just to go back to her, after everything we’ve been through, and after all the steps you’ve made to separate from her… I’d feel like a fucking idiot, David.” 

“There’s no going back on the decisions I’ve made with her, they’re final. We’ve told the girls, it’s done. Even if, for some reason, you and I weren’t together anymore, I wouldn’t go back to her.” And then he shrugs, head shaking lightly. “There’d be no reason to.”

“I want to believe you, that this isn’t something that happens often. But the fact that it was happening at all… it just puts a bad taste in my mouth.”

“I know it was wrong, I can’t explain it away and I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

“How often did that happen?”

Gulping, he thinks for a beat, shrugging. “Maybe a couple times. It, it genuinely wasn’t out of attraction. Just playfulness, familiarity.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. Decades of marriage and all that.” Rolling your eyes, you look away from him, unsure of what to make of this. “I mean, if there’s no future for us, what’s the point of this? Telling me you love me? That you want to live with me? Taking me on trips?”

“I do want a future for us! What don’t you understand?!”

“I don’t understand how you can fuck me and then smack your wife’s ass. That’s what I don’t understand. That doesn’t show me commitment.”

Huffing out a breath, David stares at you, his softness disappearing into thin air. His demeanor changes once again, stance shifting, straightening himself above you. 

“You want me to show you commitment?” Without giving you a chance to answer, he’s releasing your hands, dominant palm lifting to your throat. 

A gasp comes from your lips as he does it, forcing you back into a wall. And then he’s taking your other hand and yanking it down, guiding you to palm him through his pants. Breathily, David’s air fans across your face, grinding into your hand as he says, “Feel how fucking hard you make me? Huh? You think she can do that?”

His grip on your throat cuts off the slightest bit of oxygen, eyes blinking as you take this all in. He’s kissing your jawline and cheek, wet and sloppy lips dragging across your skin.

“You want me to show you how attracted I am to you? How much I love you? How badly I want you to be all mine?”

“David,” Choking, you lift your free hand to grab his wrist. 

“How about I bring you back, baby? Huh? Fuck you in the bed I shared with her, make you cum on the sheets. Is that what you want? To mark your territory?” 

How this conversation shifted so quickly is beyond you. But the idea he presents is definitely enticing, far more than it should be within your supposedly rational mind. Maybe that is what you need, to claim your territory, mark David as yours and yours alone. The remembrance of Carol’s smug face in the kitchen only serves to tempt you further. 

“I’ll put you in a house, baby. don’t you worry…” Running that curved nose along your cheek, he sighs contentedly. “I’ll take care of you. Come home to you, go to bed with you…” 

Eyes fluttering shut, you sigh, fingers now moving of their own accord. You squeeze him firmly through his pants, your own hips shifting to grind against his thigh. 

“A whole house, huh?” You tease with a playful smirk, and it makes him groan. “You’re gonna bring me back to yours? Fuck me in her bed?”

“Fuck yes.” Pressing his mouth to your own, David is delighted to hear your first, sultry moan. Opening your lips, his tongue explores inside, delicate at first. “God, baby.”

“I love how excited you are for me…”

“I love you, I promise I do.” Holding your face, he whines against you, already panting. “Baby, let me taste you. Let daddy lick between your legs, honey. I need it, I need it so bad.” 

“Yeah?” This is the David you know, the man absolutely obsessed with you, the man that crumbles for you, the man that’s devoted himself entirely to you. 

“I love you, I love you.”

Reverently, David leads you further back, hands exploring you, caressing and holding you. To think he could have lost this, and so quickly, so foolishly. Over her, a woman who no longer holds much meaning to him. For so long, David has made mistakes. He has created a world that only harbors deceit and misfortune. Through his career, his marriage, so much of his true self is hidden. But not with you, not anymore. 

“Think we can make this quick?” Turning your head, you find his neck, soft lips brushing against him.

“Yeah, baby. I’ll make this quick, lick you clean and then watch you get dressed. See you in that sexy little outfit, watch you cheer.” Lowering both hands, he fists your ass. 

Continuing to step back, he leads you into your living room, pushing you down onto the couch. The way you plop down with a huff makes him grin, already kneeling between your legs. 

“God, you’re so fucking pretty.” Leaning in, he kisses your covered skin, thick fingers digging into your waistband and pulling. In one go, everything is off, aided by the way you lift your hips for him.

“Baby…”

“You love me?” He asks, lips pressing to your naked inner thigh while you stare into those beautiful brown eyes.

“Yes.”

“Then that’s all that matters. I promise.” Shoving those broad hands beneath your ass, he grabs you, tilting your pelvis up toward him. “Now gimme this.”

It’s as soon as he sees the sight of you, the smell of you, that he’s hooked. David’s warm mouth envelopes your center in an instant, tongue licking up through your lips. Head lolling back onto the sofa, you sigh, relaxing against him. Easily, your fingers stroke through his flowing hair, feeling David’s head dip and roll as he tastes you. Both of his hands never leave your thighs and ass, massaging you as he continues. 

“Baby… you do it so good.”

Shoving his tongue between your legs, he licks at your walls, caressing them languidly while he moans. Your praise is everything he needs in this moment. It cradles him, reassures him.

“Just like that…”

“Fuck,” He seethes, eyes closed as he enjoys every piece of this moment. 

Swirling his tongue around your clit, David pants against you, missing your taste. He remembers when you’d give him your panties, how exciting it was for him to taste you on them, smell you on them. He wonders if you’ll do it for him again…

“Are you my little whore?” Jesus, sometimes this side of him came out of nowhere. “Yeah, your daddy’s fucking whore… only mine, baby. And I’m only yours.”

“David,” Arching your back, you cling to him, fingers curling into his hair. 

“Just stay still, baby. Stay still for me, let daddy lick your little fuck hole.”

“Oh my god.”

Pressing his tongue against your clitoris, he salivates at that tang of it, feeling your little bud throb beneath the hot, insistent muscle. His mouth then suctions to you, refusing to let you go.

“I need you,” He commands breathily, “I need you to cum for me, before we have to leave.” 

It’s daunting, the task of releasing so soon. It usually took you at least a handful of minutes, but right now, this needs to be fast. You can’t be late for this game, and he can’t be late to drive Molly. 

“Baby, I… I don’t know if -”

“Do it now, and I’ll be so happy.” He says it like it’s the only encouragement you could ever need. “I’ll be so happy, sweetheart. Tasting you on my tongue while she sits next to me, watching your flexible body on that field before I take you home to suck on those gorgeous tits.”

“You will, baby?”

“I will, I’ll spend the night with you, honey. But only if you cum, only if you cum before we leave.”

Gazing down, you watch with lidded eyes as he mouths at you, face already shiny from your slick. The indentations his fingers press into your thighs makes you sigh, already anticipating the little bruises sure to form. It’s addicting, seeing him leave his mark on you. Bites and scratches, bruises, all from his adoration and love - his passion for you.

All too quickly, you’re spiraling, fingers sliding through his hair and over the couch cushion as you search for something to grasp. The subtle buck of your hips tells him everything he needs to know, one strong forearm lifting to press them back down. 

“Mhmm,” His vibrating hum sends a shockwave through your center, lips parting as you gasp.

With everything in him, he wants to speak to you, talk you through it while you shake in his arms. You’re perfect to him, an absolute goddess to him. All he wants is to see you fall apart just so he can put you back together again. 

As if your faith in him is being restored, coming back together in one loving motion, you release. Your muscles relax against him, hips weakly pushing up toward his face as you give into him. It’s gentle, continuous rolling waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Both hands eventually find his head, no longer tugging at his mocha strands but petting them.

“Yes,” It’s so euphoric that you feel a bit emotional from it, tears weeping from the corners of your eyelids. 

Thick fingers caress your hips and thighs, David’s wet mouth removing itself from your center to kiss your sensitive skin. Gently, he bites into it, sucking at your plushness. The way he groans makes your head tilt down, lustful eyes watching him. And when he returns your gaze from between your legs, the look in his eye almost scares you. Predatory, powerful, determined. Further down, beneath the line of his shirt’s color, you see something, something that really stands out. From afar, you wouldn’t be able to notice it, the bruise hidden quite well by his shirt’s positioning. But from here, you can see it, the bright red mark you’d bitten onto him, leftover love from your vacation. It’s shocking how red it still is, the blood collecting at the surface just beneath the skin, almost as bright as that man’s blood had been…

“I… do this… originally, I did this for my family.”

“Dave, what are you talking about?” The entire situation terrified you, your limbs quick to tremble as you backed away.

“I work for the Defense Intelligence Agency.”

“Yeah… I know that.”

“Well… I deal with, um… bad… guys.”

Scrunching your brow at him, you became enraged, offended. “I’m not a fucking kid, David. What is this?!”

“A…Assassin isn’t the right word.” He’d said, thinking aloud but clearly making the situation worse.

Your jaw dropped, breaths ceasing in your chest. That’s not what this was, right? The man you’d grown to love certainly wasn’t hired to kill, there’s no way this could be true. But with the evidence right in front of you…

“David,” Your voice was hesitant, emotional. “Please tell me what this is.”

He hesitated before deciding his next move, keeping himself quiet for some time. Never before had he been in this type of situation; this won’t be an easy fix. So, for the time being, he figured it was best to just cut this conversation off quicker than it even started.

With a stern voice and a firm expression, he stepped forward. Invading your space, David grabbed both of your outer arms as he said, “You can’t say anything about this, not to anyone.” 

“Wha -”

“No one knows.” He interjected, stare unwavering. “Not Molly, not Carol, no one.”

For a moment, you kept yourself silent. To say shock paralyzed your body would be an understatement. There was a moment in time where you became afraid of him.

“And we’re not going to talk about it.” His voice disrupted your thoughts, fading them into nothing as only his word became truth.

Promptly after his last sentence, he turned, walking into the bathroom. When he reappeared in the living room, he was completely clean. And what perplexed you when he came back out, was that he wasn’t even in there for too long of a time. Curiosity took over your mind, leading you to inspect the bathroom, and he let you. It too, was clean - spotless. So, after that, you sort of just… dropped it.

This pleased him.

Truth be told, the mystery of it all was intriguing. And at the end of the day, you trusted him. The fear you briefly felt easily withered away; he’s never hurt you before, nothing close to it. To your knowledge, you had no reason to feel threatened, or that you may be in danger. Maybe it was better you didn’t know all the details, so that things stayed that way. 

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“Are you feeling any better?”

Nodding with a wide grin, you respond with, “Yeah, a lot better.”

Molly was truly the best friend. She checked in on you whenever she could, offered support in every way - emotionally, socially, academically, she was always there. And always so understanding, too. It makes you wonder if you’re deserving of it. 

“I brought you some pain killers, just in case.” She adds, tapping her bag. “Did you wanna hangout after?”

“I would, but I gotta study, Goof. How about this weekend?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

While Molly walks off, you sigh, sitting on one of the locker room benches. The rest of the girls are dressed and ready, already making their way out onto the field. For a beat, you stay behind, fixing your makeup and grabbing an extra bottle of Gatorade. This is all starting to feel so… meaningless. Cheering, doing dance and Pom, especially when you’ve been blowing off practices left and right for months. Truthfully, you’re shocked you haven’t been kicked off any of the teams, but you almost think that’d be relieving. You don’t think you have it in you to just outright quit, but with exams and graduation coming up, and David creeping into every nook and cranny of your life, there isn’t room for much else. 

Speak of the devil.

Why aren’t you out here yet baby? You know I can’t wait to see you

And he truly couldn't be more excited for this. It feels like it’s been forever since he’s been to one of your and Molly’s games. And while he adored watching his daughter do what she loved, he also enjoyed watching your flexible body bend and stretch in that tiny little outfit. 

Walking onto the sidelines, it’s hard not to search for him in the crowd. When you look up into the stands, though, he easily sticks out. There’s nothing about him that would necessarily draw attention, it’s just the fact that it’s… him. You naturally gravitate toward him. 

The game in and of itself is simple, easy, and your job isn’t much harder. After so many years of high school and now college cheer, you’re used to these routines. It’s not as laborious for you anymore, you have the strength and flexibility to get through each step easily. Which also means you have the extra energy to add a little pep to your step. And he outwardly enjoys this.

Fuming next to him on the bleachers is his overly involved and nearly ex-wife, Carol. Every now and then, she glances over at him, and can clearly see who his stare is targeted at. While Molly is on one end of the sidelines, you’re on the complete opposite side. It’s obvious he isn’t watching his daughter. 

“Could you be more obvious?” She seethes, frowning.

David furrows his brow, glancing at her with overt annoyance. “What are you talking about?”

“Stop staring at Molly’s friends and take some time to watch your daughter.”

“Carol, I’m just sitting here. Don’t start shit.”

Her words have little to no effect on him. He watches Molly just as much as he watches you; there is simply just different intent behind his eyes. And right now, the look in his eyes has nearly gone black from looking at you. There’s nothing else that gets him more excited than watching you move in that skirt, your ass just barely peeking out the bottom of it. So soft and smooth and fuck, he wants his hands on it. He remembers when he first saw you cheer, how sexy you looked then. It’s even hotter to him now knowing what he’s able to do to you. 

Meet me in the parking lot at halftime.

Of course, your girls ask where you’re off to, but you make the excuse of using the bathroom. Eagerly skipping to the lot, you find David’s SUV, your love standing right beside it. And although you’re a little sweaty and tired, you couldn’t be happier to see him. Any time spent alone with David was time worth spending. 

“Baby…” Shaking his head, his eyes trail down to your legs, then up again to your pretty face. Glancing around, he then opens the back passenger-side door. “Get in.”

“We don’t have a lot of time, I -”

But he’s already climbing in and shutting the door, immediately pressing his mouth to yours. He’s folded down the back seats, laying you down against the floorboard with a firm groan. 

“I know we don’t have much time,” He replies gruffly, dominant hand working its way beneath your skirt. “That’s why we need to be quick, baby.”

“Jesus, you really like this outfit, don’t you?” With a bright smile on your face, you kiss his cheek, listening to him moan at the feeling of your damp panties. 

“When I take you home,” Dave begins, fingers shoving the material aside while mouthing at your neck. “When no one’s there, I want you in it. Want you dressed like this when I fuck you in her bed.”

Originally, you thought it was an offhand comment. But now that the thought of him actually doing that is continuing… you’re starting to believe it’ll actually happen.

“Fuck, babe.” Tossing your head back with an airy laugh, that soon turns into a gasp when one thick finger fills your center. 

“Mmm…” Rising to your neck, David grins, nipping at your skin. “Thaaat’s it.”

Already fluttering around him, your hands reach for his biceps, trying to ground yourself in any way you can. 

“Baby…” You’re whispering, unable to look down at his movements as his body rests entirely above your own. 

“I know it’s not long enough for you to cum, or for us to fuck, but…” Thrusting his finger into you, he grunts, feeling your wetness spill out around his digit. “Fuck, I needed it. We can do more when we get home.”

“Mhm,” It’s a small whimper, one made when he crooks his finger into the deepest parts of you.

Shoving your hips up against him, your small gasps turn to pleasant moans, trying to keep yourself as quiet as possible while he does this. His own hips begin to sway as he continues, rubbing his hard-on against the exposed skin of your thigh. 

“Come here, please.” Clawing at his shoulders, you bring him further in, muffling your small cries. 

David’s breathy laugh fans over your ear when he feels you bite into his skin, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt and pulling at his collar in a frenzied fashion. 

“Let me hear it,” He then asks, feeling bite after bite and reveling in the fact that you’ve already bruised him. “Call me daddy, baby.” 

“Daddy,” The soft demand and your eager compliance lights a fire inside your bellies; the name has meaning to him - he just wants to take care of you. “Please don’t stop.”

Adding another finger, David turns his head, presses sweet kisses to your cheek. “Can’t wait to bend you over the bed in this…”

The muffled chatter of people walking by halts your collective actions, your eyes closing as you press your forehead to him. 

“Please, please, please.” You quietly pray against his chest, hoping to god no one looks in.

When the random voices cease, David sighs, pulling his fingers away. “We should go, baby.” But he doesn’t stop kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck.

“I love you,” Breathing heavily, you relax on the floor once again. “I love this.”

“I love you so much, sweetheart. This is everything I need.” 

The excitement, the passion and overt adoration you have for each other, it really is everything he’s ever wanted. He never even got this from Carol when they were dating. He’s starting to wonder if she was ever the right woman for him.

“Go on, baby.” He says with a light tap on your lower cheek. “I’ll be right behind ya.”

Adjusting your skirt, you decide to hop out of the door facing opposite the building, just in case anyone is looking. With your head on a swivel, you’re thankful to find the parking lot empty of anything but parked cars. And after a few steps toward the fieldhouse, David is right behind you. Testing your luck, he ends up jogging forward to your side, walking in the same stride. 

“What are you doing?”

“What?” He shrugs, smirking. “There’s no harm in us walking together.”

“There you are.”

Stopping in your tracks with your heart plummeting into your ass, you release a small puff of air. Jesus, when did she get here?

Crossing her arms, Carol eyes the two of you. “What… are you two doing?”

“Ran into her on my way back from the bathroom.” Dave easily returns, hands falling into his front pockets. 

“Right…” His wife’s eyes then fall to you, quirking a brow with overt judgment. “Don’t you think it’s strange, walking around with your best friend’s father?”

“Um… not really.” David’s right, this really doesn’t look suspicious. If anything, it’s making her look a little crazy.

“Carol, what the hell?” Dave chastices lightly, eyebrows knitting together as he stares down at her. 

Completely ignoring his words, her eyes stay marked on you. “Halftime’s almost over, let’s go.” 

The fact that she seems to be ordering you around now makes your eyes widen, fists balling at your sides. “Um,” With a short laugh, you interject. “I’m going to get my phone, and some water. But uh, I’ll see you later… Mr. York.”

The two of you think you’re being so sly, but Carol looks back at just the right second, catching your exchange of knowing looks. She even witnesses David’s little wink. And that pisses her off more than anything. 

“Hey!”

“You’re back!”

“Hey,” Sitting down with a smile, you greet your teammates. “How’re you all feeling?”

“Not too bad, considering the heat has been a beast.” Nora replies, wiping her forehead and neck with a towel from the gym. 

“We were wondering, what’re you gonna do when you leave?” Molly ends up asking, having to get the nerve to even voice it. She’s been worrying about it since the start of the year.

“How’d that get brought up?” You ask, taking a swig from your bottle.

“I dunno, just worried, I guess. Graduation is coming up quick, ya know?”

“Yeah,” With a shrug, you consider her words. “I’ve been thinking about Master’s programs, maybe something in childcare. Maybe taking a year or two off, I don’t know.” 

“Oh! I know about this child psychology degree, I honestly think it’d be perfect for you!”

“Oh, really?” You’re surprised one of your girls is interested in the field, too.

“Yeah! I’ll email you the link later tonight.”

With a smile, you nod. “Alright, thanks.” Maybe this could be a good path for you; you can finally figure out what you want to do.

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To say you feel spoiled would be an understatement. By the time you got back to your apartment, David had already ordered the two of you takeout, more specifically, your favorite sushi. You’d placed the food on the counter, showered, and gotten dressed before he came over, having to give Carol a good enough excuse. But at the end of their argument, he was fed up enough to just tell her the truth.

“I’m spending the night at her place, okay?”

���Really? You’re just going to leave your fucking family like that?”

“For one night? Yes.”

“It’s her, isn’t it.” She’d fixed her stance, arms crossed over her chest with tears burning in her eyes. “Molly’s fucking friend.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” David practically yelled, trying desperately to stay calm. In truth, he just didn’t want Carol talking about you. Something about her mentioning your very existence made him boil inside. “I’m leaving, I don’t care.” 

And then, he was gone. Knowing that he had enough of his own items at your home, he didn’t even bother packing before getting in the car. One of the many benefits of how close the two of you have become. 

“Baby,” Giggling, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even further in.

David groans against you, grin wide as he brushes his lips over your shoulder and throat. In just his boxers, he cuddles into you, holding you beneath his sturdy frame. And he’s so warm against your body, so warm and firm and comforting. 

“You’re just perfect.” He says to you, squeezing you even harder in his arms. He’s become rather fit over these past few weeks, working out whenever he’s not at work or with you. 

“You’re cute.” Another laugh, another kiss to his neck and cheek. “Hey, um… I, I wanted to ask you…”

With the hesitancy in your voice, David rolls off of you and onto his side where he’s able to see your face. And once he’s comfortable, your head turns, meeting those chocolate brown eyes. 

“Carol, is she… does she know? About us?”

Laying his head on the pillow, he contemplates this, answering honestly. “I don’t know, really. It kinda seems like it, doesn’t it?”

“Hell yeah it does. What was that about today? At halftime?”

“No fucking clue. She also told me to ‘stop watching Molly’s friends’ during the game, too.”

“Really?” This intrigues you so much that you fully sit up, shocked to hear she actually had the balls to say that. But it’s nothing compared to what he tells you next. 

“She, um… actually accused me of it, before leaving the house to come here…”

“What? What did she say?”

“She accused me of sleeping with you, that you’re the new woman I’m seeing.”

“Holy shit, she knows.”

“Babe, I -”

“She totally fucking knows.” Continuing on, you ignore his attempts to interject, thinking aloud as you say, “That makes so much sense. The way she stares at me lately, the looks she gives me. I had a feeling…” 

“Baby, calm down. She doesn’t know anything, okay?”

“You should know telling me to calm down does not calm me down.” Shooting him a stern glare, you go on to ask, “What should we do about this, though? Should we do anything?”

“If we had things my way, we’d just deny it until we’re ready.”

“Ready?”

“Yeah,” He shrugs, “Ready to tell everyone.”

“You really think we’ll get there someday?” And the way you say it is soft, hopeful but scared. 

All he does is smile. “I think so.” His certainty is refreshing; it puts you at ease. 

The buzz of your phone interrupts your small chat, Molly apparently in need of some friendly love. It’s clear she’s in distress as soon as you answer the phone, and even though the call isn’t on speaker, David can hear everything. 

“Is everything okay?” She’s already crying on the other end, sniffling loudly.

“This situation with my parents is so shit lately.” And David’s heart sinks. “My mom just told me that my dad left for the night, that he’s already seeing someone new.”

“I’m, I’m so sorry, Goof…”

Guilt envelopes you like a sopping wet blanket, uncomfortable and cold. You’ve caused this, her anguish. 

“I want them to be happy, I just wish they were happy together.” 

Dave wishes she could see that they’re happiest when apart. He’s hoping both of his daughters will eventually understand. 

“The way she talks about him… I just fucking hate it.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Since they told us about the divorce, she’s shit-talked him every time he’s not in the house. Calling him a deadbeat, a cheater. But when we ask her about it, she’ll just yell at us! Like we’re the problem. I know my dad didn’t cheat on her, I fucking know it. He wouldn’t do that.”

And to hear her say that brings relief to both of you.

“I don’t think he’d do that, either. He’s not that type of man.”

“He definitely isn’t. I don’t know, dude, this whole thing is starting to show me the worst side of my mom.” 

“That has to be hard, I’m really sorry you’re going through this, babe. I wish there was more I could do.” Glancing over at David, you share a look of remorse. But never regret. 

“You already do a ton; you’re always here for me.”

“I try to be. And you know, maybe it’d make you feel better if you spent more time with your dad. If your mom isn’t being very receptive to your relationship, try strengthening the one you have with him. I know he misses you - I mean, he has to, right?” Trying to fix your wording has you tripping over the syllables. Lucky for you, she doesn’t even notice.

“You know, that’s not a bad idea.”

Your suggestion makes a sense of happiness and warmth bloom within David’s chest. 

Chuckling briefly on the other end, Molly sighs. “You know, sometimes you have the best suggestions.”

“Awe, thanks Goof.” Even if you weren’t sleeping with her dad, you’d still do everything you could to make her feel better. 

“Sometimes, I wish you were my mom.”

“You know…” Laughing nervously, your eyes turn to David once again. “I might as well be.” 

Molly ends up feeling bad for calling so late, and ends the conversation with a million thank you’s and I love you’s. You return them all with sincerity in your tone. 

“I really appreciated that.” David then says, voice quiet. “You suggesting she spend time with me. I’d really love that.”

Smiling, you lean over, placing a hand on his broad chest to rub him softly. “I know you would, baby. You deserve to spend time with them.” 

“Yeah…” He suddenly nods, eyes flickering back and forth between your own. “I’m gonna keep you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” With a laugh, you lean in, placing a sweet kiss on the tip of his arched nose. 

“One day, baby, it’ll be just you and me. And everybody will know.” 

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The way he loved on you that night made you feel special, like you were hand picked just for him. His movements were slow and purposeful, long strokes deep and steady as he held your hips down on the bed. His grip was near-painful, pinching the delicate skin along your pelvis as he kept you where he wanted. Aside from the small gasps and puffs of air, the room was silent, the two of you listening intently to the growing sound of your wet sex. 

Every thrust filled you entirely, the thickness of him absolutely tearing you apart. While stretching your lips wide, he watched the rush of your slick coat his length. The sloppy sound of your walls opening up for him made his head spin, eyes glued to the place you repeatedly connect; time and time again, it never ceases to amaze him, just how well your skin stretches around his erection, just how warm and welcoming you feel while he’s making a home for himself inside. 

 “Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you princess.” He whispered into your ear, moaning. “You’re always such a good girl for me.”

It was sweet, the way you laid there for him, the way you let him fuck out his frustrations before making love to you and your body.

“Oh god,” David huffed out, panting while tightening his grip. “I’ve never felt anything as good as you.” And it was true. Inside and out, you make him experience everything as if it were brand new. 

And while he took his time with you, you kissed him, licked and bit his skin. When he would inevitably leave your home in the morning, you wanted him to have reminders, things to bring him back to these loving memories until you were together again. They were always so pretty, the pink and red splotches on his skin, how they often turned dark and purple, sensitive. 

It wasn’t long before he was begging you to be on top, pawing at your tits while you rode him. And you did it so goddamn well, riding his cock like you’d never get the chance to feel him again. You bottomed out every time, fully sitting back on him before rising again. Eventually, he pulled you in, mouthing at your chest before sucking the perfect peaks of them into his mouth. And with Carol butting in so much lately, he couldn’t help but think of her, think of how much nicer your tits were. 

But that was last night, when you were wrapped in warm, comfortable bliss. Now, he’s back at home, back at the place he’s been villainized in. But if he’s lucky, he’ll be able to spend most of the day in his office.

Thankfully, the house is seemingly empty, allowing him to just throw on a clean pair of boxers and sweatpants, both pieces happening to be ones that you bought for him. And as he strolls through his home, stopping in the kitchen for a snack, he remembers the hickies you left on his chest and upper back. He grins, looking down at them, some already deeply purple. There’s something so freeing about walking around in the open with them. 

“David,” Her shocked gasp actually makes him jump a little. “What is all of that?!”

Turning, he sees Carol, still in her nightgown. Shrugging, he glances down again, taking a sip of the water he’d poured. “Bruises.”

“I’m not an idiot.”

“Then why do you ask stupid questions?” 

At this, her jaw drops. “You can be such a fucking asshole sometimes!”

“Carol,” Rubbing his hand across his forehead, he sighs. “Why are you home? I thought this was your grocery shopping day.”

“Well, I decided to stay in. Wanted to see you after your night out with your mistress.”

He nearly chokes on his water chuckling. “I wouldn’t exactly call her a mistress, being that we’re separated.” 

She almost can’t find the words to say, his words quieting her in an instant. It’s almost like she wants to argue, like she knows that’s the only kind of attention she’ll get from him.

“I’m gonna be in my office. Let’s just try not to bother each other, okay?”

Turning, he grabs an apple, snacking while he walks off. And thankfully, he’s successful in making it back to his office in complete silence. 

Sitting down at his desk, he decides to login to the chip he placed in your laptop. Even though you’ve been acting fairly normal since his slipup in Spain, he still feels the need to check in. He can never be too careful. 

Scrolling through your text messages, he doesn’t find anything suspicious. Overall, it seems like you’ve kept quiet, thankfully. You haven’t even mentioned it to him, and he isn’t sure how to feel about that. He wants you to feel comfortable talking about anything with him, but at the same time… he’d rather avoid that conversation for as long as he possibly can.

The only concerning thing he finds is in the bookmarks on your internet browser. He sees one for a college program, specifically for a master’s in child psychology. Only problem is… it’s out of state. Multiple states away, actually. And he almost feels like he could fucking cry, like he ran into a brick wall of confusion. With your graduation so close, it’s like he got a taste of heaven that’ll be gone just as quick as it arrived. In an instant, he’s reeling, mind spiraling with all sorts of questions and worries, the main one being, does she no longer want a future with me? 

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MBFD - Chapter Eleven: You Weren’t Supposed To Know

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, daddy kink, small size kink, grinding/dry humping, oral (m receiving), skinny dipping/slight public nudity, tanning, blood, violence, mentions of death

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A/N: Really didn’t expect this chapter to be so short, but here we are. And no, I’m not sorry about the cliffhanger 🤪

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Uncertainty is a funny word. You’ve felt uncertain in your life before, uncertain about job opportunities, a grade on an exam. Uncertain, unsure, of the outcome. And the feelings surrounding that sensation - anxiety, worry, fear, all of them are the same as what you feel now. But you definitely don’t feel uncertain. No, this is a different feeling altogether. Uncertain means unknowing, and you definitely know what you’re walking into, you know the outcome of your actions, or at least, you think you do. 

The way the familiar feeling of anxiety sinks heavily into your gut, the way adrenaline fizzes through your veins and pops at every nerve ending, the way saliva tingles on your tongue from the nerves bubbling high into your throat. Every sensation is heightened, your eyes darting around the extremely large and open room, the narrow passageways that open up into lines for terminals and cafés. 

Just barely, your fingers tremble, fishing out the phone that is currently buzzing in your pocket. Swallowing, you take in a shaky breath, unlocking it.

Stuffing your phone back into your pants pocket, you sigh, returning it with a deep inhale. You’d told Molly about this trip, insisting that you ‘needed some time to yourself’. You just couldn't bring yourself to lie to her. She knew you were going to Spain and that you were going alone, and honestly, she was really worried. But you expected that from her, she loves you like a sister. 

Running a hand over your face, you take in a deep and somewhat calming breath. All you need to do is find David. You know he’ll handle the rest. But honestly, it’s not even about ‘handling’ it. You know how to walk through an airport, you know how to find your terminal and check your bags, arrive early enough to get a bite to eat. It’s just about the people, there’s so many people. Anyone could recognize you; family members, friends of friends, acquaintances. What if someone sees you with him? But right next to your wild worries is the reminder of Spain. Once you’re in Spain, you’re home free. You’re certain no one will recognize you there. 

A few more steps forward, and the crowd is clearing, your terminal quickly appearing. Dave insisted on picking you up and driving to the airport together, but you told him you’d be fine on your own. You could just meet at the terminal. But up until now, you’d been dreading that decision. 

Further ahead stands a man in a dark brown coat, long enough to almost touch the ground. He’s standing beside his luggage, only a duffle bag on the bench just a foot or so behind him. His slate dress pants match the baby blue button up covering his upper half, the red tie sitting along his chest a nice touch to his outfit. His hair is done neatly, the watch on his wrist lifting to his face as he checks the time, now glancing around. And then he finds you, a wide smile brimming on his lips. Immediately, your worries fade away. 

“Baby,” He calls quietly, but you can hear him. You’d know his voice anywhere.

And before you even reach his open arms, you notice something… different about him. His facial hair. Just barely, a thin coat of stubble covers his chin and jaw, a little bit growing on his cheeks, too. And even though he’s in his business suit, it makes him look rugged, the scruff dark with a few gray hairs shining through.

“Hey,” With a sleepy smile, you approach him, hands dropping from their tight grip on your backpack’s straps.

Instantly, he’s reaching for you, cupping your face with both hands and bringing you in. The kiss he gives practically shoves every ounce of worry weight from your shoulders, your body relaxing into him.

“How are you, princess?” He murmurs, pressing his forehead to your own, his hands unmoving. “Did you get here okay? Do you have everything you need?”

Genuinely, he’s everything you need. 

Nodding, you offer a peaceful grin, looking up at him. With a relaxing sigh, you reply with, “I’m okay, baby. Just tired. Nervous, I guess.”

Frowning, he looks you over, heart warming from seeing you in your comfy state. It’s cute, you in your sweatpants with him in his business attire. 

With a kiss to your hairline, he loops an arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you with him as he walks over to the bench. “Come sit with me.” 

The bench is cold but David is warm, your body instantly snuggling into his side. With soft tugs, he pulls your backpack away from you, letting your muscles rest while you wait. And his arm doesn’t leave, either. It stays, rubbing you lovingly. 

“I don’t want you to be nervous, baby. This is supposed to be our trip, right?”

“Yeah.” Again, he kisses your forehead, the butterflies in your tummy flapping wildly. He’s so sturdy, so handsome and he smells so good. It’s barely been two days but you missed him, you always miss him. “Just… don’t want anyone to see us. Not here, ya know?”

“I know, princess.” He coos in response, murmuring against your skin. “Just wait until we get to Spain…” And the way he says it already makes you tingle inside, his closest hand brushing over your thigh. 

Shocking you out of your peaceful lull is the shrill ring of your phone. Both of you jump from it, you groaning and David laughing. But when you pull it out to see who it is, neither of you are wearing happy faces.

“Hey, Goof. Everything okay?” 

“Okay, so I know I just got done texting you,” She replies enthusiastically on the other end, oblivious to your nervy tone. “But girl Anthony is at practice right now!”

“Wait, what?”

“I know! Valerie told me; I didn’t go today, I’ve been studying. But she told me to tell you. Apparently, he’s asking for you.”

And now, you hesitate to respond. Dave is right next to you, and while he knows about this particular ex, you’d rather not talk about your past relationship in front of him. You’d rather not talk about your past relationship at all.

“Are you okay?” Back at the York home, Molly frowns, sensing your hesitancy. 

“Yeah, I’m just, I don't know…” Desperately, you try to make up some sort of excuse in your head. “I know you’re at home and I just, I don’t want anyone hearing about him, ya know? We don’t exactly talk about him in the best light.” And toward the end of your sentence, you laugh, trying to appear nonchalant through the phone. 

Honestly, Molly understands this. She knows you wouldn’t want to talk about your sex life in front of her family. Because that’s really all Anthony was to you, casual sex. And now, he’s not anything to you.

“Pfft, don’t worry, my parents aren’t even home right now. My dad’s on a work trip.” She exaggerates, sighing. “And besides, you spend so much time over here that he’s practically your dad, too. He doesn’t care about any of that.”

While you’d been trying to keep your conversation hush, David has been listening to every second of it. And now, he’s grinning. Moving his arm from your shoulders, he chooses to wrap it around your lower back, his hand hugging your hip as he pulls you further into him. Lowering his head, he leans in, kissing the soft skin of your cheek. 

“Yeah,” Laughing shakily, you sigh, feeling his lips on you. And then he’s moving lower, barely brushing them over your jawline, and then pressing them firmly to your neck. “But I, uh…” With a quick inhale, you clear your throat, feeling David nuzzle his nose into you. He’s so protective over you, even without saying a single thing. “I have to go though, Goof. My plane’s leaving soon.” And you don’t even know if that’s the truth but having her dad’s lips on you is making this conversation impossible to continue. 

“Okay! I just figured I’d tell you. You know I love the gossip.” She giggles, and already, you miss your best friend.

“I know you do.” Grinning, you then nibble on your lip, feeling David’s fingers squeeze your hip. “I’ll talk to you soon.” 

“Okay, love you!”

“I love you, too.”

You’re barely able to end the call before David is pulling your phone away from you and setting it on the bench. With that same hand, he grabs your jaw, forcing your face in his direction so he can kiss you. 

“So I’m your daddy now, too, huh?” He grumbles, eyes closing as he breathes out against you. 

“David…” Cheeks running hot, you cross your legs, smiling timidly beneath him.

“Am I a good daddy, baby?”

His physical and verbal attention has never flustered you more, mainly due to your public setting. You feel dizzy, completely light-headed and hot against him. Giggling girlishly, you lean in, pressing your lips to his. Already, his mouth is wet, tongue seeking out your own. 

“You’re the best daddy,” Lifting a hand to his cheek, you release a contended breath. “The best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

Now, it’s time for you to melt him. He’s putty in your hands when you speak so sweetly to him. “I love you, honey.” 

But before you can return the sentiment, an announcement comes through the speakers, your plane now boarding. And when you look up, pretty eyes gazing at him so kindly, he grins. “Let’s go to Spain, baby. Just you and me.” 

It’s comfortable here, in the luxury hotel his work had put him in. And you’d like to think he’d buy you an apartment just as nice. Maybe even a house - wow you’re really letting yourself get carried away with this. But of all times, now would be the best to let your fantasies come to life. 

“I knew this’d be the first thing you did.” Dave laughs breathily, one arm tucked lazily behind his head. 

His other hand is in your hair, fingers combing it lovingly. When strands fall, he’ll brush them away from your pretty face, when you cry he wipes your tears away. He’s here for you, no matter what you do. 

“And you do it so good, too…” 

You’re only crying from the force of it, of his thick erection sliding down your throat. Honestly, how could this not be the first thing you do when he does something like this? He’s taking you on the best vacation of your life. 

On the plane, he made sure you were not only comfortable, but cozy. He asked for a heated blanket, knowing the cabin was too cold for your liking. When it came, he wrapped you in it, offering you the drink menu. It was all so fancy, you’d never traveled first class like this. Before takeoff, he plugged in all the electronics that needed charging, made sure you had everything you needed, and ordered your drink for you. By the time you were finished sipping on your beverage, it was lights out. You’d napped for a few hours, leaning on his shoulder while he worked. Dave had his laptop out on the pull-down tray, answering emails and detailing documents. 

Dave enjoyed the sensation of your weight resting on him. For some reason, it made him feel loved - important. If only he knew how important he really was to you. While he was daydreaming about you, you were dreaming about him. You’d imagined living together, laying in bed before he leaves for work in the morning. Snuggling up on his lap, he sat against the headboard, answering a few emails before getting dressed for the day. In your dream, he played with your hair, pet your head and called you his baby. It was a sweet thought, warming you from the inside out, even beneath your heated blanket.

You sleeping beside him also served another purpose, besides that of basic rest. It allowed him to check your electronics. He could’ve tried to do it while plugging them in, but he didn’t want to risk it. While you were snoozing beside him, he was able to connect your phone to his laptop, checking on the chip he’d planted in it. He did so a few days ago, wanting to be sure of your location on the trip. Dave knew he’d have to leave you alone on occasion to complete his… tasks, and wanted to make sure you were safe. He put one in your laptop and airpods, too, and your watch. And maybe your car. Once he got the idea, he couldn’t stop himself. Trip or not, he needed to make sure you were safe, needed to know where you were at all times. And right now, you’re exactly where he wants you to be. 

“Oh, fuck.” Head lolling back, he runs a hand over your head, eyes closing in ecstasy. “Just like that, baby.” 

Pleasuring Dave with your mouth has always been easy. You could put zero effort into it, and you’re sure he’d still cum in minutes, if not seconds. And right now, he’s barely half a minute in. The way your tongue slides up the side of his cock, dragging his foreskin over the tip, makes him shiver. Involuntarily, his hips jerk upward toward your face, your beautiful face, the one he’s currently fucking. You let him pulsate his pelvis upward, thrusting into your mouth at a languid pace. 

“Baby,” His voice is low and rough, that gravely baritone dominating the atmosphere. “Princess, I’m gonna cum.”

Your happy and almost teasing hum prompts a redness to wash over his ears, but he doesn’t even care. It only turns him on that much more. With both hands, he shoves you down, listening to the wetness of your mouth, the sound of your throat sucking him down. Your mouth is slick and hot and just perfect for his cock, his fingers curling into your hair from the feeling of it. 

“F-Fuck, fuck.” David is gritting his teeth, feeling you gag while on your knees. He loves you like this, bent over his lap, letting him use your pretty face to get himself off. 

This is paradise, the thought floats effortlessly into his brain. It’s fucking paraise with her.

“I’m g-gonna,” Tilting his head down, he’s met with your pretty eyes, lips now stuttering. “Shit.”

With that, he unloads into your mouth, his jaw falling slack from the sensation of it. Thick ropes shoot into your mouth, coating your tongue in the warm substance. As always, it’s salty, gooey, and slides directly down your throat. The best part of this, for him, was feeling you swallow it down. 

“Baby,” You barely have time to take a breath before he’s leaning forward on the bed. Grabbing both of your biceps, he hauls you forward onto his lap, mouth attacking your own. “Get over here.” 

He’s grown to ignore the taste of cum in your mouth, he just focuses on your tongue. It might even turn him on a little that he’s tasing himself. And with his hand on your jaw, that’s exactly what he does, tongue forcing its way past your lips as he holds you in place, just the way he likes. And while he’s stealing your goddamn soul through your throat, his free hand slides up your shirt, pawing at your tits. 

“Hm…” You’re giggling, smiling against him once he gives you the chance to. 

You feel breathless, weightless, like your head is spinning and you can’t come down from the clouds. He’s touching you the exact same way he does back home, the only difference is where and when he can do it. You feel so free here, like you’re on some kind of secret honeymoon.

“This is insane.”

“Why?” Moving down to your neck, he groans against you, kisses heated and heavy. “You’re happy, I’m happy. Let’s just be happy…”

Laughing at his lovesick state, you sigh, tiling your head to the side for him. “We’ve been here less than an hour and you’re already gonna fuck me?”

He’s currently leaving hickies on your neck, and will definitely encourage you to do the same to him during this trip. He’s squeezing you through your bra and massaging you fervently in that broad hand, already growing stiff again. 

“Nah,” David grunts, nipping at your neck. Reaching down, he grabs a fistful of your ass, pulling you further in as he says, “I’m gonna fuck you on a yacht.”

Life just isn’t real, it’s not. There’s no way you’re with Molly’s fucking dad in Spain, on a yacht, in a bikini, feeding him strawberries. What is your fucking life?

“This is so cheesy.” You’re giggling, face burning red-hot from your current act.

He’d ushered you onto his lap while he laid out on the deck, grinning ear to ear with a handful of your backside in each palm. Lovingly, he rubs you, caresse your smooth curves as he coos to you.

“Just keep going, baby.” And then, he lands a light smack, your center tingling from the force of it. “Daddy’s hungry.” Rolling your eyes, you continue on, placing the end of another strawberry into his mouth. 

The boat rocks rhythmically atop the gentle waves, the sun beating down on your angelic body. You’re wearing a bikini Dave had apparently bought for you; a two-piece, bright red set that highlighted your physique quite nicely. But enough about you, you’re staring at him. It’s clear he’s been working out, the definition in his chest and biceps obvious. Even his stomach is firm, flexing a bit as he leans in to take another bite. But this time, you’re putting the rest in your mouth, transferring it to him with your own lips. Jesus, you really are on a secret honeymoon. 

“Mm,” He’s moaning against your mouth, already hard from the very second you climbed onto his lap. His head rolls with your impassioned kiss after he’d been given the fruit, feeling your slender fingers run down his neck.

“How long will you be gone tomorrow, daddy?” You’re pouting slightly; he told you before leaving for the boat that he has a meeting tomorrow afternoon. 

“Only a few hours, baby.” Dave whispers in response, hand lifting to the back of your head to bring you in.

Rolling your hips over his, he releases a pleasurable groan, body feeling hot and not just from the sun. But his passion quickly fuses into frustration when you suddenly decide to hop off of him.

“What are you doing?”

Shrugging, you walk over to your own chair with a shrug, laying the back of it down. Now that it’s folded down, you lay out over it, relaxing with a light sigh. “Tanning.” 

“What about me?” Now, he’s pouting.

Chuckling, you close your eyes, enjoying the heat. “I sat on your lap for almost an entire hour, baby. What about me?”

Frowning, he crosses his arms, shuffling back into his chair. “Fine.”

All you do is roll your eyes in response, folding your hands beneath your head. You’re laying on your stomach, backside entirely available to him. And you’d cover up a bit more if there were anyone else but the two of you on the boat. The only other person here is the captain, and he’s staying inside. 

Dave is just drooling over the way you look in that red bikini. Your back dips beautifully before curving upward, the plumpness of your cheeks drawing him in. All he wants to do is smack and bite them, spread them wide while he disappears inside. 

Peaking out of the corner of your eye, you grin. “Whatcha starin’ at?”

Nibbling on the corner of his lip, he quirks an eyebrow. “The half-naked college girl sitting next to me.” 

“Yeah?” You reply, giggling at his choice of words. It’s flattering, his continuously flirtatious nature. 

“Jesus, you’re so sexy, baby.” He reaches down to adjust himself, eyes not moving an inch away from you. But then you wiggle your ass a bit for him and he’s no longer adjusting but rubbing. “What’re you doing to me?” David breathes out in awe. 

“Stop it.”

“What?” And he’s already cracking that shit-eating grin.

“Enticing me.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I wanna enjoy my vacation.” You reply in a teasing tone, “Not just fuck my way through it.” And then beneath your breath, you mumble, “Although I don’t really mind that.”

“I heard that.”

“I wanted you to.” Sitting up with a huff, you stare at him. “Since you want attention so bad, why don’t you come swim with me?” You’re only teasing, and he knows it - he knows how much you love his affection. Besides, your playfulness shines through with that dazzling grin. 

“You’re going swimming?”

“Mhm,” Standing, you prance toward the ladder, hands leaning against the rails on either side. 

“Uh… I’m not much of a swimmer, babe.” 

“Really? Why not?”

“Just not my thing.” He shrugs, looking away.

And then your jaw drops. “David, can you not swim?”

“No, I can swim.” Dave responds with a huff, refusing to meet your eyeline.

“You can’t swim!” 

“Keep it down!”

“Babe,” Laughing, you walk back over to him. “It’s not like anyone can hear us.” Sitting on his lap again, you cup his cute, pouty face. “You really can’t swim?”

“I just… never learned.” 

“Well, would you mind if I went swimming?”

“No,” Shaking his head, he sighs.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, baby. That’s totally fine.”

This is a new side to him that you’ve never seen before. For some reason, it’s like you’re unwrapping another layer of vulnerability. 

“Maybe you’ll have fun watching me swim.” Leaning in, you kiss his cheek before standing.

Briefly, he wonders what you mean. But his questions are answered when you walk over to the ladder again, untying your top and letting it drop. Immediately, his eyes widen, watching the swells of your breasts bounce down, released from the confines of your thin straps. 

“Holy shit.” 

His reaction makes you buzz inside, your feet carrying you down the ladder as you hum. You’ve never done something like this before, but honestly, there isn’t much risk. There’s no one around for miles, no other boats or people, just the two of you and the water. 

The water is cold, a pleasant shiver against your warm skin. It’s a crystal-clear blue that you’ve never seen before, not back in the states. The scenery is gorgeous, genuinely entrancing. All you can hear is the sound of wildlife, mainly the surrounding birds that take up home on the cliffs surrounding the shores. Looking away from shore, you’re only able to see water, and nothing more. The ocean extends for miles, but strangely, it’s not an intimidating feeling. It’s comforting. 

Turning your head back toward the boat, you’re greeted by your gawking boyfriend. It makes you bust out into laughter, limbs rotating as you gracefully tread water. He’s hanging onto the railing, leaning against it while he watches you swim.

“I swear,” Shaking his head, he sighs. “You’re the fucking devil.”

Scoffing, your jaw drops. “Thanks.” 

“You know what I mean.” He’d roll his eyes, but he doesn’t want to miss a second of this. “Little fucking seductress.” 

“Oh, yeah?” You return, voice taunting him. Maybe you should show him how seductive you can be. 

Reaching down, your fingers find the strings of your bottoms, easily untying them beneath the delicate waves. And in one swipe, they’re off, too, leaving you completely bare before him. 

Beneath the wobbling outlines and sprinkles of bright light bouncing off the water’s surface, David can see your body. And you look heavenly, like a genuine goddess swimming through some kind of spring. The way your hair flows through the water is angelic, graceful, in the same way your limbs swipe through the sea. 

All Dave can currently think about is how lucky he is. Carol would have never done anything like this, not even when they were dating. And it’s not even about you being more adventurous than her, you’re just more fun than her. More fun and kind, sweeter, more attentive. You’re everything he’s needed in life. He’s thinking about that, and all the ways he could rail you tonight. 

On your end, you’re thinking the exact same things. No man has ever come close to treating you the way that Dave does. It’s like he can’t get enough of you. When you climb back onto the boat, he’s all over you, wrapping you in a towel and pulling you into his lap again, sucking on your tits while palming your ass. 

“Baby,” With your fingers tugging hard at his hair, he groans, teeth grazing your nipple. 

You were in the water all but ten minutes before he nearly jumped in with you. And you didn’t really feel like saving a life today. If only you knew David would be taking multiple tomorrow. 

“You’ll be okay, baby.” He’s kissing your forehead, trying to pry his arm away from you.

With all your might, you’re refusing to let him leave. And he’s not even leaving the suite yet, he just needs to start getting dressed.

“No.”

“Babe, I -”

“No.”

And then he chuckles out a sigh. “C’mon, baby. At least let me get ready for the day.” 

It’s just been too perfect, this entire time has been bliss. Your first night in the suite together was beyond peaceful. You’d kept the balcony doors open, the breeze sweeping through the drapes and into your room. It was warm, the air traveling through, surrounding the two of you in a comfortable blanket of atmosphere. And he was so lovey with you, cuddling you endlessly, kissing your head and refusing to let you go. He just couldn't stop holding you. David’s love language is definitely touch - he needs contact. Caressing your arm, your back, kissing your cheek, stroking your fingers, petting your hair, he always had to be touching you. He’s enamored with you. And with anyone else, you’d consider this kind of love to be smothering. With David, it’s anything but. 

Reluctantly, you let go of him, huffing out an exaggerated breath. Absentmindedly, you wonder if you’ll be able to have breakfast with him. After all, he told you it’d be a busy day.

“So,” He begins, his voice louder as he speaks from the bathroom. “I’m leaving around noon, so I’ve got a little less than an hour to make it there. Should be fine.” Shrugging on his work clothes, he does up his buttons before working on his tie. Then he’ll wash his face, brush his teeth, and do his hair. “I’ll be about a half hour away, but I’m sure you’ll be fine, baby. I’ll give you my card, okay? You can do anything you like, buy whatever you want. Have a… a ‘you’ day.”

He’s trying his damndest to convince you to stay out long enough for him to complete this task and shower before you get back. He needs to clean himself and the suite and any evidence, and he can’t do that if you’re anywhere near here.

“Okay,” You mumble, tracing the patterns on the bedspread. 

“Maybe if you find some cool places, we can visit them together tomorrow.” Walking back into the room, he offers you a sympathetic smile while tightening his tie. “I’m sorry about me leaving, sweetheart. But it won’t be for long. A few hours at most, okay?”

Sighing, you sit up, deciding to ready yourself for the day, too. “Okay.” 

And by the time you brush your teeth, he’s kissing your cheek and leaving. It feels domestically sweet, this departure, and you find yourself hoping for more of these moments in the future. But then sadness hits you again. You’ll have to find a way to busy yourself while he’s gone. 

Your phone offers a wide variety of shops and cafes, all cute and quirky and very much different than the ones in the states. You know enough Spanish to get around, thankfully, and after dressing yourself in a beige midi-dress, you head out. 

When you pictured this trip in your head, you imagined walking down these streets while holding David’s hand, not your handbag. But like he said, he can sight-see with you tomorrow. Maybe you can find some extra cute spaces to bring him to. Maybe you could even take a few pictures together, although they’re just more secrets to keep. 

“Coffee Small Orinx,” Staring up at the sign, you can already smell the beans brewing inside. And even though it’s not the morning, you decide to take a trip in to get a small coffee. 

The cafe is small, the interior decorated in an elegant yet cozy fashion. It feels strange, being out by yourself in a new city, a new country. It’s like you could be an entirely different person and no one would know. 

The only downside to getting a coffee here is the small spill you have when sitting down. “Shit.”

It drips down the rim and onto the table, a few splashes landing on your cream-colored dress. And against the lighter fabric, the coffee appears to be a dark orange-ish red, something fading to a burnt brown. A shade extremely similar to the one covering Dave right now. 

“You said this would be easy.”

“I fucking thought it would be.” 

But dragging two full-grown bodies out of a building while attempting to be discrete wasn’t as easy as Resnik apparently thought it would be. 

“You put us in some deep fucking shit.” David seethes. Barely two hours in and he’s already covered in blood. 

Quick fix my ass. 

“Look, Ari’s coming with the bags, alright?” 

“Bags big enough to fit a body?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Turning with a huff, Dave rubs his forehead, accidentally smearing blood across his temple. “Motherfucker.” 

He’ll definitely have to throw this entire outfit away. What was supposed to be a quick “meeting” was a total bust. These two lawyers could fight back, and hard. It didn’t knock him too far off his game, though. They were still the ones to end up dead. But now, he has their blood on his chest and neck, soaked into and soiling his clothes. He’s not even sure how he’s going to get back to the suite like this. 

Pulling out his phone, he chews on the corner of his lip, drawing blood from all the tension. He finds your location, discovering that you’ve returned to one of the nearby cafes. Dave figures if he’s quick, he can clean up before you get back. 

“Alright, look.” Closing his phone, he turns back around, shoving it into his front pocket. “I gotta go. Can you and Ari handle this?”

“Oh yeah, you have that girl with you, don’t you?” Resnik smirks, toying with him.

“Yeah, that girl.” Dave repeats, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be idiots. Take care of it.” 

Usually, he’d snap back at a remark like that, especially considering it was about you. But he’ll let that one go. Right now, he just needs to get back to your temporary home. 

And taking Ari’s jacket helps him do just that. Zipping it up over his bloody clothes, he stomps toward the door, unphased by the assault that just took place. 

He doesn’t risk taking a taxi, he just jogs through a few back alleys. While he told you he’d be further away, it was a lie, a small one, really. He wanted you to feel free to explore by yourself; he didn’t want you to feel like you needed to depend on him. When in reality, he was barely a five minute walk away. He would never let himself be so far from you, especially in a foreign country. 

Whipping out his phone again, he double checks that you’re still out of the suite, and he’s right. You must really like that cafe, because you’ve been there for the past forty-five minutes. He’ll look into that later. Right now, he just needs to clean himself off. 

Frantically, he busts through the front door of the suite, sweaty and out of breath. Quickly, he kicks off his shoes while unzipping Ari’s jacket, not wanting to track any evidence through the room. Chest heaving, he steps forward, turning the corner as he strides toward the bathroom. But just as quick as he does that, he nearly runs right into you. 

“Oh, Dave I… oh my god.” 

His eyes nearly pop out of his goddamn head. Why and how the fuck are you here?! Fuck, fuck. You weren’t supposed to know.

“Baby, what happened?!” Reaching out to touch him, he flinches away, not wanting some random man’s blood to get on your hands. “Baby, please, let me help. Are you, are you okay? What happened?! Oh my gosh!” Your voice is slowly but surely growing shrill and frantic, eyes searching his body with a wild desperation. You’re trying to find out where the blood is coming from. 

Gently, David grabs your wrists, pushing them away from him. “I’m, I’m fine.” But as cool, calm and collected as he usually is, he crumbles. He’s faltering, cracking open on the inside. This has never happened to him before, never. What the fuck is he supposed to do?

“Please, let me help, I - ”

“Just… stop!” He suddenly shouts, and watching you flinch at his change in tone is physically painful for him. 

Instantly, he knows what this reaction is from. It’s from Carol, from all those years of having to defend himself. And he can see this downfall coming as it’s currently unfolding, but he can’t stop it. 

“You don’t have to fix everything, okay?! Just leave me alone!”

“David…” You’re officially bewildered. Why is he reacting this way? Where did all this blood come from? What the hell is going on?! 

“Why are you even here? You’re supposed to be out! You were at a cafe twenty minutes ago!” At this point, he’s flailing his arms all over the place, making wild gestures while he yells. This isn’t the David you know. 

“What, how… how did you even know that?”

Jesus, he’s just letting all sorts of things slip today. “Are you just going to keep berating me with questions?!”

This entire interaction has you genuinely confused, shocked, and even scared. You’re worried for him, and yourself quite frankly. All you’re doing in this strange argument is running in circles, and what hurts more is that it’s your very first fight. 

Shaking the confusion out of your head, you hold up both hands. “David, okay,” Taking in a deep breath, you look up again, locking eyes with him. “What is going on?” 

“No, don’t turn this around on - ” He’s trying his best to avoid this. But his best isn’t nearly good enough.

“David.” You interrupt, your voice stern and loud and finally enough to shut him up. “Where did all that blood come from?”

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MBFD - Chapter Ten: Even When Apart

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of separation/divorce, reader descriptions, dirty talk, sexting, male masturbation, spanking, praise kink, mentions of oral (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex.

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A/N: soooo we planned out this chapter a hot minute ago, and expected it to be way longer. But I hope you enjoy it anyway my babies <3 I feel like having 14k chapters and then 6k chapters is a running theme in this series lmao

Also, sorry for the late post lovelies. But if you know me, you should know it’s a regular thing 😂😭

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“John,” He nods, walking down the hall. Just barely, the coffee in his to-go cup swishes inside, the contents still boiling. 

His coworker returns the friendly gesture with a smile on his face, asking briefly, “Dave, how’re the kids?” 

All he does is shrug, putting on a brave face. “Can’t complain.” But that’s the end of it. 

As he expected, life’s been shit since you left again. But he understands, he can’t exactly live at your apartment forever. At least, not yet. He has considered it, though. Over the past few days, he’s been researching homes, mainly condos and townhouses. It’s not likely that he’ll be sharing a home with Carol and his daughters for much longer, and maybe you’d be willing to move with him. But Dave’s waiting to bring all of this up. He thinks it will be best to do so toward the end of your trip. Which is in about… shit, three days. He can’t fucking wait. 

David is well aware that he’s living in a fantasy land. The two of you living together? Officially? It blows his mind to even think about it. At that point, Molly would have to know. There’d be no hiding it. But for now, he’s ignoring all of that. He’s choosing to bask in the peace you bring him. 

Settling in at his desk, he releases a heavy breath. Honestly, he doesn’t need to be here this early - he hasn’t needed to stay so late, either. But it gives him time away from the anxiety surrounding his family, and in turn, helps him relax. He’s good at his job and truthfully, figuring out how to quietly and expertly remove people from their own lives is easier than dealing with his current familial stress. It does, however, have one downside. It takes time away from you. 

“Oooh, who misses you?”

Immediately, you’re snatching your phone out of Angela’s hand, staring down at the screen to see the text Dave sent. Eyes widening, you feel a sense of heat run through your cheeks, and Molly notices, too. 

“It’s probably just Anthony.” Rolling her eyes, she moves into her next stretch, preparing for today’s warm-ups. 

“No, it’s not. I told you I’m done talking to him.” Trying to dull your annoyance, you turn back to your screen, smirking ever so slightly. He misses me? 

Frowning, Molly leans upright once again. “Well then who the hell is it?”

The quiet that follows seems to infuriate your closest friend, because she’s immediately trotting over to snatch your phone from your hand.

“Molly!”

“Miss you, princess.” She reads out loud, raising a brow. “How come I don’t know about this?” It’s easy to see now that Molly isn’t angry, she’s sad. She assumed you’d tell her about your next relationship. And all at once, the guilt you’d been pushing down for weeks bubbles into your throat again. 

“I, well, I just… I’m…” 

“That’s funny,” She cuts in, staring at the screen. “My dad’s name is Dave.” 

At first, you feel like an idiot. You really couldn't have changed his name? But as soon as Molly starts giggling, you release all your anxieties in one breath. 

“That’s so weird, is he my dad’s age, too?” She jokes, tossing your phone back to you while returning to her position. 

Chewing on the corner of your lip, you close your phone, shoving it into your backpack. “Maybe.”

“Wait, really?” Spinning on her heels, she darts back over, sitting on the floor in front of you. And a few other girls scooch in, too.

“Of course you’d be the one to go for older men.” Nora chimes in, causing you to turn your head.

“What? Why?” 

“Maybe it is Molly’s dad.” And now, everyone is turning to Lexi. “What? It could be!”

“Yeah, right.” Molly snorts, rolling her eyes. “Like that would ever happen.”

“It’s not her dad!” God damn, this is frustrating. 

“Whatever,” Molly groans, patting her hand on your knee. “Just tell us about him!”

Side-eyeing her, you grin, quickly glancing down at your hands. You almost can’t keep it in, your relationship with him. Not when everyone is so eager to know. Hell, you can do this, you can still keep this a secret. 

“Well… he is older. And, I don’t know… we’re still kind of… new.”

“Have you said I love you?”

“Well, yeah…”

“Awe! Wait, who said it first?” The girls seem ecstatic, but you can tell Molly is still pretty hurt. 

“Um… he did.” Your heart beats a little harder, thinking back to that night. 

“So it’s definitely not new.” Lexi adds with a few of your girls agreeing. 

“So, his name is Dave?” Molly inquires further, trying to ask the important questions. If you’re telling this guy that you love him, she should know more about him. “How did you guys meet?”

“Oh my gosh, what does he look like?!” Angela unexpectedly butts in. 

“We have a… a mutual… friend.” It’s all you could come up with. “And he’s tall, way taller than me. He has light brown hair and dark brown eyes…” Trailing off, you find yourself caught up in the thought of him. “He’s pretty strong…”

“You said he’s older, right?”

“Mhm,” Nodding, you shake yourself out of your thoughts. You just had an overnight trip with him not too long ago, you should be able to focus on your personal life. 

“Does he have a dad bod?” She’s grinning wildly, and now, every head is turned toward you. “Is he big?”

“Angela!” You scoff, still smiling. “Yeah, he has a dad bod…” Replying with a laugh, you turn away. 

“And?”

Raising a brow, you turn to face your teammates. “You think I’d be with him if he wasn’t big?” 

Everyone is giggling like little school girls, but Molly still can’t shake the feeling of being lied to. Why haven’t you told her about this? Are you not as close as she thought? 

“Go stretch!” You demand with a grin, shaking them off. “We have warm-ups in ten.” 

On the other side of town, Dave smiles down at his phone. Once you’d gotten a moment to yourself, you responded to him. I miss you too. 

He hasn’t seen your pretty face in days, not in person, at least. But he’s been thanking the lord for SnapIt. Wait, no… Snapchat? Whatever it is, it’s been his only way of actually seeing you. At home and in the office, he can forget about personal calls and video chats. But cute selfies and quick videos easily make up for all of that. 

“Jesus,” Giving his head a quick shake, he sighs, staring down at the video you just sent. 

You’re in the bathroom, the camera fixed on your reflection in the mirror. That smile lights up his entire life, and prompts his own to form, too. And while the short clip might seem sweet, it’s less than innocent. What you’re wearing immediately sets him off. 

“Remember this, daddy?” Comes your cute, girly little voice. 

With one hand on your phone, the other finds the edge of your skirt, twirling it slightly. Of course he remembers it, how could he not? The last time he saw you in your cheer outfit was when he came on it. 

His response is pretty simple, a picture of his work pants. Well, a specific spot on his work pants. With his hand holding his semi-hard crotch, he captions it with, think I’d ever forget? 

“Hey,”

“Shit!” Nearly jumping out of your skin, you turn, seeing Molly. “Oh, h-hey, hey Goof.”

She smiles sheepishly, “Texting Dave?”

For a split second, your eyes widen. But then you remember, she now knows your boyfriend’s name. How… strange. 

“Um, yeah.” It comes out as an awkward chuckle, quick to close your phone and put it away. 

“I… I was wondering.” Staring at the floor, she swallows, unsure of how to start this conversation. “Why haven’t you told me?”

“About Dave?”

“Yeah.” She nods, finally returning her gaze to you. “Did I, I mean… have I done something wrong?”

“What? No! No, not at all, Molly!”

“It’s just… I don’t know. You’re already saying I love you to each other, and… I just don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me about it.” 

Jesus Christ, what the hell are you going to tell her? Is this when it happens? When everything just comes out? When your insides spill out of your mouth like word vomit? Every single secret you’ve been hiding, now rushing to the surface?

“Honestly,” Laughing away your anxieties, you shrug. “I thought you’d think it was… too fast. After Anthony.” Okay, that was good. That was smooth. 

“Really?” Raising a brow, she shifts her stance. “I hate that guy. You being with literally anyone else is better than you being with him.”

You chuckle, eyes wandering. Not anyone else.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide things from me.” Shrugging, she steps closer to you. “That’s all.”

Offering your best smile, you wrap her in a big hug. “Thanks, Goof.” 

And you want to stay true to your friendship, you don’t want to lie to her. There are days where you’ve thought about the outcome of your secret relationship, and it’s really torn you to pieces. In the end, you figure it’s best if she doesn’t know. Maybe it’s best if she never knows. 

A few buzzes from your phone end your brief moment, with Molly now back away. Pulling out your phone, you glance down, watching the screen light up with Dave’s name. 

“Well… I guess I’ll let you get back to it.” She chuckles, acknowledging the notifications. 

It’s weird, her finally knowing about this. And although she doesn’t know everything about this, her knowing some of it sort of… normalizes it. But you’re not exactly sure that’s a good thing. 

Before you can get a response out, she’s walking away. “Tell Dave I say hi.” She grins, shutting the door behind her. Now that comment, makes your insides twist tight. 

Doing as he says, you open the app, seeing another notification from him. And inside, you’re already full of butterflies, thinking about what he’s sent. 

This time, it’s a video. It starts out in the same position as the photo he sent, directed at his covered lap. But now, his hand is moving, slowly undoing his belt before pulling it open. Thick fingers then move to his zipper, pulling it down to reveal the pretty periwinkle underneath. But then it abruptly ends. Frowning, you close the app to message him, wondering if he’d intended to send more. But just before you can, another video loads. 

Groaning, David sighs, pulling himself out of his light purple boxers. He’s red, already dripping down the sag of his foreskin. Pulling it back, you can hear him gasp, a quiet noise as he holds himself in hand. 

“I miss you, baby.” His voice is low, but sweet. Gliding his thumb over the tip, he sighs again. “Miss the way you feel around me…” 

You’ve already spent at least ten minutes in here, so you’ll need to do this quick. And be creative. It’s not like you can just get naked in the middle of the bathroom, and you definitely don’t have the time for that. But Dave isn’t exactly a hard man to please. 

“Fuck me.” 

He thought the two of you were just having fun together, sending these messages back and forth. Sure he’d touched himself in a video for you, but he had no real intention of actually getting himself off. That is, until you sent an upskirt picture of yourself to him.

Your cheer uniform is clearly visible, and with your panties tugged to the side, he can see you perfectly. The smooth pinkness of your skin, just barely glistening for him. Jesus, he misses that, misses how it feels and tastes and smells. Fuck, he’ll have to convince you to give him your panties again, especially if you’re not sure when you’ll next see him.

Making sure to screenshot the image, he pulls it up in his photos, no longer having the Snapchat timer on it. Spitting into his palm, he stares at the screen, at the beautiful picture of your sweet, tiny pussy. It’s his, it’s all his, the entirety of your body. Your gorgeous tits and smooth thighs, the plumpness of your ass. All he wants to do is touch you, feel and grab on your most sensitive places. He loves your hips, loves digging his fingers into the thin skin, especially when he’s fucking you. Jesus Christ, it’s all he can think of, bending you over and taking you from behind, fucking you in his car, in the basement lounge of his home, anywhere secluded enough for him to have you.

Tugging on himself, he releases a rough sigh. Even though he has an entire office to himself, he still wants to keep quiet. He has absolutely no idea who could be walking the halls. Truthfully, though, it’s hard to do so when he has a woman half his age sending pictures from between her thighs. 

His head tilts back, resting on the upper portion of his chair as he spreads his legs further. Thrusting up into his palm, he gasps, continuously brushing the flat of his thumb over his leaking head. He just loves how you play with it, how you tug his foreskin back to suck and lick on it. The next time he sees you, he’ll demand it, shove you down onto your knees until you’re gagging on him. It’s what he’s wanted for days, it’s what he needs. 

Spit isn’t enough to be an adequate lubricant, nowhere near as slick as your cunt. It’s amazing to him, just how slippery you get, just how desperately you want for him. And he knows if you were here, you’d be doing this for him. 

Slamming the phone down on his desk, he finds his breaths becoming ragged, using his now free hand to cup his scrotum. He fondles the softness of it, imagining it to be you while he jerks off into his hand. Internally, he’s thinking about your mouth, about the way you swallow him. Even when he cums, you’re sucking it down, urging it to the back of your throat and Christ, just the thought of it is enough for him. 

It’s incredible how sensitive he gets, especially when he cums. He has to bite into his lower lip to keep himself at bay, to keep those whimpers from slipping out. Thrusting up into his own hand, he groans, eyes pitching shut with his brows furrowing just above. His mouth hands agape, unable to think about anything other than your pretty face. He can feel it oozing down the side of his hand, seeping into the cracks between each fingers, leaking over his knuckles. He never used to cum so much before you. 

“F-Fuck,” He grunts out, eyes shooting open to look down. 

Slowing his pace, he takes a breath, staring at his mess. Some of the warm, white goo is on his boxers, even his work pants, too. But he’s not frustrated about that. He’s annoyed about something else entirely. 

“Should’ve filmed that.” 

It’d be for the best that you accept her offer, you want to reassure her that your friendship is as strong as ever. But you just can’t bring yourself to. Dave’s presence is nowhere in that house, but Carol sure as hell is. She’s always complaining, whether it’s about Dave, or her work, or her friends, it’s always something. It’s never-ending. And you just don’t feel like dealing with that right now.

“I think I’m okay today, but thanks for askin’.” Is your final response, alongside a grateful smile. 

“You sure?” Molly inquires, shifting her bag on her shoulder. “You don’t want to hangout today?”

“Not today, babe. But we will sometime this week, I promise.” 

Honestly, you’d like to get home and eat. It’s been a long day, with an early practice and then another after your classes. You’ve barely had time for a latte and some crackers, and you’re starting to feel woozy from it. 

“I need to get home and eat. Talk to you later!” And with that, you’re hopping in your Jeep. 

Some days, it’s easy to get caught up in the world around you. With school and work and cheer and pom, Dave occasionally falls to the wayside. Even though you’ve been missing some classes and practices lately… But while these days come and go, he always wiggles back in somehow. Today had been busy, you weren’t able to respond to him after your flirty morning messages. But now that you’re driving home, finally on your way to relaxation, your head is full of him again. 

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey!” You’re giddy all over again, just hearing his voice. You’d decided to call instead of text, you missed his voice. “How are you?”

“Tired,” He groans, staring down at the paperwork he’d been tasked with. “How are you?”

“Tired, too. But I'm finally on my way home, think I’ll take a day off tomorrow. This week has been draining me.” 

“Just remember, we’ll get a break soon.” Smirking, he traces an imaginary shape onto his desk, sighing. 

“What do you mean?”

“Our trip, we’re leaving on Thursday.”

“Holy shit, I completely forgot! Fuck, I need a break.”

“You’ll get one soon, princess.”

The way he says it makes you sigh, releasing the stress of your day. His voice is smooth and reassuring, deep and just a little bit gravely. 

“I miss you.” 

“I know, honey. But I’ll see you soon.” 

“Tonight?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I’m pretty busy, I’ll probably be home late.” 

Immediately, you have the thought of visiting him. You’ve never gone up to his work, you haven’t really had a reason to. But maybe you could surprise him today. 

“Okay, babe. Just get some rest, okay?”

“Sure, baby.” He chuckles, checking the time on his wrist. “We can talk more later, okay?”

“Okay,” Pouting, you pull into your parking lot, wishing the call didn’t have to end. 

“I love you, sweetheart.” He says it with intention, like he’s apologizing for your time apart. 

“I love you, too.” And while your response isn’t said as sweetly, he accepts it, promising to text you soon. 

As soon as the call ends, you’re scurrying inside to see what food you have. Instead of just visiting him, you figure you’ll bring him some dinner. He did say he was busy, maybe he hasn’t had the chance to eat yet. 

Thinking back to the first time he stayed in your apartment, you remember one of his favorite meals. Easily enough, you find noodles and alfredo sauce in the cupboard, and some frozen chicken in the freezer. 

“Who?”

“Dave York… does he, does he not work here?” It’s the third time you’ve had to ask for him, and everyone’s been acting super strange. 

“No, he does, he does. I just… are you one of his daughters?” And now, you freeze up. “I haven’t seen you before.”

“I’m… a friend. Can you just tell me where to find him, please?” Did it have to be that big of a deal?

Though, you suppose it should be a big deal. This isn’t just any office, it’s the office for the Central Intelligence Agency. Maybe you should’ve thought this through. 

“Sure… just let me give him a call. What was your name?”

Sighing, you hand your ID to the man at the front desk, watching him eye it while picking up the phone. He dials a quick number, Dave’s voice heard on the other end almost immediately. 

“Yeah, I’ve got a younger woman here that’s asking for you.”

At this, he sounds flustered, though you can’t quite make out what he’s saying. But then this man is repeating your name, and he goes silent. Shit, is he upset that you’re here? Maybe this was a bad idea. Shit, shit. 

“Ma’am?”

“Hm? Yes?” Startled out of your worried haze, the man says, “You can go in. He’s right down that hall, and to your right. Office number twenty-nine.” 

Raising your brows, you feel a surge of adrenaline burst inside. “Oh… okay, thank you.”

You’re very suddenly intimidated by your surroundings. Everything looks so… professional, monochrome colors and sleek lines, engraved name cards and security surveillance at every turn. Regardless, you make your way down, albeit with timid steps. And when you’re at his door, you take in a deep breath. Gulping, you lift your hand, knuckles knocking shyly against the door. 

“Come in.” His voice is deep, loud, demanding that you enter. 

Slowly, you twist the knob, urging the hunk of wood forward. Peaking your head inside, you’re met with an abundance of dark wood and grays. Wooden side tables and shelves, and further in, a dark wooden desk, too. 

“H-Hey, hi.” Grinning sheepishly, you fully make your way in, closing the door behind you. 

“Hey…” Standing from his desk, you’re not quite sure how to read his expression. Both hands fall to his shirt, fiddling with his buttons. “What…” Walking toward you, he exhales a nervous breath. “What’re you doing here?” 

“I, well…” Lifting the tupperware in your hand, you glance down, explaining, “I wanted to bring you dinner.” 

As soon as he sees it, his eyes are wide, lips parting slightly. “You… brought me dinner?”

“Mhm, I made it. It’s chicken alfredo, I… I thought you’d like it.”

“Baby,” And the way he says it prompts your eyes to return to him. “Thank you.” 

He takes the container so gingerly that you’d assume it was glass if you didn’t already know better. Spinning on his heels, he sets it on his desk, just as quickly turning back to you.

“Oh!”

“Thank you, baby.” Reaching out, he pulls you tightly into his arms, heart beating out of his chest. You can feel it against your own, your hands sliding up to wrap around his neck.

“Of course,” You’re flush from his reaction, beyond happy to see him this way. “I’m so glad you’re happy to see me.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asks, loosening his grip to kiss your forehead. And then he’s turning, walking back to his desk.

“I don’t know, I’ve just never been here before and I got… nervous.” 

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” He’s chuckling, opening up the container and grabbing the silverware you brought with it. 

Slinking into one of the chairs before his desk, you grin, watching him dig in. And in this brief lull, you take a look around his office, having wondered what it’d be like in here. All the lights are warm-toned, his shelves full of novels and his desk incredibly clean. Usually though, it’s quite messy. He’s lucky his secretary called first, it gave him time to hide a few things before you came in. 

“Did you eat?”

“Yeah, I ate at home. Don’t worry about me.” 

All he can do is stop and stare at you, smiling sweetly. No one’s ever been so thoughtful toward him before. In all their years of marriage, Carol never thought to do this. And if she did, she never followed through on it. 

“You’re so sweet, honey.” 

“Yeah well I try.” You respond, rolling your eyes with a grin. 

With an ounce of confidence, you stand, making your way behind his desk. Wrapping your arms around him from behind his chair, you lean down, kissing his cheek. 

“I was a little bit nervous, if I’m being honest.”

“Why?”

“Well, everyone knows I’m married, baby.” He laughs, thinking that was obvious. “And now I have some young girl bringing me food.” 

Shrugging, you grin. “Maybe they’ll be impressed.” 

Setting down his fork, he grins, turning a bit. “C’mere.” Grabbing hold of your hips, he pulls you into his lap, your back pressing against his chest. “I’m impressed.”

“With what?” You giggle, feeling his lips dragging over your neck. 

“How caring you are, baby.” Kissing your neck, he grins, hands unwilling to move from your hips. “I’m lucky to have you.” 

Tilting your head back onto his shoulder, you sigh. “I’ve missed this.”

“I know…” Dave groans, “I can’t wait to take you on this trip, do whatever I want with you for days.” 

“You could do whatever you want with me right now.” You return, eyeing him from the side. 

As if the sound was meant to directly ruin your moment, his work phone rings. And then, a notification pops up on his laptop. A work meeting.

“Yeah, not while talking to my bosses.” 

Frowning, you release a pouty huff. “Could I maybe… stay? I’ll be quiet, I promise!”

At first, he’s inclined to say no. He isn’t sure what this meeting is about, but… he could always take it on his AirPods, too. 

“Sure, baby. Just keep quiet, okay?”

Your face lights up at his words, nodding enthusiastically. Darting to the side, you grab a chair, pulling it up beside him. It takes all but two seconds for him to connect the call, popping in one of the small, white earbuds. 

It’s cute, really, how sweetly you cuddle up to him. But can you help it? Going days without him feels like a fucking crime. And since he’s not on camera, you really can snuggle him, looping an arm around his and nuzzling into his shoulder. 

Smiling, he enters the chat, happy to hear it’s about the upcoming trip. “Yeah, the tickets are set. Resnik checked into the hotel already, I’ll be meeting him early Friday. Yep, leaving Thursday night.” 

He’s going through the facts, just running over the plan, but even though the conversation is mundane, you couldn’t be more entertained. The smooth melody of his voice lulls you into relaxation, that baritone sound rumbling in his throat. 

Something about laying on the sturdiness of him, listening to him converse nonchalantly with his coworkers, it’s healing your inner child. Even though he’s at work, clearly busy, he still wants you here. He still does his best to make sure you know you’re loved. 

“Come here.”

“Sh!” You giggle, moving with him. “We have to be quiet!”

“I know that.” Dave grunts in response, pulling you into his body again. 

It all happened so quickly, him waking you up before leaving the office. You’re shocked that you fell asleep in the first place. Thinking back, you weren’t even that tired. Maybe he just made you that comfortable. 

“Doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun with you.” He finishes, biting into your neck. 

After he woke you up, he suggested that you come back to his home. Truthfully, it’s become far too easy for this to take place, for you to fuck Molly’s dad just down the hall from her bedroom. Coming home past midnight, he’s certain that his family will be asleep. And as long as you’re out before six the next morning, you’re in the clear. And anyways, he’d missed having you in his bed, beneath his body and hands. There was a point where you’d told him that you wanted a home, a home to share with him. And after that, he kind of lost it. 

At first, it was innocent, the two of you snuggling in your undies together. He locked the door after you were both inside, releasing a contended breath once he finally got to hold you. Dave wrapped the covers around the two of you, settling into his bed. But then you were shifting, trying to get ‘comfortable’, all while grinding back against him. 

“You know what I can’t stop thinking about? Your gorgeous fucking mouth,” Reaching up, he covers it with his palm, hissing into your ear, “And all the sexy sounds it makes.��

He’s holding you from behind, having shoved your panties to the side. Slipping himself out of his boxers, he slides along the slickness of your sex, grunting hot breaths directly into your ear. 

“Jesus, baby, you don’t understand. You can’t do that to me, you can’t grind that perfect ass against me. I just, fuck, I cum so fucking easy with you.”

And while he’s talking, only riling himself up, you’re still doing it, shoving yourself back against him. Both of your hands are clinging to his forearm, lungs doing their best to release quiet breaths. 

“Every time you leave, I think about you, baby. I think about you every goddamn second of the day. Think about your beautiful lips, tapping the head of my dick against them.” And that’s when you release your first, true moan, eyes fluttering just above his hand. “You want it, princess? You want me?”

It’s a smile whine, one accompanied with a nod, that you give in response. And with one small slip, barely adjusting the angle of his hips, he’s sliding in. It feels like it’s been forever since you felt him, the thickness of him splitting you open from behind. 

“Talk to me,” He finally gives in, taking his hand away. “Talk to me, baby.”

“Baby,” You nearly squeal, feeling his hips thrust into you. All at once, he’s forcing you to take him, every inch. And it burns but it feels just right. “Fuck, I need this.”

“C’mon,” Dave grunts, teeth dragging along your neck. Sliding one hand down, he smacks your outer thigh, demanding, “Grind yourself against me.” And like always, you give in. 

“More, daddy.” Already, your breaths have turned heavy, feeling his hips rotate against your ass. The sting of his slap still radiates along your skin, his fingers now pressing into the plump muscles he can’t seem to get enough of. 

“I can’t wait to give you more, I’ll give you everything.” He promises, huffing out a deep moan. “When we’re on our trip, I’ll taste you everyday, every goddamn day.”

“David,” He’s pumping himself into you, meeting the smooth rotation of your hips. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to have your mouth on my cock again. Shove it down your throat and make you look up at me while you swallow.” He can’t even begin to tell you about the fantasies he’s dreamt up about this trip. “I can’t wait to take you with me.” 

“I…” Sighing, you smile. “I can’t wait, daddy.”

“Daddy’ll give you whatever you want, okay, baby? Whatever you need, it’s yours, it’s yours, princess. Fuck.” Sliding his hand down, he fondles your chest, gripping you in hand. “Maybe I can show you off, take you to some beaches and clubs.”

“R-Really?”

“Fuck yes, you think I’d pass up that opportunity?” You hate to say it, but feeling like a prize to him is making you drip. “Let everyone see the sexy little thing that’s with me… Fuck, you can be so dirty, can’t you, baby? Sending me pictures of your pussy, huh? Letting me see up your cheer skirt?”

“I, I want that. Want you to do that.”

“I already have.”

“No, baby…”

“What?” Pressing his nose into your cheek, he groans. “What do you need?”

“Want you to do that at our next game.” And you almost can’t help the wicked smile that forms on your face. 

“Yeah? At halftime? Just like how we first met?”

“Yes, baby.” The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls is almost too much when coupled with his words. And before you even realize it, your hips are stuttering in their motion.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Another harsh spank, one loud enough for you to worry. 

“Daddy,” 

“You like that?”

“You know I do.”

You can feel his stubble scratching along your jawline and cheek, his lips insistent in their kisses. But then he’s lowering himself, finding and then sucking on your neck.

“Do you like it, daddy? You like being inside me?”

“Fuck,” It’s a growl, one vibrating over your throat. 

At this point, he’s slapping his hips against you, diving deeper every time. 

“I loved sitting in your lap, daddy. Maybe I can do that more often at your office.”

“Maybe you can do a little more than that.”

You’re pulsing around him, trying to quiet your shrill gasps. Molly and Alice are just down the hall, and so is Carol. And to think you’re fucking their dad makes you hot all over again. It’s become so exciting. Hell, who are you kidding? It’s always been exciting. 

“I love you, sweetheart. You were meant for this, you were made for me. Even when apart, I still want you. I still need you.”

“I need you, David.” Clinging to his forearm, you release a soft moan, feeling his tip punch against your most sensitive spot. “I love you.”

“B-Baby,” He suddenly stutters, holding you tighter in his grasp. And you almost can’t breathe from it, can’t think of anything else but him. 

“I know, daddy. Will you cum inside me?” 

“Jesus,” Eyes rolling back, he grunts. “You’re perfect for me.”

The sloppy sound of your meeting sexes makes your face burn, and if it weren’t for the loud fan in David’s room, you’d be worried. It makes you grateful for the times you get at your apartment, where you can be as loud and sloppy as you want. And you’re sure this vacation won’t be any different. 

“I’m gonna take you with me,” He promises breathlessly, eyes pinching shut. His tongue is laving over your neck, lips kissing your jawline and cheek, moaning sweetly, desperately into your ear. “I can’t wait to take you with me.” In less than three sharp thrusts, he’s spilling into you, feeling the hot liquid rush out of his tip. It shoots into your center, the gooiness of it coating your insides white. His muscles turn to jelly, his once steady breaths now faltering, especially when you shove your hips back against him. 

“I love you,” He proclaims through his high, his voice and chest straining as he speaks to you. “I love you, sweetheart. You’re mine.” 

“I know,” You promise in return, nuzzling back into his barely-covered body. “I know, baby. And you’re mine.” Reaching around, your fingers find that soft, light brown hair, finding gentle purchase with it. 

“You’ll always be with me, I promise.” Kissing the shell of your ear, David sighs, basking in the sensation of your fingers in his hair. “Princess, I’ll take you everywhere.” 

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MBFD - Chapter Nine: A New Source of Light

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of infidelity, domestic arguments, mentions/discussions of divorce and separation, semi-public nudity, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, degradation (use of the word ‘whore’), oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex 

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Frantically, he searches for your pants, the leggings you discarded onto the car’s floor. Reaching forward, Dave grabs them, using the fabric to shield your body from his coworker’s eyes. Immediately, your face is shoved into the slope of his neck, your entire body burning from embarrassment. Your arms wrap tightly around him, your body stiffening over his lap. And he feels this; he knows how comfortable you are. 

“Shit.”

When Resnik doesn’t see anyone in the front seats, he takes another step, peering into the backseat. And then, his eyes widen, Dave’s staring right back at him. But Dave’s aren’t wide, they’re narrowed; he’s pissed. 

You’re still burrowed into him, body trying desperately to hide. And Dave’s arms tighten around you, too. A possessive act. 

Resnik’s mouth drops into an open grin, lifting his hands up in defense. Spinning on his heels, he turns, walking away. And when Dave’s sure he’s out of sight, he releases an aggravated breath. 

“Sweetheart,” He turns his head, nose nudging our cheek. His hand rises, too, caressing the back of your head. “Are you alright?” 

And when he hears you sniffle, his heart nearly stops.

“Baby,” Dave whispers to you softly. “Look at me.”

Lifting your head, you sniffle again, quieter this time. You’re refusing to meet his eyes, and this worries him beyond belief. Did this damage your connection?

“Baby, please.” His voice is soft but concerned, both palms finding either side of your beautiful face. “Talk to me.”

“I’m, I’m so fucking embarassed.” Releasing a small whine with your words, you let a few tears fall down your cheeks. 

Your words make his heart break, the tears falling down your face filling him with grief. “I know, baby. I know, I’m so sorry.”

Lifting a hand to the back of your head, he brings you in again, ushering you to his neck. And you move easily with his gentle push, curling your body into him. 

“I know I… from what I do…” You don’t know how to say it. But David is patient with you, waiting until you’re ready to talk. He can’t believe Resnik just caught the two of you. “I… I can control what people see… you know, on my page.” 

All he does is nod, listening. 

“I couldn’t control what he saw.” You’re whispering, voice muted not just by his neck but by the emotions running through you. “Thank you for covering me.” 

“Of course, baby.” His grip on your head tightens slightly, his other arm wrapping around your lower back. “You’re mine, princess. You’re mine, okay?”

“I know, daddy.” Nodding against him, the nickname you use takes the breath from his lungs. It makes it so much more… intimate. Like it’s not just something that turns you on. Calling him daddy, in your eyes, makes him the person you can rely on. And that responsibility is something he’ll happily take on. 

Dave’s lips find your collar bone, and then your neck. It’s not necessarily passionate, his movements. They’re tender, kind and sweet. And it makes you melt into his arms, finally relaxing. He feels your calming breaths, the fact making him rest easy inside. When his kisses trail up to your cheeks, you grin, his lips comforting you greatly. 

“Baby,” You giggle briefly, eyes closing as you grin. 

“What?” He teases, lips mirroring your own. 

And then he feels your limbs tight around him, hears the sharp inhale of your breath. “I love you.” 

You’ve never before been so comforted by another’s presence. Being around Dave puts you at ease; it’s almost like he brings out a part of you that you never even knew was there. Easily, he helps you return to him, your usual, happy self. And honestly, lately, you didn’t find yourself all that happy. Not when you were without him.

“Let me drive you home, baby.” 

Legs tilted in his direction, you’re leaning on the center console, reveling in the way his big hand holds your thigh. After getting redressed, he helped you out of the backseat, opening the passenger door for you. He turned on the seat warmers, making sure you were comfortable for the drive home. It’s a quiet drive, one filled with the air of relaxation and contentment. You’re astonished he was able to calm you so quickly. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” He admits, tilting his head down when he parks in the lot of your building. He’s too attached to you.

“I know, baby.” You’re offering a loving stare, alongside a small pout. And when Dave looks over at you, it makes him smile. “What will you miss most about me?” 

At this, Dave sighs, the hand on your thigh tightening. His voice lowers, along with his eyes, those dark orbs trailing slowly up and down your form. 

“You know I like how you smell…”

“Yeah?” The words and his tone make you tingle. “Like my perfume, or… between my legs?”

The way you’re talking to him is making him hard all over again. “Both.”

“Hm,” You grin, nibbling on the corner of your lip. “Tell you what,” Reaching down into your bag, you retrieve a miniature bottle of your everyday perfume. You keep it with you in case you need to refresh yourself at any time throughout the day, such as after a walk to class or practice. “Why don’t you take this, baby?”

Thick fingers lift the small bottle from your hands, Dave now assessing it. He appears a bit confused, so you clarify for him. “It’s the perfume I wear.” And then he looks over at you with an appreciative smile. “Maybe you can spray it on your pillow or somethin’.” 

Now that is a marvelous idea.

“Really? You want me to have this?”

“Mhm.” Shrugging, you then say, “I have more at home, honey.”

“Honey,” He repeats, grin brightening. “I like that.”

“Well, maybe I’ll say it more then,” Leaning in, he meets you halfway with a kiss. “Honey.”

Just thinking about cuddling up to his pillow at night, stuffing his nose into the plushness of it just to smell you, it makes him sigh. You’re his safe haven, you’re everything he needs to feel comfortable and happy in life. 

“Do you have to go?”

Another sigh, a deflated one. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Okay, well…” Glancing down, you rub your thumb over that smooth bottom lip. “I’ll text you, okay?” You have no idea that he and Carol have been arguing, and the fact that you still go out of your way to reassure him of your contact makes him melt for you. You care so much. 

“Okay,” Nodding, sad eyes look into your own. “I love you.”

“I know.” You tease, smirking. “I love you too, David. So much.” 

“I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.” And it’s true. Nothing, no one, has even come close. 

“Do you really mean that?” Your voice is soft, shocked. 

“Of course I do.”

The thought that next pops into your head is only natural, you feel. And you can’t keep yourself from asking it out loud. “Not even… Carol?”

Immediately, your heart pounds. Should you have asked that? Did you cross a line with him?

“No.” He says firmly, instantly. “I’ve never felt this way about her.” 

A text from the woman herself brings him back to his unfortunate reality. He has to go. But not before saying I love you at least a handful of more times, pulling you in for kiss after kiss until you’re pushing him away, laughing. He feels lucky to be close enough to hear that contagious laugh. The last thing he wants to do is go home, he’d much rather stay with you. But he lets you go, knowing he’ll see you again soon.

As soon as you’re in your apartment, his mind is back in the game. He’s whipping out his phone, taking care of business before driving back home.

Glancing up from his phone, he sighs. He’s been in the car for about ten minutes now, parked in the driveway. I have to go in eventually. He wonders if Molly and Alice are still home, and he wonders if Carol is about to make a scene. The last thing he wants to do is fight in front of the girls. 

Walking in, he does his best to avoid her. There aren’t many people that provoke a feeling of nervous unease in Dave, but Carol is definitely one of them. 

“Hey, dad!” Alice cheers, smiling brightly at him. 

“Hey, you’re i - ” He huffs when she rushes up to him, wrapping her arms around his midsection in a firm hug. “You’re in a good mood.” 

She shrugs, backing away with a smile. “I’ve had a good day.” 

Before he can revel in his daughter’s pleasant disposition, Carol marches into the room. Even in front of Alice, she shouts at him, twisting her face into a scowl. “We need to talk. Now!” 

“Jesus Christ,” Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he watches her walk away, making her way into the master bedroom. 

“Is… everything okay?” She doesn’t often witness her mother speak that way.

“Everything’s fine, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He tries to be reassuring, offering a soft smile, but Alice isn’t convinced. “It’s okay.” Again, he insists, before walking off to find his soon-to-be ex. 

“I want to know how much you’re spending on her.”

“What?” That’s the very first thing she says when he walks into the room, and he’s baffled by it. “What are you talking about?” 

“How much money, do you spend, on her?”

“I don’t spend shit on her!” He spits out, furious she’d even bring up the topic. “And even if I did, it’s none of your business!” 

“It is absolutely my business! That’s not just your money it’s our money, David! She probably just wants you for your money.”

“Actually, she takes care of herself just fine. Enough to even spoil me.”

“Oh, yeah? What? Is she some older lady who’s already retired? Just shelling out her money to any guy that gets in her bed?”

At this, he laughs. This is just so incredibly ridiculous. “You’re so far off, Carol.”

“Then tell me! What’re we looking at, here?”

“I’m looking at a woman in her twenties.” At this, her eyes go wide. “She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen, Carol.” 

And then, she’s busting out in laughter. “Oh my god! So that’s why you’re so into your marine-days lately!” Pacing for a beat, Carol continues smirking. “Of course she’d be into that. How fucking pathetic, David, making this poor girl play into your past life that you so clearly can’t let go of.” 

“I can’t let go of it? You never even appreciated it! I came home from tours to find you with other men!”

“Keep your voice down!”

“Oh, now you want us to keep our voices down, huh?” Turning, David’s hands find his hips while shaking his head. “I’m so over this, Carol. I’m so done with this.” Spinning on his heels, he gestures toward the door. “We need to tell them.”

“So, you’re really serious about this, huh?”

“Yes! I have been since we got separated! I don’t even wear my ring anymore for Christ’s sake!” Carol’s eyes turn red, welling up with tears as she stays silent. “I found someone better than you, someone that appreciates everything I do for them, something that appreciates me.” Tears are streaming down his wife’s face, her eyes boring holes into the man she claims to love. “And you know, Carol, you should have seen how excited she got when she saw me. She loves the extra skin.” 

Maybe it was a low blow to add in the sexual part, but he doesn't even care at this point. He deserves to be loved and worshiped in the way that you do it, just the way you do it.

“And what about when she’s gone?”

“What?”

“Will you want me back then?” 

Just like that, Carol has managed to hit a particular sensitive nerve within him. He doesn’t often think about the end of your relationship, honestly, he’s never thought about it. Why the hell would he? You’re his safe haven. But bringing it into reality… this could end, and very messily. Fuck.  

But he’s sure about one thing.

“I’d rather be alone than be with you.”

Without waiting for her response, he turns, leaving the door open as he walks away. A few steps down the hall, and he’s in the guest bedroom, reaching for his phone to text none other than you. It’s the first thing he thought of, naturally. He’s never felt so emotionally vulnerable before but he knows he can go to you. 

With a sigh of relief, he drags a hand over his face. But he doesn’t have time to mull this over now, he can do that when he gets to you. Standing, he grabs a bag and starts shoving clothes into it. He knows you have an overnight kit for him, but he knows he’ll likely ask to stay for a couple days if he can. So, he packs the essentials, even brings his work backpack. His laptop and chargers, files with paperwork, everything he would need to work from home. AKA, your apartment. 

Slinging the backpack over his shoulder, he grabs the duffle bag, sneaking out of the guest room and closing the door behind him. 

“Mom?” Molly shouts, walking in through the front door. “What are we doing for dinner?”

He’s already halfway down the stairs when she comes in, so there’s no hiding the fact that he’s leaving. 

“Oh, hey dad. What’re you… where are you going?”

It’s one of the few times in life that Dave freezes; he’s not sure what to do, what to even say. Every thought and emotion in his head feels like they’re going to burst if he doesn’t do something about them. 

“Alright.” He declares, shaking his head as he makes his way down the stairs. “Family meeting.”

“What?”

Placing his bags by the front door, he then leans over the railing, shouting, “Carol! Alice! Come down!” 

“What’s going on?”

“Just come sit in the living room.”

Alice comes jogging down the stairs, but Carol isn’t so eager. The girls find Dave on the couch, deciding to sit across from him as they wait for their mom. 

“Are you going to sit?”

“David, what is this about?” Crossing her arms, she stands in the entryway, trying to put on a brave face. But she’s scared. 

Scoffing, Dave returns his attention to the girls. “Okay, here’s what’s going on. Your mother and I have been… we’ve been having some trouble. The details aren’t important, what’s important is that you both know we love you, and that this decision isn’t made because of either of you.” 

“What decision?” Alice asks, voice timid. 

“Your mother and I are getting a divorce.” 

Dave’s choice of words surprise Carol greatly; she expected him to say separation. Divorce sounds so harsh and… real. The look of shock on their daughters’ faces is immediate, Alice being the first one to cry. It’s now that Molly notices the absence of her father’s wedding ring, and she wonders when he took it off. She wonders why this whole thing is even happening. 

“Is that why you’re leaving? You’re leaving us?” Alice sobs, leaning on her older sister. 

“No! No, baby. That’s not why - I’m not leaving you. I promise.”

“Then why do you have your bags packed?” Molly is furious, glaring at her father for this. 

“I’m staying with a friend overnight, maybe a couple nights.” He really hopes Carol keeps her mouth shut about this, and thankfully, she does. “This is all just a lot for your mom and I right now, and we need some space.” 

“I can’t fucking believe this.” Standing, Molly makes a beeline for the kitchen, grabbing her purse before snatching her mom’s car keys.

“And where do you think you're going?” Carol snaps, raising a brow at her eldest. “And with my car keys?”

“I’m leaving! Dad gets to leave? Then so do I!” 

Storming out of the house, she slams the door to the garage, the sound of Carol’s car starting almost instantly. If it were any other situation, they both would have stopped Molly before she left, but maybe she’s right. She could use some space, too. 

Turning back to his youngest, Dave sighs, sympathy in his eyes. “Alice, I love you, honey. And I hope you’re not mad at us.” 

“I’m just… sad. I don’t understand.” 

It breaks their hearts to see their daughters act this way, to see them break down. And because of their parents. 

“I know.” Dave nods, rubbing his hands together in an anxious fashion. 

“Just go, Dave.” Carol insists, finally walking into the room. “I think we all need a little space.”

With a sigh, he stands, ultimately agreeing. Carol is right, this is probably what everyone needs for a little while. 

“Hey baby, wha - oh.”

“Hey, I’m sorry. I know I didn’t tell you I was coming, I just, I really don’t know what to do.” 

“Oh my gosh, it’s okay, Goof! You’re always welcome here! Come in!” Ushering her through the threshold, you take a look around the parking lot, checking for her father’s Tesla. “How did you get here?”

“I drove my mom’s car.” Slumping down on your couch, Molly bursts into a flurry of angry tears and genuine sobs. “My parents are divorcing.” 

“Oh… my gosh.” Shutting the door, you make your way over to her, kneeling on the ground. “Babe, it’s gonna be okay.”

“But I just don’t understand why!” 

Quickly whipping out your phone, you send a single text. 

He’s already pulling into your lot when he gets your message, groaning heavily.

“Jesus Christ.” Of course, she chose to come here. Can my family not leave me alone?

But it’s a selfish thought, and a bit immature, too. He knows Molly isn’t here just to mess with him, that wouldn’t even make sense. She doesn’t even know that he was coming here in the first place. So, he puts the Tesla back in drive, deciding to park on the other side of the building for now. 

“No, I know this is for real. My dad wasn’t even wearing his wedding ring.” 

“Maybe… maybe it’ll be better for them, ya know?”

At this, Molly sniffles, staring at the ground. “Maybe. They do fight a lot. I know they try to hide it but it’s kind of hard when all they do is scream at each other in their bedroom.”

Jesus Christ, I didn’t know it was like that at home. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Wiping her nose, she nods. “Do you have tissues?”

“Yes!” Popping up, you look around, searching for the Kleenex. “Of course!” 

No wonder Dave always wants to be here. 

“Here,” After retrieving them, you hand the box to your closest friend, watching her tears continue to flow. “I…” 

Shit, what the fuck do I say? 

“I know it seems hard, Goof. But you have to know that they love you.” 

“I know my mom does.” She answers right away, wiping her nose. “My dad could give a shit. You know he’s leaving to go stay with a friend of his?!”

“Can you blame him?” Oof, a little harsh. “I mean, you said all they do is fight. Maybe they just need some time apart.”

“Yeah, that’s what my mom said.” 

“And…” You’re contemplating commenting on Dave. What she said was like a knife to your heart. “Your dad loves you, Molly.”

Molly, you rarely ever use her name.

Immediately, she’s looking up at you, asking gently, “How would you know?”

“I see him pick you up at practice all the time, whenever he can. Way more than your mom.” Thinking, you try to come up with something to say that would be obvious for you to know. “And… like, the pizza! He got us pizza and he’s always talking about you and Alice. Like when I left practice early and saw your dad that one day. All we did was talk about you.” 

Watching her glance at the floor, you can tell she’s thinking.

“And he works hard, Goof. He’s always on business trips and working late hours in the office. That isn’t just for himself, it’s for you, all of you. And I know he wants to spend more time with you.”

That last part slips out, because how the hell would you know that? Lucky for you, Molly doesn’t catch it. 

“I guess you’re right. This is just… I never thought it would come to this. I just always thought they’d work it out, you know?”

“I know.” Giving her a sympathetic nod, you look your hurting friend in the eyes. “I’m here, Goof. In any way that I can be.” 

“Thank you,” Her smile makes you smile.

“Trust me, Goof. He tries hard to be a good dad, I just know it. I can see it.” 

Your words truly shed light on the situation for her. For so long, she’s held grudges against her father, mainly for their disconnect. And that disconnect is because of his work. He’s always gone, but you’re right. She needs to grow up a bit and see things for how they really are. He’s an adult, and works hard to provide for a family that honestly, acts like they don’t even give a shit about him. 

“I’m sorry I came rushing over here like this.”

“No! No, don’t apologize, babe. It’s totally okay; I’m honestly glad you felt like you could come here! You’re always welcome here!”

“I really appreciate that.”

“Of course,” Even though Dave is waiting for your signal to come in, you ask, “Do you want to stay?”

“No,” Shaking her head, she wipes her nose again. “I should go home. Alice is a wreck.” 

“Look who’s talkin’.” 

“Shut up.” Molly groans with a laugh, standing to throw her used tissues away. She knows your apartment just as well as her dad. “We can talk later?”

“Absolutely.” Standing, you wrap her in your arms, hand lifting to the back of her head as you say, “I love you, Molly. You’re loved by so many people, including your dad.” 

“I love you, too.” 

In less than twenty minutes, she’s gone. Which is genuinely strange. She’s never come over for that short a period of time, but that just goes to show how scrambled she feels right now. But with her confidently on her way home, your mind then switches to Dave. He must be shattered. 

One text to him and he’s at your door, knocking. But he shouldn’t have to. Regardless, when you open the door, the sight breaks your heart. He looks absolutely exhausted, bags under his eyes and all. His hair is slightly disheveled from running his fingers through it so many times, but he’s still in his clothes from earlier, back at the cafe.

“Hey baby,” He says in that deep, rumbly tone. Running a hand over his face, he steps in, walking past you with his bags. “Is it okay if I go change?”

“Sure, baby.” Nodding, you turn to shut your door, locking it, too. “Of course.”

Giving him some privacy, you wait on the couch, your insides stirring. What the fuck is going on? What happened at that house today? 

“Sorry to rush in here like this.” Dave then says, coming out of your bedroom in a hoodie and pair of sweats. He sounds just like his daughter. 

“Baby, it’s okay. Please,” Holding your hands out, you call for him. “Come sit with me.” 

He thought you’d never ask.

Plopping down beside you on the couch, he all but falls into you. Barely five hours have gone by and already, you’re back in each other’s arms again. But you really wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Gently, your hand finds the back of his head, stroking his hair lovingly as you kiss his temple. “You can stay as long as you want, baby. I mean it.” 

With a heavy breath, he leans into you, half-laying across your lap. But then he’s fully laying down, situating his head atop your thighs as you stroke his hair. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Closing his eyes, Dave sighs again, and is quiet for a long, long time. You don’t know what to do, you’ve never been in this situation before. All you can do is offer your support, a shoulder to cry on, any type of advice if someone asks for it. 

“I told the girls.” He finally says, opening his eyes. But he’s not looking at you, just the ceiling. “I told them about our divorce.”

“And?”

“They didn’t take it well.”

“Carol, or the girls?”

“Both.” He answers simply, closing his eyes again. Folding his hands over his stomach, he does his best to relax, which isn’t as difficult for him to do in your presence. “I love you.” Dave tells you suddenly, making you grin. 

“I love you, too.” Your voice is soothing to him, your hands continuing to brush over his forehead and hair. “I’m here, baby.”

“I know you are.” Turning, he glances up at you, moving to kiss your covered stomach, but then stops. Frowning, he asks, “Whose hoodie is that?”

“What? Uh, mine.” Glancing down, you raise an eyebrow, wondering why he asked.

“No…” He responds, trailing off a bit. “You don’t like football.” Dave points out, and this is true. 

“Oh, wait. It was actually my ex’s.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I guess I’ve had it so long I just forgot.” 

Promptly and simply, he then shakes his head. “No.”

Instantly, he’s leaning up, getting off your lap and walking off into your bedroom. 

“W-What? Dave?” What the hell just happened? Did you make him mad from that?

When he comes out from your bedroom, he’s holding some type of clothing in his hand. And when he’s a foot away, he’s tossing it at you. 

“Wear this, and give me that.”

“What?” Now you’re smiling, looking down at the Marine Corps hoodie in your hands. 

“Baby,” He muses, “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Glancing up with a grin, you do as he says, shedding your old hoodie to don your new one in front of him. Throwing it forward, Dave grabs it, turning on his heels to shove it into your trash can. Outwardly, you laugh, standing up and walking toward him. 

“That make you feel better?” As soon as you’re close enough, you wrap your arms around the expanse of him, with those strong biceps coming down to hold you soon after. 

“A little.” Sighing, he then turns his head, eyeing your front door. “Would feel better if you let me update those locks.”

“Babe, they’re fine. The area isn’t bad, I’m safe here.”

Narrowing his eyes, he shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything more. But his mind is thinking a ton. Internally, he’s worried about when he’s gone. How safe will you be then? He doesn’t like the idea of that, especially with his upcoming business trip. 

“What do you wanna do, hm?” Looking up, you rest your chin on his chest. “Anything you want.” 

He’s still looking at your door, but when he feels the gentle prod of your chin, he’s glancing down at the pretty vision of you. 

“I know something I wanna do.” 

Scoffing, you roll your eyes. “Is that all you think about?” 

“Sometimes I can’t help it with you.” Retracting an arm, he brings his hand to your chin, keeping you there while leaning down to meet you. 

The press of his lips is gentle, smooth, something you fully lean into. Your arms stay wrapping around his back, his one hand cupping your cheek while he mouths at you. The breath he releases makes you happy, makes you feel like you’re doing something right. 

“You know what?” Grinning against his lips, he murmurs a quiet hm? “Maybe there is something I can do for you.” 

It really shows how comfortable he is with you, and how comfortable he’s becoming with his body. Years of genuine neglect made it hard for him to look in the mirror, let alone be okay with another person looking at him. But with you around, he doesn’t even give it a second thought.

You’d sat him down on the couch, pulling his sweatpants from his body so you could worship him all over again. It was slow and sensual, the way your mouth moved along him. And the fact that you do it so sweetly almost makes him cum even quicker than he normally would. Your pretty face stared up at him the entire time, your mouth stuffed full of his aching erection. His expressions went soft, your mouth distracting him from all the chaos in his world. With both hands on your face, he guided you back and forth, dumping his load into the back of your throat after only a handful of minutes. 

And then, he was standing, sliding off his hoodie and tossing it on the couch. Entirely naked, he wandered over to your cupboard and fridge, grabbing some water for both you and himself. So now, here he is, leaning onto your countertop in the full nude, having a normal discussion with you.

“I like seeing you like this.” He’d taken off your own hoodie before you blew him, so you figured, why not? And shed your pants too.

“What, naked?” He grins, taking a sip.

“Confident.” You express genuinely. “Happy.”

For a beat, silence fills the room. All Dave can do is look at you, brows tilting up in the middle with heartfelt emotion. Rounding the island, he reaches for you, hand grasping your face as he brings himself down to your level. Tenderly, those soft lips meet you, your own hands reaching out for him.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy.” He whispers against your skin, eyes still shut as he basks in this peacefulness. 

“I want to make you happy.”

Opening his eyes, he’s met with your warm smile. He’s never felt so vulnerable and safe in the same moment. 

“Can we lay down?” Dave asks, voice still quiet as his thumb rubs you.

“Of course, baby.”

He then drops his hand, finding yours as he pulls you to your feet. It’s strange, this feeling. You’ve never been in a relationship that had so few issues, at least, between you and your partner. The very existence of yours and Dave’s relationship is an issue. 

“Can I talk to you?” He asks, crawling over your bedspread. 

“What’s up?” Plopping down beside him, you offer an angelic smile, something he really doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to. 

“Carol asked me something today.”

Those aren’t exactly the words you expected, but you’ll run with it. 

“While we were arguing, she asked me…” Taking a deep breath, his eyes pinch shut when he sighs. “If I’d want her when you leave me.”

All you’re feeling right now is confused. Why is he saying this to you? But it all becomes so clear when he looks at you, when those beautiful brown eyes return. 

“Do you… see that? Leaving me?”

And at that, every single heartstring you have absolutely breaks. He looks so perturbed, the wrinkle in his brow displaying his overt concern. 

“Could this be a long-lasting thing?” He finalizes, nervously folding in his lips. “I’m not, I’m not saying that what she said is true. Even if, for some reason, you left me… I wouldn't go back to her. I told her I’d rather be alone than stay in that marriage.”

Now this, this makes you proud. He doesn’t deserve the type of love she gives him, he doesn’t deserve a lot of things.

“Baby,” He then says, almost desperately. “Please say something.” 

“I’m proud of you,” Is the first thing that comes out. “For saying that to her. And… maybe? I mean, could you ever envision telling Molly?”

“I could.” His answer comes far quicker than you’d expected. “I really could.” 

“David,” Snuggling closer to him, “Baby… I love you. Thinking about the future kind of… scares me. But I want to see where it goes; I don’t want to end this with you.” 

Honestly, he wanted a firm yes, he wanted to hear how much you loved him, how you’d do anything to be with him. And he got half of that. But to ask all of that from you isn’t realistic, he knows it. 

“You’re my little angel.” Comes that low voice, hand reaching up to find your face again.

Pulling you in, he brings your mouth back to him, but he doesn’t let go after a single kiss. It’s repeated, your sensual connection, his lips dragging over your own while you begin to settle above him. And he allows it, rolling onto his back while you move to straddle him, all while keeping yourselves connected. 

“You deserve better than this.” Whispering against his lips, you feel him sigh, sliding your tongue in when he grants access for you to. “You deserve someone who truly loves you, and someone you shouldn’t have to hide…”

“Don’t talk like that.” The hand that held you so gently only minutes before now grabs the back of your head, his voice grumbling low. “You’re what I want. I deserve this.”  

But when you don’t respond, he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Just like that, the small, intimate moment you were sharing now turns aggressively sexual, something that sweeps you entirely off your feet. But to say you don’t like it would be a blatant lie, the small mewl seeping from your throat evident of that.

“Do you hear me?”

The firm hold he has on your jaw jostles your head when all you do is nod. “Tell me.”

“I heard you.” 

David has never before seen a woman so enamored with him, but you’re practically falling to your knees right at his feet. Firmly, the hand on your chin brings your mouth right back in, his kiss aggressive and heated. 

“David, I - ” You’re quickly cut off by his sudden movements, his body rolling you onto your back. 

“I don’t deserve you?” He asks, voice muffled by your neck. He’s diving in, pelvis situating between your legs while his mouth latches onto your throat. 

“No, I didn’t, I…” 

“I deserve every bit of you.” 

His one hand then lowers, sliding along your bedspread until his palm hits your skin. Rough fingertips find the sweet, smooth flesh of your chest, cupping your breast in hand. And when he squeezes you sensually, when he rolls his hardening arousal between your legs, you finally moan. 

“I deserve those,” He emphasizes, mouth lowering to your breasts. “Your pretty fucking moans…”

Hearing you talk like that set something off inside him. You’re a gift, the perfect muse for him, and he’s honestly never doubted this. But to hear you say that he deserves more? More than you? More than what you can give? He doesn’t deserve better - it doesn’t get better than this.

His talented tongue lays out across your nipple, dragging along the pointed peak. The tip dances across the sensitive nub before his lips take over, wrapping around to suck on you gently. Leaning back slightly allows him to use both of his hands on your chest, his fingers massaging you firmly while his mouth takes time to admire your bareness. 

“You think it gets better than this?” Returning to your face, his lips press firmly to your cheek, the fingers of his dominant hand slithering between your legs. He can feel the strong muscles in your thighs, already tensing and trembling for him.

His pointer digit glides up between your folds, a smirk quivering on the end of his lip. Gasping, you reach down, grabbing onto his wrist. Your hips squirm from it, feeling his finger sink entirely in.

“It doesn't.” He tells you sternly, curling his digit. “I know; because I’ve spent my entire life looking for it.”

“David.” Forcefully, he pumps his finger into you, moving back in to suck on your tit.

Both hands rise to his face, fingers digging into his cheeks as his teeth nip at your sensitive skin. Already, he can feel you contracting around his digit, your wetness seeping onto his hand. 

“Oh, baby, it’s you.” Shaking his head, he then quickly lifts himself, tearing his finger from your warm insides. With both hands falling to your hips, he flips you onto your stomach, palms slapping down onto your ass. “Jesus Christ, is it you…”

He just adores the noises he can pull from you, your small whine hitting the air as soon as his hands came down on you. Palming your soft flesh, he sighs, situating himself right up against the backs of your thighs. Shuffling forward, he shifts his pelvis against your backside, settling his full erection over your cheeks. 

It’s amazing just how quickly he can change a mood, the overall tone of the night. And even wilder is the way you so easily mold to it, the way you immediately accept it. 

“Get up here.” Curling his fingers around your hips, he hauls them into the air, presenting you to his hungry stare. “Look at all that hair…” 

Slowly, his palm glides along your back, digits dancing through your long strands. And you think he’s admiring you until he yanks your head back. Your hair is so long that he wraps it twice around his hand, forming a tight fist so he can hold you to his liking. 

“So long…” Already panting, he glances down, his free hand rubbing his tip through the thin lips of your sex. “Like my own little rapunzel, my own little princess.”

“Baby,” Whining, you claw at the sheets, jaw dropping when the thick head of him begins to split you open. But your shrill word dissatisfies him, evident by the stern tug on your hair. And then, you’re appeasing him. “Daddy.”

“That’s better.” Awarding you a soft slap on your outer thigh, he sighs, rubbing you kindly. “That’s much better.” 

He hasn’t prepared you at all, hasn’t set aside time to work you open. But right now, that doesn’t matter, not to either of you. All that matters is that he has you. Everything he’s worked for in his life, every step along the way, has led him here. And he knows it was for a reason; he’s really fallen for you. 

“Baby, baby!” Reaching back, your hand finds his thigh, applying pressure. “S-Stings.”

“You want some lube, sweetheart?” David asks, that husky voice whispering to you as nighttime begins to creep by. 

“Mhm,” You’re nodding into your pillows, forehead pressing into the softness of them. And you fully expect him to spit on your half-full hole, but for some reason, the sound of it still makes you gasp. 

It’s forceful, the impact splattering between your crease and dripping down onto him. Releasing your hair, he keeps your cheeks spread, watching himself disappear. 

“Didn’t give you enough time, I guess, huh?”

Those calloused hands smooth themselves over your asscheeks and outer thighs, his firm body towering behind you. Slowly, gently, his hips continue forward, pushing your body down into the bed. But he keeps your hips up, keeps your ass in the air and your legs spread. The firm drag of his arousal against your squishy walls is making you shake, making you moan and writhe before he’s even had his way with you. And while your bodily reactions are quite pleasing to him, he needs you to stay still.  In one quick motion, he’s grabbing your hips, fingertips bruising your skin as he holds you still while shoving himself the rest of the way in. 

“David!”

“That’s it, thereeeee we go.” And he’s not stopping, his words coming out in slight grunts and pants as his hips bounce against you. Reaching for your hair again, he wraps it around his fist, using it as leverage. And he’s never been so rough with you before but dear god do you love it. 

“F-Fuck,” Hissing quietly from his brutal force, you do your best to take it, bouncing back against his ruthless hips and feeling him deeper than you ever have before. 

He’s not sure what snapped inside his chest for him to want to treat you this way; maybe it’s the stress of it all, of his general fucking life. His emotions have been running high for so long, and they finally seemed to spill over the edge when you told him he deserved better. Better. 

For years, he’s been berated about his body. For months, he’s been ignored by his children. For weeks, he’s been fucked over at his job. For days, he’s had to contemplate where he’s going to live. But with you, all of that has changed. You’ve made him confident about his body, you’ve changed the way his daughters view him, you’ve made the stress of his job easier to ignore, and you’ve given him a place to stay. And above all, you accept him, flaws and all. He wonders, would you feel the same if you found out about his job? 

“Fuck,” Slapping a hand down on your right cheek, he grips it harshly, listening to your small squeak. “Look at that ass… that beautiful fucking body…” 

Again, he spanks you, and harder this time. With his eyes trained on your moving body, he witnesses the skin on your ass redden from his hand. Every thrust forces a wave to ripple across your bouncing flesh, plump and soft and all for him. 

“God, I just want to ruin you.” His words make you moan, your heart pounding in your ears and against the insides of your chest. “Fuck you so hard that all you’re able to think about is me - about how good I make you feel, how desperate your sexy little body is for me.” 

“Baby…”

“Shh…” Tugging harder on your hair, he snarls, baring his teeth briefly. “Just be quiet, princess. Gonna fuck all those thoughts out of your pretty head.”

Every thrust he gives prods against your cervix, pounding into your sensitive core while he listens to your whimpers. And if that wasn’t enough, his words certainly are. They make your body react so overtly in response to him, your hips rolling back to meet him, rubbing needily against him. 

“Fuck me, I can feel you clenching.”

“David, please.” 

“Please, what?” His voice is deep, entirely guttural and rough. “What do you want, baby?”

“M-More.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Lazily, he smacks your ass, watching your flesh jiggle for him. “You’re such a whore for it.”

Fucking his frustrations into you seems to work quite nicely for him. Already, he feels relieved, satisfied, and he hasn’t even cum yet. 

Leaning back slightly, he pulls your hips into him, into the divot of his hips. The driving force of his pelvis coupled with how harshly he pulls you back makes you see stars, your fingers desperately gripping the bedspread. Your toes are curling, every muscle in your body is flexing, trying to accommodate him. You’ve never had sex like this before; it’s so different, so rough and intense and passionate. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” David huffs out from behind your trembling form, fingers digging into your hips. “You gonna cum for me, baby? Huh?” 

“Yes! Yes, baby, j-just, just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He’s pounding against your very center, against the spot that makes your body quiver. And with another firm smack to your ass, you’re falling over the edge, waves rippling through your core and tearing a shrill moan from your throat. 

“Oh, there she is.” 

Finally, he releases your hair, allowing you to drop your head. And you don’t even feel the sting from the force of his fingers until he does this, your forehead now resting on the pillows atop your bed. 

Keeping a firm hold on your hips, David watches your crumble before him, his jaw dropping while his brows furrow from it. Your back arches and dips, your thighs flexing right in front of his. 

“Easy, baby.” Leaning forward, he grabs one of your swaying breasts in hand, pressing his chest to your back. “That’s it, that’s so good for me.”

“David.” 

“I’m - fuck,” Huffing out a quick breath, his eyes pinch shut, a groan rumbling against your ear. “I’m right there, princess.” 

With his hips stuttering, he feels himself release, length pulsing inside your tight core. The wetness from your own release leaks down his erection, he can feel it. 

This is easy for him, letting go with you. Spilling into your body feels like a goddamn dream, his entire body quivering from it. And with his hands wrapped around your toned frame, he leans into you, hips helplessly rutting against your backside. Dropping his forehead between your shoulder blades, he sighs, feeling your breaths beginning to steady beneath him. 

“Baby,” Reaching back with one hand, your fingers find his hair, sliding lovingly through the strands. “I love you.” 

With another sigh, he’s smiling, kissing the skin of your upper back gently. Internally, he’s thanking the lord for you, and you know he needs you. But that’s okay, you’ll be his safe place for as long as you can. 

“Do you wanna take a shower, honey?” Your fingers are grazing him gently, stroking his head. 

“Yeah.” He nods, swallowing thickly. But he doesn’t move, if anything, he tightens his hold on you. 

You’re such a precious thing to him, so delicate and beautiful. He feels a natural need to care for and protect you, to tend to your well-being. Which is ironic, because he needs that far more than you. He’s lucky he doesn’t need to verbalize this for you to realize it.

And then he’s thinking about leaving again for his work trip. How your locks are shitty as hell and how stressful this trip is going to be. Before, his work used to be his driving force. But he’s lost his motivation for… life, really. But you give him hope, you’ve made him happy again. With you around, he’s found a new source of light. 

And so he blurts out, “I have another business trip soon.” 

As soon as he says it, you feel like it’s ruined the moment. It was soft and tender, calming, but now you’re stressed all over again. You don’t want him to leave… ever. If you’re being honest, you were thrilled when he asked to stay for more than a day. But lucky for you, your worrisome thoughts quickly cease when he opens his mouth again. 

“I want you to come with me.” 

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had a thought about mbfd series, and Dave coming over to find mc in her cheer uniform and it just gets him so riled up and feral

What a fantastic idea.

MBFD One-Shot: Roses Are Dead

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) 

Alcohol consumption, one instance of sexual assault (a kiss on the cheek and small grab), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, degradation, oral sex (m and f receiving), brief female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex, established relationship, some reader descriptions

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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day my babies <3 I hope you enjoy your V-Day getaway with Daddy Dave 

Funny that this is a one-shot but it’s longer than some of the chapters. Just roll with it lolol

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Unfortunately, today isn’t as special as it is in the books, especially when it falls on a Tuesday. Nevertheless, you greet the day with a smile when you wake, happy to have a slow morning due to your afternoon shift. Just like any other morning, you open your blinds, squinting and yawning from the growing light. A few months ago, your first thoughts would consist of work, school, and cheer. But lately, it’s him, he’s the first thing in your head. The first thing when you wake, and the first thing when you go to bed. 

When Dave isn’t in your bed, you find it hard to sleep. Lucky for you, he’s been in it quite often as of late. And no, not in that way. Well, not just in that way. He hasn’t gone back home since that night, the night he told the girls about his divorce from their mom. But he’s had some pretty early mornings lately. When he left today, it was about four-thirty, far too early for you to fully wake; but he still kissed your forehead before leaving. You’d like to spend the mornings with him, at least for a little bit before he leaves, but you understand. 

The presence of David lives in your house even when he’s not physically here. His reading glasses are on your night stand, well, his nightstand - the one on his side of the bed. There’s a book he’s been reading on the surface, too, along with a cup of water he fills regularly before bed. Smiling, you sigh, already missing him. And in the spirit of longing for your boyfriend, you decide to find one of his shirts, slipping it on over your head.

His too-big t-shirt reaches your thighs as you walk through the hallway, finding the kitchen. You’d left it dirty last night, having cooked dinner but feeling a bit lazy afterwards. Today though, you find it clean. Smiling to yourself, you sigh, knowing it was Dave. He’s not exactly a clean freak, but he is definitely one organized man. Speaking of the devil…

Princess, your new nickname. It makes you feel so giddy and special, as silly as it may be. Besides, previous boyfriends never treated this day with any sort of sentiment, so something as simple as this really means a lot to you. 

At the office, Dave chokes on his coffee. Jesus, it’s ten o’clock in the morning. Not that that really matters to either of you. 

Before you can wait for his response, the doorbell rings. Whipping your head around, you frown, wondering who it could be. You didn’t order anything, and you’re not expecting anyone, either. After a moment, the person knocks on the door with their knuckles, you dash to your bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweats.

“Hello?” As soon as you’d shimmied them on, you opened the door, nervous to greet your guest. But it’s just a delivery man, one who reads off your name. “Yes?” 

Your eyes then drop to what he’s holding, and you smile. “These are for you. Have a good day, ma’am.” 

Lips parting in awe, you take them, watching the man walk away. Even when you close the door and sit back down at the kitchen counter, you still can’t believe it. Nobody’s ever sent you flowers before, and to say you feel special would be an understatement. You can easily spot the small card poking out between the flower petals, retrieving it gently before reading it. Folding it open, your eyebrows quirk in curiosity at the writing. 

Roses are dead

Violets are blue

Those flowers were hers

But these ones are for you

And then, your phone is buzzing. Before you can even message him about this, he’s calling you. 

“Hi, baby.”

Immediately, your voice fills his chest with a sense of contentment. He releases a quiet sigh, smiling on the other end of the line.

“Hi, princess. Did you get the flowers I sent you?” 

“I did,” Giggling slightly, you turn, admiring them. “They’re so pretty, no one’s… ever done that for me… before.”

“You deserve it.” Even through the phone, his heart fills with pride. He wishes he could’ve seen your face when receiving them. “ I’d give you the world if I had it.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, right.” He emphasizes, making you grin.

A moment of silence passes, each of you feeling smitten all over again. Nibbling on your lower lip, you glance back down at the card laying on the countertop. 

“Oh, I wanted to ask… what’s with the note? Like, what does it mean?” 

“Read it to me.” Dave requests, grinning to himself. He wants to hear you say it. 

“Roses are dead, violets are blue, those flowers were hers, but these ones are for you.” 

“Every time I gave Carol flowers, they were roses.” His response is immediate, and it makes you freeze up. Why is he telling you that? And on today of all days? 

The thought makes him sigh with disappointment, so much time wasted. But now, he has you. “It wouldn't sit right with me if I gave you something that only reminds me of her. So, I got you violets, your own type of flower.” 

“David…” It leaves you speechless, the meaning behind this. You never would have expected that to be his answer. “That’s… wow.” 

“I love you, honey.” Dave expresses, wanting so badly to have spent this morning with you. “I really… I think you’re the one for me.”

“Baby, really?” Within moments of waking up, Dave has made this your most memorable Valentine’s Day. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” Running the blunt edge of his nail along his desk, he hums,  “You know, I actually have another present for you today.” 

“Wait, seriously?” 

“Yeah, how do you feel about going to dinner tonight?”

“Baby! I would love to!”

“Good, I figured it’s about time we had our first date. Our reservations are at seven.”

“Oh, wait. Shit.”

“What?”

“I’m working the evening shift tonight. I really wish I didn’t have to, it’s just been… ugh. Whatever. But I’m so sorry, baby.”

Genuinely, your heart sinks. You didn’t even consider that Dave might want to see you tonight. But right now, he’s not worried about that. 

“Wait, what’s going on at work?”

“Nothing, it was just, it was something dumb. Everything’s fine.” Fuck, this is the last thing you want to talk about. 

“No…” He drags out, raising a brow. And then he speaks your name, his voice stern as he asks again, “What happened?”

“Dave, it’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing, then it shouldn't be a big deal for you to tell me.” He doesn’t like knowing about your stressors, but he’ll do everything in his power to relieve you of them.  

“It was… yesterday, I mean, it wasn’t really that big of a deal, but…”

“Baby,” His voice is gentler now. “Talk to me.” 

“There… something happened yesterday with one of the dads… at pickup.” You begin to explain, thinking back to your shift yesterday at the daycare. “He said some things to me that were… annoying, to say the least. And then sort of… grabbed me. But I -”

“Did he do something?” Dave’s voice is rushed, but not angry or loud. Not yet. But in his own head, Dave is fearing for the worst. What the fuck happened? 

“He put his hand on my waist, and… kissed my cheek.”

“What?” David’s eyes go wide, brows raising high. “And where the fuck was his other hand?”

“He put it, well, it… he sort of grabbed my ass.” 

“What?! What the hell did your boss say?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” 

Furious, he stands, running a hand over his face. But on your end, your lip is quivering, tears daring to drip down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen, and I -”

“What?” He interrupts. “You didn’t mean for it to happen?” 

“No! Baby, I promise! I promise I wouldn’t do anything like that!” 

“Baby, you don’t think this was your fault, do you?”

“W… What?” 

“You told that prick to fuck off and he didn’t, how the hell could that have been your fault?” 

Oh. He… kind of has a point. You thought he’d be pissed when he heard about this, not at the man or your work but at you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He doesn’t understand, why wouldn’t you go to him as soon as this happened? 

“I thought you’d be… mad.” 

“I am mad! I’m pissed!” But when he’s met with your silence, he begins to understand. “But… not at you, baby.” 

He’s starting to realize that he’s only making this situation worse. His reaction doesn’t exactly scream ‘cool, calm, and collected’. How can he expect you to come to him in the future when he reacts like this? 

“I’m sorry, I just, I hate knowing that happened to you.”

“I know.” You mumble, calming down once his voice settles.

“What did your work do about it?”

“Well, I asked for the next day off, today, but they wouldn’t let me. I just wanted a day to collect myself, but they didn’t think it was necessary.” 

“Okay, that’s it.” Standing from his desk, Dave puts the call on speaker. “I’m going up there.”

“What? What are you going to say?!”

“I’m going to tell them that you’re not coming in to work today.” He’s already reaching for his jacket, buttoning the front of it.

“Dave don’t! You could get me fired!”

“Not if I tell them I work for the DIA and investigate the livelihood of retired vets and their families.” His answer is quick as hell and honestly, makes a little bit of sense. Your dad was in the military, after all. 

“How… how did you come up with that so quick?” You laugh, and it makes your love grin. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He replies playfully. “And don’t worry about going into work today. Just get yourself ready, and I’ll pick you up around five, okay?” 

“Wait, why five?”

“Oh, I forgot. We have a hotel room, too.”

“What?” At this, a surprised smile spreads fully across your lips. 

“If I’m taking you out, I’m making sure there won’t be any familiar faces around to see us. That’s why we’re heading to the city. And if we’re going far, why not stay the night out there, hm?”

“I really can’t even believe you.” With a shocked giggle, you sigh. You feel giddy, filled to the brim with butterflies. 

“Well, believe it, princess. Because I’ll be there at five. Get yourself packed and ready, okay?”

Nibbling on the corner of your lip, you nod. “Okay.”

“I love you, baby. I’ll make this right.” 

You have to admit, the thought of Dave showing up at your place of work and flashing his badge to stand up for you is… quite the image. Knowing how protective he is of you and the lengths he’ll go to in order to prove it is making you swoon. Thinking of him walking in and putting your boss in his place, wearing his dark gray business suit with his badge on his hip, that deep voice growing stern with intimidation. Between David’s protectiveness and the night he has planned ahead, it’s all making you hot with anticipation. 

“I love you, too.” 

Taking an hour gap in the middle of his day is easy. With him coming in early and working late so often, he could take an hour break every day if he wanted. More often than not, though, he was too enthralled with his workload to do so. But you’re far more important than any legal document on his desk. 

He already knows where you work, of course, but what you’re not aware of, is he knows your employee badge number and your boss’s full name, too. It makes him chuckle, the thought of it. That information was almost too easy to get. 

Dave is going to your place of work under the pretense of his job, his specific position. And with that in mind, he keeps himself calm and collected. After all, there isn’t a scenario where he walks out of this building without getting his way. This will be easy for him. 

The walls are colored in a bright blue with rainbows and flowers along their edges. At the receptionist’s desk, there’s a jar of candy and a small treasure chest of dollar-store toys. Right behind her sits a board with multiple flyers posted, ones detailing drop-off and pick-up times and the spirit week the facility is hosting for Valentine’s Day. It makes him grin, knowing you come here every day. He’d love to see you with kids, he knows you’re so kind and patient with them. 

“Hi! How can I help you?” 

“Hi there,” Dave grins, walking up and leaning on the counter’s edge. Lifting his badge, he allows it to lay open, quickly introducing himself. “David York with the Defense Intelligence Agency. I’m here to see a Mr. Adam Hall?”

Immediately, her kind smile fades into shock. She seems surprised and quite impressed, eyes flashing from Dave’s badge to his handsome face. Lips pursing, she swallows, flustered by his confidence. 

“Um… y-yes, sir.” The way Dave carries himself would intimidate anyone, and she’s clearly not immune to it. 

Picking up the phone, she presses Adam’s line, whispering a quiet, “Hi, there’s someone here to see you.” A moment passes before she responds with, “Law enforcement.” 

Shortly after she sets the phone down, Adam is rounding the corner, confused suspicion written all over his face. At this, Dave perks up, happy he didn’t have to wait. 

“Dave York.” He says, approaching the man while showing his badge. “Defense Intelligence Agency.” 

“H-Hello… I’m um, I’m Adam Hall. What can I help you with, Mr. York?”

“I think it would be best if we talked in your office.” He replies, folding his badge into his front pocket. 

Not willing to wait for a response, Dave takes the lead, walking Adam back to his own office. He even takes it upon himself to open the door, allowing your boss to walk in and take a seat at his desk. The entire situation is perplexing to him, his palms sweating with nerves, especially when Dave closes the door behind him. 

“I’m here to discussion the accusation of sexual harassment in your place of work?” Dave offers, his voice appearing inquisitive.

“What? Sexual harassment, I, I never, we haven’t seen - ”

“Specifically pertaining to employee number 000245679.” 

At this, his lips seal. Dave’s caught him. 

“Can I… ask how you received this information?” 

Dave is quick on his feet. “The wellbeing of United States veterans and their families is under my direct supervision.” Not exactly a lie - he’s actually dealt with cases like this before. And besides, you are his to care for.

“She’s… a veteran?”

“A close family member of hers is.” Dave clarifies, narrowing his eyes. “I understand a parent was the aggressor in this instance, occurring yesterday at approximately four-thirty in the afternoon, correct?”

“I’m, well, I’m not exactly sure. I don’t have the document in front of -”

“Pull it up.” 

Gulping, he does just that, finding it as quickly as he can. “Yes, that is correct.” 

“And what happened in this situation, exactly?” He wants Hall to read it himself, and read it aloud to see how ridiculously harsh he’s being on you. You could have sued, and all you asked for was a day off to process things. 

“The… um, before clocking out, the employee encountered and greeted one of the children’s parents, Mr…” Hall then glances up, clearing his throat nervously. He trails off, wanting to be professional and leave the father's identity anonymous. But that’s fine, Dave probably would have gone after that man, anyway. “Said parent then complemented employee 000245679 on her physical appearance, and did not stop when she requested. Said father then approached employee 000245679, placing a hand on her waist and kiss, um… kissing her cheek.” 

“And?” Dave prompts when your boss’s words stop. 

“And laid his other hand on her backside.” 

Trying to keep his composure, Dave sighs, glaring at the man before him. “This needs to be dealt with, Adam.” 

“Well we’ve, um, we’ve already followed protocol on this, and…”

“Protocol? Claiming employee 000245679 is the one at fault is your protocol? Giving her no reassurance of this situation? Not speaking to this parent? Not even giving her a single day off to process this?” 

Adam is silent, eyes barely able to meet Dave’s intense gaze. 

“My protocol is as follows - employee 000245679 receives three days of PTO, given that she doesn’t take action for more money against this company. And this father is banned from campus.”

“The, his child is already enrolled in our program.” 

“He is no longer allowed to drop-off nor pick them up from this building. Have I made myself and my expectations clear?” Standing, Dave keeps his stare. 

“Y-Yes… sir.” 

“That’s a good sport.” Dave grins happily, his words condescending. “I will be checking up on your progress, Adam.” 

With an anxious nod, he stands to see Dave out, but he’s already walking through the door. Rounding the corner, he encounters the receptionist once again. 

“Have a good day…” Dave begins, eyes finding her name tag. “Candice. Good to know.” 

With a curt nod and friendly smile, he’s pushing open the door, returning to his car. Yep, just as easy as he’d expected it to be. 

Back at his office, Dave finds it easy to return to his work, finishing it just how he always does. Working from the office has been far easier than doing so from home. Even if he were working from your apartment, he knows he’d be distracted. 

But before clocking out for the day, he finds his insides growing with nerves. He’s excited to see you, he really is, but he hasn’t felt this anxious in years. Going on first dates just doesn’t… happen to him. He’s been married for so long that he never thought he’d be on one again. He hasn’t dated in decades. And even though the two of you already know each other, have already spent nights together and touched each other, he’s still nervous about it. What if he’s not gentlemanly enough for you? What if he’s too gentlemanly? What if you don’t like the places he’s taking you to? What if you end up wanting to go home? Jesus, he’s really becoming a nervous wreck. 

Truthfully, he knows you’ll love anything he does for you. You adored the flowers he sent and because of that, he knows you’ll cherish his last gift for you. A silver necklace with a single pendant - one dried violet encased in resin. Something that will always last and hopefully, always remind you of him. 

Placing it back in its tiny box, it gives him the confidence to go forward with these plans. Not that he’d ever cancel. He’s covered all of his bases for this - you’re going an hour away, it’s likely you won’t see any familiar faces. You’re staying overnight, so the both of you can truly enjoy your mini vacation. And lastly, he already told Carol and the girls he’d be spending a few days away from the house, they don’t even know he’s going anywhere. Tonight, it will be just you and him. 

On your end, you couldn’t be more excited. You’ve never done something like this, and the fact that he’s taking you out in public is just amplifying it. For some reason, the risk of being caught isn’t scary to you, although it really should be. You also can’t wait to have him all to yourself in a hotel room, how fancy. You’ve enjoyed having him at your apartment, enjoyed the little bits of domesticity. But honestly… you’ve missed the sneakiness, the impulsiveness and excitement. And going on a spontaneous adventure is bringing all of that back. 

You can’t contain your little squeal of eagerness when Dave calls, immediately snatching up your phone. “Hey, baby!”

“Hi honey,” The elation in your voice makes him smile, melting his worrisome nerves. “I’m here, are you ready?” 

“Yeah! I’ll be right down!”

“Okay, do you need help with anything?”

“No, I don’t think so. Just packed an overnight bag. Oh also, I’m in comfy clothes. I figured I’d change into nicer ones at the hotel?”

“That’s perfect.” He reassures you, eager to see your gorgeous face. 

“Okay! I’ll be right down, babe.” 

Grabbing your small bag, you sigh, eager to get the night started. You’re wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, but inside you packed a nicer dress and a pair of pajamas. On top of your essential bathroom items and charger, you’re ready to go. 

Dave’s sparkling silver Tesla is parked right out front, he really doesn’t seem to care anymore. Skipping over to the car, you open the back door, dropping your bag inside before closing it, and heading to the passenger side. 

“Hey!” 

“Come here.” Already, he’s leaning over the center council, hand finding the side of your face.

Leaning into him, your smiles meet, a giddy hum vibrating from you. He still has his scruff, which your fingers dance along when he gives you a handful of small kisses. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” He’s still so smitten with you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I’m so excited!”

“I’m glad you are,” Dave sighs, smiling as he returns to his seat. “Get your seatbelt on, we’ve got a long drive.” 

 Snuggling in, you make yourself cozy, leaning in Dave’s direction. Crossing your legs, you fold your arms on the center console, his free hand landing on your thigh. 

“So, you took care of things at work?” Gazing up at him with hearts for eyes, you sigh. 

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot!”

Immediately, you shoot up. “What?!”

“Nah,” Dave smiles, laughing. “I took care of it.” 

Swatting his arm, you roll your eyes. “Asshole.” 

“Well this asshole got you three days of PTO.”

“Wait, really? But I’m part-time, I don’t get PTO.”

“You do now.” Squeezing your thigh lightly, Dave reminisces on the recent memory. And now, you are too. You can just picture it, Dave’s intimidation. And honestly, knowing he went out of his way to protect you like that is making you a little hot for him.

It’s not until now that he realizes, when he’s finally out of work-mode. You were harassed, actually assaulted. Someone invaded your privacy, and he wasn’t there to help. Sure, he made it better now, but he can’t undo what has already been done. And all at once, a wave of emotions surges over him, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly. He feels like he’s failed at his job; he can’t let that happen to you again. 

“I can’t believe you did that for me.” Sliding your hand down, you gently grab his wrist. 

“I’m here for you, sweetheart.” Comes that deep, rumbly voice. “I won’t let that happen again.” 

The excitement you’d been yearning for all comes rushing back as soon as you get to the hotel room. The drive was easy, you mostly slept, but now, you’re full of energy. And once you got through your suite’s door, it became clear that Dave was, too. 

His hands are on your hips, dragging them over his own. He can already feel your wetness, having taken off your outer garments. Once you were in just your bra and panties, you climbed onto his lap, wanting him all over again. 

“I’ve missed you so damn much.”

“We were only apart for like,” You giggle, feeling the repeated press of his lips. “Eight hours.” 

“Too fucking long.” Sliding his hand down, he grabs a fistful of your ass before slapping it, shoving you forward onto him. 

He’s resting against the bed’s headboard, sitting up while you straddle his clothed lap. Pressing his open mouth to yours, Dave’s tongue slides inside, tangling with your own while you moan. Your body is resting entirely on his chest, arms looped around his neck while your fingers explore his mocha-toned hair. 

“You sexy fucking thing,” He’s breathing hotly against your lips, both hands falling to your backside. “Thought about you all day, about that beautiful mouth and what it can do.” 

“You really love blowjobs now, huh?” Your voice is laced in cockiness and lust, the thought of it sending a tingle between your thighs.

“You know I do.” He practically growls against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. 

“Yeah? I love giving them.”

“I can fucking tell.” Just barely, his hips roll up against you, his eyes flashing to his watch to check the time. Forty-five more minutes until your reservation. “Fuck, I love the way you swallow me.” 

The last thing you expected this year was to go on a Valentine’s Day getaway with Molly York’s dad. But here you are, grinding down onto his lap while he grabs your bare ass, the two of you tugging on the other’s hair while swapping spit. And you fucking love it. 

What would Molly say if she found out? What would she do? Who would she be more upset with? And why? But honestly, it’s pretty hard to think about anything when David’s hand is on the back of your head while he’s shoving his tongue down your throat. Fuck it, you really can’t keep yourself from her dad. 

“When do we have to go?” Turning your head, your lips find his cheek, moving over the growing patches of dark hair. 

“Forty minutes.” He responds, fingers curling into your hair and pulling.

It yanks you back, puffing your chest out toward him. With this new angle, he dives down, planting his face directly between your breasts. 

“Fuck.” 

Both hands find their way to your chest, pushing your tits up against his face. While mouthing at them, he groans, feeling your fingernails scrape over his scalp.

“I need to fuck your tits, baby.” 

“Yeah? You like ‘em that much, huh?”

“Fuck yes… Jesus. They’re so fucking soft.” And then he becomes muffled, suffocating himself with them once again. 

“Baby, I need to get ready soon.” You remind him sweetly while giggling. 

“Not yet,” He mumbles, tongue laying over the side of your tit. “Please, not yet.” 

He’s touching every part of you that he can, every inch he can reach. It’s been a little over a month and he still can’t get enough of you. He wants more, always. Always more. 

“Come on,” Laughing, you tug lightly on his hair, bringing him up for some air. “You can play with them later, okay… daddy?”

“Oh, fuck me.” His face nearly goes slack from it. You’ve really got him under a spell. 

With a quick peck, you’re climbing off of his lap, going into your bag to get out the dress you’d packed. It’s easy to slip on, the smooth fabric a lovely feeling against your skin. A pair of sparkling black heels fit your feet nicely, along with a pair of silver earrings to decorate yourself with. And it doesn’t take you long to apply your makeup, years of Pom coached you for that. Besides, you’re going for a simple, nude look anyway.

“Is this fancy enough, baby?” Walking out of the bathroom, you’re satisfied with your look. But you’re more worried about what he thinks. 

“Absolutely.” He’s already standing at the mirror, making sure his tie is straight. “You look amazing.”

“Yeah, right.” You grin, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah,” He says, walking toward you. “Right.”

Staring up at him with a bashful smirk, Dave’s hands find your waist, pulling you into him. Shaking his head slightly, he sighs. “I can’t wait to have you tonight.” 

“Yeah, and I have a little present for you, too.” 

“You know, I also have one.”

“Another one? You’ve already given me enough!” 

“Last one,” Your lover grins, “I promise.” And then he’s reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, flat box. “Here, open it.” 

Eyeing him, you offer a look of faux annoyance, glancing down as your fingers pry open the sides. And immediately, your eyes widen, brows folding up in the center from the gift’s sentiment. 

“Do you know what it is?”

“Baby, of course I do.” Delicately, your fingers pluck the necklace from its cushion, setting the box down on the table to your left. “A dried violet.” 

“I told you,” Dave then says, prompting your eyes to return to his. “It’s your flower now.”

Staring into his eyes, you find yourself becoming emotional. No one has ever treated you like this. 

“I love you.” 

“I want you to think of me whenever you look at it,” He tells you, “And know how much I love you.” 

The flower’s color goes perfectly with your dress, the black and purple hues blending nicely. David even takes it upon himself to place it around your neck, something that makes you swoon all over again. He’s gentle with it, just as gentle as he’s currently holding your hand. 

Walking you through the lobby and front doors, Dave easily calls a cab, wanting both of you to be able to drink to your liking tonight. He even goes out of his way to open the car door for you, and the door to the restaurant, too. 

It’s easily the nicest establishment you’ve ever been to; you honestly feel like you don’t belong. But David’s head is held high, holding onto your hand with pride. Your difference in age is quite obvious, especially with Dave’s facial hair, but you like it. As misogynistic as may sound, you like being the pretty little thing on Dave’s arm. 

“Is this okay for you, honey?” He asks, getting situated in his seat after pulling out your chair. Internally, he’s a nervous wreck, and surprised he’s not sweating bullets. 

“What? The restaurant?”

Dave nods, eyes full of worry. He wants you to like it; if you didn’t, he’d easily consider going elsewhere. 

“Baby, this is perfect. I’ve never been to a place like this.”

Extravagant chandeliers hang on the ceiling, the walls a deep and elegant red with tables lining its edges. The music is dreamy and quiet, a pianist playing gracefully in the very center of the large room. Each setup has their own dimmed mood lighting, and is far enough away from the others to have private conversation. The smell of bread and garlic fills the air, alongside seafood and fresh greens. You can already feel yourself salivating just from the scent. 

Dave is more than happy with your answer, releasing a breath of relief. Smiling, he takes a look at the menu, eyeing a bottle of white he thinks you’d enjoy. 

“Would you be okay with me drinking tonight?” He asks, glancing up at you.

You offer an amused grin. “As long as I’m able to drink, too.”

And just like that, Dave is ordering a bottle of wine for the table, alongside water for the both of you and breadsticks to start. After that, you’ll be served spinach and artichoke dip with baked pita and olive oil. You hope you have the will to be able to pace yourself for the rest of your time here. 

“Did I tell you where we’re going in a few days?” David asks, watching you take a sip from your glass.

“No, you haven’t!”

“How do you feel about Spain?” 

“Spain? I’ve never even been there before!”

Dave smiles at your excitement, sipping at the bourbon he ordered. “Well, we’ll be staying at a hotel in Madrid.” 

“I don’t know too much Spanish… is that okay?”

“That’s perfectly fine. I’m fluent, I’ll do all the talking.” 

“You are not.” Jaw dropping in awe, you stare at him with lovestruck eyes. How does he still manage to impress you?

“Yeah, I am.” Huffing out a laugh, he nods. “That, and French.” 

“Really? When did you have time to learn all of that?”

Dave just shrugs. “Part of the job.” 

Your lover’s inner monologue couldn’t be more frantic, but in the best of ways. Every thought is pulling him in its own direction, from Spain to you to work to the restaurant’s food. Mostly though, he’s thinking about you. It’s taking his breath away, how stunning you look. He can see your toned physique through your dress, its silhouette highlighting your curves beautifully. Your neckline isn’t too low, but he can still see the dip of your cleavage. What he wouldn't give to run his tongue up that valley right now. He can still taste your tits on his tongue from when he worshiped them in your suite, the flavor of your skin reminiscing within him. He wants nothing more than to pull you aside, run his palms along your body and grab your softest places. And the way you did your makeup tonight has him smitten, your eyelashes fluttering gracefully with your smooth lips fucking taunting him in that shade of lipstick. He’s going to ruin you tonight. 

“Dave?”

“Hm?” Eyes immediately darting up, you see him become slightly flustered, a shade of pink coloring his ears. 

“You’re that distracted, huh?” You tease, placing your elbows on the table so you can fold your hands together, resting your chin on them.

“Yeah, baby…” He sighs, eyes dropping to your chest again. “You look so good tonight.” 

The only thing that pulls him out of this trance is when your food comes, and even then, he finds it difficult to look away. But the smell of your food easily captures your attention, the seafood pasta you ordered already making your mouth water. 

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Your waiter asks, clasping his hands together. 

Before even touching his food, David does about you. “Do you want another drink? A different type of wine?”

“No, it’s okay, babe. I really like this one.” Reassuring him with a kind smile, you then transfer it to the waiter. “Thank you.” 

“You know,” Staring at your plate, you smile, twisting your fork into the buttered pasta. “You’ve been such a gentleman.”

“Really?” Almost desperately, he looks up. “You think so?” 

“Are you kidding me? The flowers? The hotel? My necklace? This restaurant? And then what you did at work? I really can’t believe you’re doing all of this for me.”

Internally, you wonder if he’d done these types of things for Carol, too. And whether or not he did, you hope he continues to do it with you. 

“I told you I’d take care of you.” He says while stabbing his fork into a piece of food. “Whatever you want,” And then he’s looking up into your eyes, carob-colored orbs staring into your own. “It’s yours.” 

And he really meant it. Because as soon as you said you, I want you, he was paying for your bill. He’d been itching to get his hands back on your body since you left his lap in the hotel room. Before leaving, though, he asks if you’d like anything else. More wine? Dessert? Being that it’s Valentine’s Day, you ordered two slices of cheesecake with strawberry drizzle and chocolate ganache, hoping to share it back in your room. 

“Come here,” He rushes out, pushing you up against the wall.

“Baby,” Comes your small giggle. “I have to put this in the - ”

“Just put it down.” Grabbing the box from your hand, he shoves it onto the nearest table, both hands then quickly falling to your ass. 

He’s pulling it up, scrunching it along your hips as he positions himself between them. Already, he’s grinding into you, breathing heavily against your neck. You can feel the pressure, the firm weight of his body moving against you, and you almost can’t breathe from it. Your hands find his head, his hair, eyes closing as he starts sucking on your neck. 

“Baby…” Gently, you roll your pelvis forward, grinding against him, and it only provokes him to press you further into the wall. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Dave mumbles, hands incessant on your body. He’s running his palms along your waist, squeezing your curved features before traveling to your thighs and grabbing them, too. “Fuck, how do you have such a hold on me?” 

Breathlessly, you find your words. “Let me get out of this first, baby. Don’t you wanna see your surprise?”

“Fuck.” Dropping his head down, he catches his breath, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Swallowing thickly, he then nods. “Okay.” 

Against his better judgment, he backs up just enough for you to wiggle out between him and the wall. Taking his hand, you kiss it, dropping it when you walk off toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.” 

With a heavy breath, Dave shakes his head, making his way over to the bed. Plopping himself down, he lays back, running a heated palm over his face while he groans. The pulse in his crotch is already so apparent that it hurts, and he’s not sure if you’re getting lingerie on or what but he honestly doesn’t even care. You could come out in a goddamn ghillie suit and he’d still jump on you. 

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” He replies, head turning in your direction.

“Where are you?”

“Laying on the bed…” His voice trails off as he says it, curious about your plan. “Why?” 

“Okay, close your eyes. And stay there!”

Huffing out a chuckle, he does as he’s told, folding his hands over his stomach while doing it. “Okay.” He calls back, “Ready.” 

Slowly, the bathroom door creeps open, poking your head out to make sure he’s telling the truth. And when you see that he is, you step toward him with quiet feet. 

“Keep them closed, baby…” You remind him gently, running your palms up his covered thighs. 

It makes him smile, his insides tingling with excitement. What is this?

Crawling onto his lap, you situate yourself over him, placing your hands on his chest. With a giddy smile, you hum, whispering to him. “Okay, open them.” 

He keeps a straight face as his eyelids flutter, caramel orbs growing a bit wide. At first, he sees your face, your angelic face. But then his gaze trails down, taking in the fabric of your tightly cropped top, its bedazzled hemline and long black sleeves. Your midsection is showing, your cute little belly button resting just above the edge of your skirt, more sparkles lining its edge. 

“Oh my fucking god.” 

It’s funny how quick his opinion on these outfits has changed. When Molly first came home in it, he was livid. Why the fuck did it have to be so short? So revealing? He understands she’s not in high school anymore but still, he wasn’t happy about it. But with you, it’s the complete opposite. He wishes your uniform showed more. 

“Do you like it, baby?” It’s a timid question, said while dragging your pointer finger down his chest. 

“Baby…” His voice is low, hands reaching up to take hold of your hips. 

The first time he ever saw you in it, he’d imagined bending you over and fucking you brainless. And now, he finally has that chance. 

“This is for me?” Dave mumbles, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

“Mhm,” Tilting your head to the side, you reach out to cup his face, bringing his gaze back to you as you repeat, “Do you like it, daddy?” 

“Princess,” Huffing out a quick breath, he shakes his head. “Get on your fucking knees.” 

Before you even have a chance to move, he’s sitting up and pushing you off of his lap. You stumble back, quickly feeling Dave’s hands grab you. He spins you around so your back is against the bed, watching you fall to your knees just like he said. 

“Fuck me.” He’s already undoing his belt, “Baby, you have no idea how much I like it.” 

“I think I’m getting the hint.” You grin, staring up at him. 

You look so pretty, resting on your knees for him, waiting patiently while he undresses. And he does so rapidly, fumbling with his pants before reaching in to pull himself out. 

“Baby,” He says, already fighting for breath. “I want you to suck on it.” 

He’s completely full and resting in front of your face, tip red and leaking, dripping. Leaning in, your tongue lays out to catch some of it, and you swear you see him twitch. Reaching up, you go to place your hand on his base, but he swats it away. 

“No hands.” That deep voice demands, “Just do it.” 

The way he’s speaking to you makes your eyes go wide, leaning back against the bed as your lips part for him. His right hand falls behind your head, his other on his base to guide the tip in. Watching intently, his brows narrow, feeling his tip run across your soft skin. He slides it over your bottom lip, glossy precum oozing from the slit. 

“I love your little uniform…” He tells you lowly, “Remember seeing you in it for the first time.” 

“Rea -” 

��No talking.” He grunts, shoving himself in, and you immediately gag on him. “Swallow it, princess, I know you can do it.”

You wiggle back, trying to get a breath but he doesn't let you. Leaning further in, he presses you against the side of the bed, the hand he had on his base moving to hold your jaw open. 

“Oh, god.” Tossing his head back, Dave releases a guttural groan, the length of him pulsing inside your throat. Gently, he pets at your hair, feeling you begin to settle down beneath him. “There you go, princess.” 

Keeping your eyes open, you stare up at him, doing your best to take deep breaths. You’re also trying to keep your hands at your sides, this new rule forcing you to beg for him. And when he tilts his head back down to see your pretty eyes, he moans, eyes raking over your features. His thumb slides toward your mouth, prodding at your bottom lip. 

“A little cheer girl…” He mumbles, a cocky smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. “All for me.” 

While maintaining eye contact, you wiggle your tongue beneath him, his jaw dropping as he hisses from the sensation. That’s when both hands drop to your face, his hips moving back. He sets a gentle pace, reveling in the smooth slide of your tongue. Hesitantly, you reach up, wanting to hold his thighs. But remembering his new rule, they shoot back down. 

“Good girl,” He praises happily, surprised by your restraint. “Baby, that was so good.” 

It provokes a small, happy mewl from your throat, drool slowly but surely beginning to pour down your chin. He can feel it, too, every time his scrotum connects with your skin. The squelch of it quickly becomes loud, but he doesn’t really care. Your blowjobs were usually sloppy. 

“Jesus Christ,” He grunts, running the fingers of his dominant hand through the hair at the crown of your head. Harshly, he fists it, moving forward to completely pin your head against the bed. It surprises you, so much so that your hands reach out to grab the fronts of his thighs. 

“I said no fucking touching.” Grabbing your wrist, he snaps it to the side, tossing it away from him.

Harshly, he fucks himself into your mouth, staring down while trying to catch his breath. Jesus, he wishes you were both in the stadium. Thinking about pulling you to the side at halftime and fucking your face is making his high arrive far too fast. 

“You’re taking it so good, swallowing me so good…” His praise lights your body on fire, makes you moan and want for his touch. “How’s it taste, huh? You like how I taste?”

“Mhm,” Is the most you’re able to get out, eyes rolling back as he slides down your throat again. His tip repeatedly punches against your inner skin, the space between your legs tingling with excitement. And if you can’t touch him, you figure you might as well touch yourself. 

David feels your slight shift, glancing further down as he watches your hand slither between your legs. Lifting up the front of your skirt, Dave can see the black lining underneath, your tiny fingers rubbing over it. 

“You dirty little thing.” It would be considered degradation if he didn’t say it so lovingly. 

The angle is awkward but he wishes so desperately that it wasn’t. He’d give anything to watch you rub yourself while you sucked on him. But he’s already too close to his high, and he wants to do so much more. 

With a firm grunt, he pulls himself out of your mouth, listening to your harsh gasp punch into the air. Your chin and neck are wet from it, even the very front of your top. 

“C’mere, princess.” With a small groan, he leans down, picking you up by your armpits.

You barely have time to find your footing before he’s shoving you backwards onto the bed and climbing over you. You’re shocked, what is he doing? 

“Keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.” He reminds you, placing his knees on either side of your biceps. 

It cages you in, along with his weight pressing into your chest. But he does his best to keep himself upright, not wanting to hurt you. And after a moment, you come to your senses, thinking he must want you to suck him off like this. But that’s before he’s yanking the edge of your top up over your tits. You chose not to wear any garments beneath the uniform, so when he pulls the top up, your breasts immediately bounce out. 

“Look at that,” His eyes have gone wide, irises blown as he stares down at your naked chest. But then he does something you wouldn’t have even fathomed. He spits. 

Reaching down, he rubs it over your chest, sliding it up and down the valley between your breasts. Your breaths become heavy and ragged, pretty eyes staring up at him as you call out, “David.” 

“Have I told you how badly I wanna fuck your tits?” He’s still not looking at you, his wet thumb gliding over your pretty, pebbled peak. 

Spitting into his palm, he then returns it to his base, running it over his erection. Inside, your heart is pounding, watching Dave touch himself in front of you like this. And he’s towering over you, chest expanding with every heavy breath. 

“Yeah…” Mumbling, he leans in, placing the thickness of his cock in that luscious divot. His hands find either side of your breasts, pushing them together. Dave’s eyes roll back when he does it, feeling your softness encase him. “Yes… yes.” 

All too quickly, he’s thrusting himself against you, sliding his cock between your tits while those broad hands continue to fondle them. Occasionally, his thumb will swipe over your nipple, his breaths already quick and erratic. 

“Baby, daddy,” Your voice is high and desperate, pleading with him, “Can I please touch you? Please?”

Easily, he gives in, nodding. “Yeah, princess. Touch me, do whatever you want to me.” 

Instantly, your hands come up, arms wrapping around his thighs. Your fingertips caress the exposed skin along his pelvis, the curly hairs at his base. 

“Fuck me, I’m gonna cum.”

“Really, daddy?” 

“Baby, I can’t, I can’t help it. Fuck.”

“Are you gonna cum on my tits, daddy?” You’re only egging him on, feeling the firm thrum of the vein along his shaft. 

“Oh, I want to, baby. I really want to.” 

“Please do it, baby. Please.” Your voice is soft as you coo to him, staring up at his focused face. But all he’s looking at is your bouncing flesh as it jiggles around his erection, his spit creating the perfect slippery space for him to fuck. 

“S-Shit, shit.” 

You’re almost speechless, witnessing his reaction to this. Staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, the only thing that rips your attention away from him is the warm splatter covering your breasts. He’s groaning above you, hips jerking against your chest. His jaw has dropped completely, brows furrowing harshly as he watches it spurt from his tip. The sensation of it shivers through his pelvis and up his spine, his lungs doing their best to get in adequate breaths. 

“Baby…” Sighing, you smile, adoring the blissful look on his face. “Can you get a towel for me?”

Tilting his head, he stares down at you, wondering aloud, “You think I’m not gonna fuck you in this?” 

Honestly… yes, you absolutely thought that. With him cumming so quickly, you thought he’d be done for the night. But you’re happily surprised to find out otherwise. And Dave is easily able to read your reaction based on your sly grin. 

Climbing off your chest, Dave sighs, dropping his pants the rest of the way down his legs. And when you finally sit up, Dave is right in your face, cupping your cheek so he can kiss you. But you’re only allowed one before he’s grabbing your hips again, this time flipping you onto your stomach. And you move easily with him, the strength he has not giving you much room to protest. 

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is ragged, his left hand smacking your ass while his other hold shoves your skirt up and over your hips. Dragging the thin material to the side, he exposes your glistening pink lips, immediately moving to rub his tip against them. 

He’s already half hard, his body clearly pent up from the surprise you gave him tonight. Slapping himself against your backside, he groans when you wiggle your hips against him, grinding against his pelvis. By now the spend on your chest has rubbed into the bedsheets, but it’s not really a concern for you. You’ll likely shower afterwards, and you’re sure Dave will call for new sheets. 

“I love you,” It was the last thing you expected him to say, but it makes your heart swoon.

“Baby,” Softly, you whine for him. “I love you, too.” 

And then, he’s sliding in, his head prodding at your entrance. He easily makes it past the thin skin of your outer lips, feeling your heat surround him once again. And when he’s halfway in, both hands find your hips, guiding you back as he pushes further in. 

“Baby,” Gasping, your fingers reach for the comforter, fisting it in your hand. 

It stings slightly, and how you’re not used to his girth yet astounds you. A small flutter washes through your hips, and David can feel it. He groans from the way you pulse around him, from the texture of your slick, gummy walls sucking him in. 

“I wanna do this again.” He then states, his pace much quicker than before. “Please let me fuck you in this again.” 

“You like it that much, huh, daddy?”

“I fucking love it, you’re so goddamn sexy in this.” 

Before you can respond, he’s hitting something so powerful inside you that it forces a cry from your throat, a euphoric shiver running through your body. 

“I remember the first time I saw you do the splits, your pretty little ass hanging out beneath your skirt. Fuck me, that was so hot, baby.” 

“I like that you saw,” You’re breathless, the memory making your insides fizzle with arousal and ecstasy. “I w-wanted you to see.”  

Baring his teeth briefly, David’s palm smacks down on your cheek, the hit stinging your soft skin. “I fucking knew it.” 

“D-Daddy,” You almost can’t even respond to him, the wetness from your arousal mixing with his own, the combination beginning to drop down your legs. 

“And when I saw you do it in my backyard… god damn. I touched myself to it, did you know that, princess? I touched myself to the thought of you after you did that.” 

“Fuck, baby!” Thinking of Dave jerking off after seeing your flexibility makes you grin. His want for you was always so obvious, you still wonder how others don’t see it. “I love that, I love it…” 

Another swat at your ass and you’re tossing your head back, ragged groans and high whines slipping past your lips. It takes everything in you to bounce back against him, but truthfully, it’s useless. Dave is doing most of the work and he doesn’t mind one damn bit. 

“And you were so quick to show me your tits.” He huffs out, laughing. “You were such a whore for it.” 

“Fuck me.” Groaning, you smile beneath him, shoving your face into the covers. 

“Look at you now,” He coos mockingly, “All bashful for me.” 

Leaning over your pliant form, he presses his clothed chest to your barely-covered back. “You weren’t so bashful when I was fucking your mouth, were you, princess?”

Reaching around, your hand finds the back of his head, tilting your own back to press your cheek to his. Smirking, he hums from the feeling of your fingernails dragging across his scalp, his hips unrelenting in their pace against your ass. 

“And now you’re mine, all for me. My pretty girl, my perfect princess. You think anyone else is gonna touch you while you’re with me? Huh, baby?”

“No,” Comes your small whimper, your small pleasure center throbbing from the friction you’re receiving. The point of your pelvis is rubbing against the bed with every one of David’s thrusts, and it’s making your head spin. 

“Jesus, I can’t believe I get to cum in your tight pussy. Just a sweet thing, a young girl for me to touch whenever I please.”

“Y-Yes, baby. Yes…” 

He’s rambling, exposing his innermost thoughts and not regretting one word of it. The way you’re trembling is evident, and it makes him grin. 

“Are you going to cum, baby? I won’t be happy until you do.” 

“Please, make me. It feels so good when you make me…” 

Stuffing his hand down between your belly and the bedsheets, he lowers it to find your throbbing clit, spreading your lips to rub the pad of his pointer finger over it. Almost immediately, you’re crying out and pushing back against him, but his weight keeps you down. Turning his head, he plants an array of kisses on your cheek, from quick to sloppy to firm. Arching your back slightly, you accept it, the euphoria that overcomes you. It’s like you can’t register anything besides him, besides the press of his weight and the sensation of his kisses, the forceful, blissful intrusion of his erection. Pressing against your backside, he stills, shoving himself entirely inside. And the way you choke him forces a guttural groan from his chest, heavy and humid breaths fanning out over your skin. 

But then, he’s lifting himself, pulling out with his dominant hand flying down to his shaft. With hurried breaths, he stares down at your ass, jerking himself off over the entrancing curves of it. This time around, it shoots from his tip, thick ropes landing over your bare curves and uniform, painting everything in the nearest vicinity white. You can feel how hot it is, the gooiness of it dripping over your skin. He watches it soak into the fabric of your skirt, smirking to himself at the sight of it. And after a moment, he slows, squeezing the last few drops from his tip. 

“D-David,” 

“I’m here,” Comes his instant response, left hand gripping you tight. “I’m here, baby…”

Dropping to his knees, he breathes a sigh of contentment, saying once again, I’m here, before shoving his face between your legs. 

“Jesus!” You shriek, taken completely off guard by the act. 

But he doesn’t stop, he just moans. The vibrations overstimulate you, your hips jerking from it as you giggle. But his hands lift to your hips, keeping you still. Rapidly, his tongue pokes out to lick you, sliding through your sensitive lips with the tip just barely flicking your clit. 

And while he enjoys you from behind, you relax into it, reveling in this moment. You’ve never had a man enjoy you so openly, worship you so fully. And you find yourself wondering how he’s going to be on your vacation. 

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MBFD Chapter 13 Summary

(I’m hoping to have the full chapter out to y’all by 10/9!)

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While Dave is eager to forget his slip up in Spain, you’re not so easy to fool. When the truth comes out your reaction is quite unexpected, but reliving in a way for him. While admissions of secrecy are being discussed, Dave brings up his discovery of your grad school research, hoping to find reassurance.

And while the two of you are sorting out your own troubles, the York family home is surprisingly docile. Dave’s children are beginning to accept the separation… but his eldest is becoming suspicious.

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I hope this makes you guys a little more excited about Chapter 13! 😊

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My Best Friend's Dad - Ch. 8: My Baby

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, unprotected vaginal sex, semi-public sex, mentions of separation/divorce, domestic arguments, mentions of amateur porn, brief reader descriptions, established relationships

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A/N: Sorry I’m posting this so late y’all, I was watching the UGA football game lol. This is a shorter one because I’m still getting back into my groove with writing my series again. Hope you still love it just as much my babies

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This wasn’t the way you expected your night to end, not at all. The words you’ve exchanged, the things you’ve promised, was it all just from the heat of the moment? Even now, he’s asking you to say it, telling you to say it. And you know when you do, it will give a whole new meaning to your relationship. 

“Daddy…”

“Fuck me,” Dropping his forehead to your shoulder, his hips stop their brutal pace, choosing to grind into your pelvis instead.

“Daddy,” You repeat more passionately, holding the back of his head while rolling your hips up against him. 

The way he’s been speaking to you has your mind spiraling, your heart pounding and limbs shaking. He really loves you? 

“Baby,” Hands sliding down, you hold either side of his face, bringing his lips back to you. 

David meets you, the kiss deep while he exhales a strong breath from his nose. Those warm, brown eyes are shielded by his lids as he moans quietly from above, mumbling against your mouth, “I’m gonna cum, baby.” 

All you can do is nod, laying your head back while trying to catch your breath. Lovingly, Dave stares at your neck, coming down to press heated kisses to your skin. He isn’t sucking or nipping, not at all being rough. He’s mouthing at you, moaning from the sensations you’re giving him and basking in it. There hasn’t been a time in his life where he’s had sex as passionate as this. He doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t know if it’s because you’re so much younger or because you’re so goddamn beautiful; maybe it’s because of how amazing you are to him. When he saw you, something just clicked. 

“Please, h - harder… baby.” 

Your soft, warm, tender touch then slides down his side, curling around his lower back and pressing on his ass. Pinching his eyes shut, he lets out an airy gasp, shoving his face into the space beside your neck. 

He uses everything he can, but he knows it won’t last. Shoving himself between your legs about a handful of more times is what does it, now sitting inside you to the hilt. The hot breath of David’s groan fans over your ear, his body stilling above you, but only just for a moment. It’s almost like he’s floating, that sensation short lived before he comes crashing back down. It shivers through him, the euphoria of his release, his chest heaving desperate breaths while he tightens his grip on you. And you let him, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by him, consumed by him. 

“F-Fuck,” He’s shaking lightly, keeping himself between your thighs. 

In between your own heavy breaths, you smile, fingers lifting to brush his hair back. Turning your head to the side, you sigh, kissing his cheek while he begins to relax. “You really love me?” 

Shaking his head in disbelief, he swallows before responding with, “I don’t know how it happened so fast.”

Grinning brighter, you kiss his cheek again, watching as those beautiful brown eyes return to you. “I love you, David.” While cupping his face, your thumb strokes his skin, the stubble slowly growing in. “I really do.” 

You’re not sure what you expected from him, but you think it’s humorous how lazy he becomes. It’s only after at least ten minutes that he gets up, pulling himself from you, but not before giving your face and body a flurry of kisses, too. He seems so enamored, so enwrapped in the tender love he has for you. It’s like the two of you have been waiting your entire lives to connect, and now, you finally have. 

Plopping down on the bed beside you, he watches you get to your feet, making your way over to the ensuite. The air feels so natural and warm between the two of you, coming back to climb over his broad body when you’re finished in the bathroom. 

“You wanna stay the night?” Settling over his chest, you grin, staring up at him. And he smiles.

“You know I do.” 

“Maybe we could order some food?” Sliding your finger over his skin, he grins, reveling in your closeness. He can’t remember the last time he felt like this. 

At this point, it’s late in the night, and you’re assuming you’ll be able to relax together until the morning. And Dave assumes the same, until your doorbell rings. 

Immediately, he looks up, with you sitting upright to turn your head, too. “Did you already order some?” It’s a joke, despite his skepticism of this stranger’s arrival. 

“No.” Scrambling off his lap, you slide on some sweatpants, alongside one of David’s shirts. “I’ll be back.”

Internally, you’re praying this isn’t one of the frat guys. You knew that some of them were interested in you, but if they were going to make a move, shouldn’t they have done that at the party? 

“Hello?” It’s said as you’re opening the door, your unsure expression quickly growing happy. Well, happy and confused. “Oh, h-hey.” 

Hearing your nervous voice startles him slightly; he’d been listening. Hopping quietly off the bed, he finds his boxers, slipping them on before stepping lightly into your hallway. But he doesn’t make himself known yet. 

“Hey,” She smiles, fiddling with her fingers. “I, um, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You didn’t seem like yourself when you left, and… well, you weren’t answering any of my texts.”

An electric shock shoots right through his body. That’s Molly. 

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry!” Checking your phone hadn’t even been a thought in your head. But you can’t really blame yourself; you were clearly distracted. 

“It’s okay, I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

Immediately, he spins around, darting back into your bedroom. And apparently, his feet aren’t so light when he moves this time.

Frowning, Molly leans to the side, hearing the small noise. “Is… someone here?”

“What? No.” You answer too quickly, it’s obvious. But you heard Dave’s movement, too. What the hell is he doing back there?

Molly grins, raising a brow. “If you wanted to go home to fuck Anthony, you could’ve just said so.”

“Oh my god, no. No. It’s definitely not Anthony.” Fuck, I should have worded that differently. 

“So someone is here?” 

Yeah, your fucking dad.

“No, no one is here.” Now, Molly’s shifting her weight and crossing her arms, giving you a disbelieving stare. And that’s when she notices your shirt. 

“Since when did you start wearing marine shirts?”

Your face runs white-hot, eyes darting down to your shirt. Fuck. “W-What?”

“That marine shirt.” She gestures to you, staring right at it. “It’s old too…” Leaning in, she squints. “Nineteen ninety-three?” 

“Oh, um, I… I just thrifted it.” Happy with your response, you nod, looking back up at your friend. “Yeah.” 

Honestly, you’re not doing a very good job at hiding this from her; the guilt is written all over your face, and she can see it. Thing is, she doesn’t know it’s guilt, just yet. 

“Oh my god!”

“What?! What?!” You’re so jumpy it’s starting to get on your nerves. Calm down.

“That’s the year my dad finished boot camp!” Now, your eyes are as wide as saucers. “Do you think that could be his?”

“What the hell? No! I mean, pfft, why would it be his?” 

Again, Molly eyes you, taken aback by your jittery response. “I don’t know, he could’ve donated it or something.” 

“Look,” Releasing a nervous breath, you brush some of your hair back with both hands. “I’m fine, Goof, okay? I promise.”

She keeps her brow raised. “I don’t know… something’s going on.”

“I’m fine.”

Molly knows you’re a grown woman, and she knows you can take care of yourself. If anything, you’re the caregiver in your relationship. You’re older, you’re more responsible, and you could probably have a nice night without her in your hair. 

“Okay,” She finally gives in, nodding. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to check.”

Offering a soft smile, you step forward, holding out your arms. Molly mirrors you, happy to receive your hug. 

“Thank you for checking on me, babe.” She holds you tightly; you have no idea how much you mean to her. “I love you. I’ll talk to you in the morning, okay?”

The hallway in your apartment is so short that even from behind the bedroom door, Dave can hear what you’re saying. Internally, it warms his heart. He knew the two of you were close, but he never knew you spoke to each other like that. 

Shortly afterwards, you’re closing the door and locking it for the night. But Dave doesn’t come out, continuing to hide until he’s given the all-clear.

“Dave?” He doesn’t answer, not until you walk into your bedroom. “Jesus.” Your entire body jumps, now seeing him in the corner of your room. 

“Is she gone?”

“Yes,” Comes your quick sigh and roll of your eyes. “She was just checking on me.”

Stepping forward, he smiles, reaching for your hips. Glancing down at you, he says, “I didn’t know you said that to each other.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

Shrugging, you return his grin. “Well, yeah. She’s my best friend.” 

For a split second, the thought crosses Dave’s mind that the two of you shouldn't be doing this. He knows how much is at risk. But he shoves it away, pulling you into his chest. He needs you.

“I love you.” He expresses, kissing the top of your head. 

Smiling, you wrap your arms around his midsection, releasing a dreamy breath. “I love you, too.” You honestly don’t think you’ll ever get tired of saying it, not to him. But what does this mean for the two of you? David has other questions. 

“How are you feeling?” It’s as if he’s compelled to ask. Now that the two of you have done this, have said this, it’s all so real now. 

“It’s… a little hard, weird, keeping something like this from her.” 

He had hope in his heart but now… your words are guilting him. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone in this, let alone his daughter and you. 

“Come here,” That deep voice insists, bringing you over to the bed. 

Situating himself in the middle, he pulls you into his lap. It’s almost too easy, getting you onto him, straddling his legs until you’re pressed against his chest. 

“I know it’s… strange.” He says, trying to be understanding. His hands stroke your sides, fingers finding the skin beneath the shirt you’re wearing. “Do you… should we not…” 

“No,” Leaning in, you shake your head frantically. “Nonono, I want this. I want you.”

Sliding your hands up, they rest gently on either side of his neck, eyes flickering between his own. Rising to his cheeks, you bring him in, resting his forehead on yours. “Do you not want this?” 

The deep breath he takes worries you, retracting your hands. But he grabs them mid-movement. 

“It scares me, how much I want this.” Before you realize what he’s doing, his hand is on the back of your neck, bringing you in for another kiss. “I don’t say these kinds of things to just anyone.” 

Grinning against his lips, you hum curiously. “What kinds of things?” 

All you get is a smirk, the short remark of don’t be sassy, and another quick kiss. And then he’s picking you up from his lap, placing you on the bed so he can stride into your bathroom. 

Now this, this is more like it. Almost naturally, David strips, feet leading him into your bathroom. There’s no stiffness to him, no uncertain feeling stirring inside either of you. The situation feels normal, normal and calm and honestly, everything he’s ever hoped for in a relationship. Around Carol, he always felt subconscious; it was rare for her to see him completely naked, especially when they weren’t in bed. Her comments were seemingly never-ending and always judgemental and just… mean. It was like she could never say anything positive to him. But the second he’s out of the shower, you’re already speaking words of admiration into existence, the outward and unexpected affection prompting a soft, rosy glow to color his cheeks.

Dave is very clearly a shower, not a grower. And as soon as he’s in your view, he can see your eyes move. Truthfully, it flatters him. He can’t remember the last time a woman was so interested in him. 

“Baby,” You coo quietly, walking over to where he stands. “You’re so handsome…”

Lifting your hand, he assumes you’re bringing him in for a kiss. But he’s wrong. All that hand does is rest on his chest, the other falling to the space between his legs. 

Leaning in, you kiss his cheek, whispering, “You know how sexy you are to me?”

With his face heating up, he pulls you into him, keeping you against his body when he moves to the bed. Giggling, you settle on his lap, pressing your lips to his cheek once again. 

“It’s cute, seeing you all shy.”

“I’m, I’m not… shy.” Looking away, the corners of his lips quirk up just a bit. 

Your own tiny smile meets his again, David’s eyes closing with his arms wrapping around your midsection. He’s damp from the shower, your naked skin sticking to his while you cuddle him. Tiny kisses all over his face make him laugh, or dare you say giggle. 

For the first time in what feels like forever, David is happy again. He feels attractive, wanted, loved. How the hell did he find all of this with you? 

“You’re beautiful, David.” And then he sighs, a large palm sliding down the expanse of your hair. “You don’t ever have to be shy around me, baby.”

He knows you can’t feel it, not really. You’re still asleep, snuggled up in his arms. If you were awake, he knows you’d feel his small kisses, the gentle press of his lips along your shoulder and neck. 

As soon as his alarm went off, he stopped it, hoping the shrill noise didn’t wake you. And it didn’t, allowing him to hold you for that much longer. If you did wake up, he has no doubt that you’d let him hold you, but both of you being awake means the day would have to start. It means that he’d have to leave for work, and you for school, and right now, he doesn’t want to do that. He wants to stay in this lull, in this space without time. 

After spending a handful of nights with you now, he knows you’re a pretty heavy sleeper. So he doesn’t hesitate when he brushes your hair to the side, when he intertwines his legs with your own. But he jumps slightly when he feels you move, sleepily reciprocating, snuggling your legs against his. Dreamily, you sigh, and it fills his heart with an indescribable amount of joy. 

Before he’s late, he decides to get up, slowly sliding out of bed. He’s quiet as he moves, getting dressed and freshening up in your bathroom. Being that it’s the weekend, he doesn’t really have anywhere to be, but he knows he should go home. He doesn’t want Carol feeding the girls some bullshit about why he’s not there. 

“Shit,” He hisses, fumbling with his now-buzzing phone. Quickly stumbling into your hallway, he closes the door, not wanting you to hear this call. “Hello?” Dave whispers, treading lightly into your living room. 

“Hey, you free today?”

“I don’t know, maybe. Why?”

“We need to talk.”

“I don’t know if I have time to talk to the guy that ratted me out to my fucking wife.” He snaps, tying the strings of his sweatpants. 

“Dave, that wasn’t my intention, and you know it.” Resnik returns, clearly annoyed with Dave’s aggression. “I didn’t know where you were, and you weren’t answering me.”

“Don’t ever fucking call Carol again. She wouldn’t have known where I was anyways.”

“Well, where were you?” 

“None of your business. What do you want?”

Scoffing, Resnik rolls his eyes. “We need to talk about our current client. Just me and you.”

“Where?”

“There’s a cafe about fifteen minutes from your house if you can make it.”

“What time?” Lifting his arm, he lowers it quickly, glancing at his wrist. 

“Noon?” 

Right now, it’s eight o’clock. He can swing that. “Fine. Send me the address.”

With that, he hangs up, still frustrated with his colleague. He should probably get home as soon as he can, freshen up there and get some papers together for their meeting. Running a hand over his face, he sighs, not wanting to start this annoying day. But he knows he has to go, so he sneaks back into your room to say goodbye.

“Baby?” Smoothing a hand over your forehead, he kisses your temple, whispering to you. “Sweetheart,”

“Mm?” Scrunching your brows, you murmur sleepily to him. 

“I’m leaving.”

“No,” It’s a small whine, your eyes barely opening as you reach out to him. 

David grins, leaning into your arms. “I have to. But I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“When?”

“As soon as I can.” He promises, and you know he’ll stay true to it. “I’ll text when I’m home, sweetheart. I love you.” 

His feet feel like cement when he finally leaves your apartment, his brain having to actively tell him left foot, right foot, left foot, right. He still does his best to not blow his cover, watching his surroundings while climbing into the car. With another look at your apartment, and another sigh, he starts it up, and leaves. 

Damn, I’d live there if she let me. 

For some reason, the driveway is empty. He doesn’t see Carol’s car when he walks in through the garage, either. Carol never works on the weekend, so… where the hell is she? 

Inside, everything looks normal. It’s clean, clutter-free, dishes put away and countertops wiped off. He doesn’t hear the girls, doesn’t see them in the backyard or in the basement. Strange. 

With everyone gone, maybe he’ll finally get some alone time. He’s still in the basement, choosing to now wander into his office to collect a few papers for his meeting with Resnik. But after that… he’s pretty much stumped on what to do. Dave wasn’t the kind of person that liked to relax, he always had to do something. And he thinks, maybe with his current upbeat mood and surprisingly high energy, he can start working out. 

It’s a warm day, so he figures he’ll workout in just his sweats. When he’s in the garage, he keeps the door closed, not exactly wanting to show himself off. But he’ll get there eventually. 

After only a few reps of bicep curls, he’s starting to feel even better. His stamina is stronger than he thought it’d be, allowing him to do more than he originally planned. Push-ups, pull-ups, leg presses, and lunges are what he decides on, continuing to work himself for about an hour or so. But in the middle of his last set of pull-ups, Carol comes home. He doesn’t stop when the garage opens, though, he just tries to ignore her. 

When she walks inside, she’s clearly surprised. Brows raised, she eyes him, having not seen him workout in more than a year. And honestly, she hasn’t seen this much of his skin in months. 

“You’re looking nice.” She comments, the words immediately catching his attention. But still, he ignores her. 

She’s probably just trying to start something.

Carol’s eyes travel down Dave’s chest, his stomach, and the small trail of hair leading down to his pelvis. And that’s when she sees them, the periwinkle boxers you bought him. 

“When did you get those?” She asks, her tone laced with annoyance. 

Now, David sighs, hopping down from the bar. “When did I get what?” He’s sweaty and out of breath, using the back of his hand to wipe his forehead. 

Now looking at his wife, he realizes she’s holding a multitude of shopping bags. He briefly wonders why she went out in the first place, but is distracted when she waves a finger at him.

“Those… boxers.”

“Oh,” Looking down, he sees the small bit of light purple sticking out above his sweatpants. “My baby got me those.” It’s an easy answer, coming out naturally. But immediately shifts the mood in the air. 

Carol’s frown is instantaneous, her scoff audible. But it just makes him smile. 

“She’s going to get bored of you so quick, you know.” 

All he does is shrug, remaining unphased. “She hasn’t lost interest yet.”

“Well, you feeling the need to workout just to keep her around says a lot.” 

Now, he laughs. “Carol, I’m not doing this for her. I felt good today, I’ve been wanting to get in shape again.” 

“Sure, just keep lying to yourself. You’ve never even had Calvin Klein boxers before, she obviously doesn’t know you.”

“She bought these for me because I don’t have any.” Dave corrects her, glaring from across the room. “Besides,” Shrugging, he glances down again. “Feels pretty good on my cock.”

This makes Carol fucking short circuit. Dave never uses that word; she finds it pretty crude, and always considered it a curse word. 

“What did you just say?”

He’s pretty much done with this conversation, so he turns, making his way back into the house. 

“I’m talking to you!”

“I don’t care.” He doesn’t even keep the door open for her. 

Obviously, you have to wash it, but you almost don’t want to. It still smells like him. Regardless, you shovel your clothes into the washer, turning it on before going about your other tasks. Cleaning up after David left makes you sadder than you’d imagined, but you know you’re just being dramatic. You’ll see him again soon… hopefully. Realistically, you’re not sure when you will. 

Glancing down at your phone, you consider sending him a text. You don’t want to bother him, but… you’re his baby. He loves you. He’ll be happy to hear from you.

When his phone rings, he immediately assumes it to be you, your little message making him grin. And the thoughts that float into his head are exactly what you’d imagined. That’s my baby. 

Grinning, you shake your head. Thinking back to the previous night, you squirm in your seat, feeling the slight burn between your legs that he left. God, you’d do anything to experience that again.

Already, he wants to make his way back to you. He really meant it, he’d live there if you let him. Maybe after he sees Resnik he can stop by again, if you’re not too busy. Even if you are, he doubts you wouldn’t ditch your plans for him. 

After a quick shower, he’s picking up his phone again, but he doesn’t even get to open the screen before dropping it. 

“Jesus Christ!” Busting into his room, Carol crosses her arms, glaring at him. “What the fuck, Carol?!” 

“We need to talk.” She states, eyeing him once again. 

Before he can reach for a towel, she gets a pretty good look at him. Honestly, she came in so quick so she could see him like this; she’s missed him. But she notices something… different.

“When was the last time you fucking shaved, David?!” She sounds disgusted, staring wide-eyed at his longer pubic care. 

Wrapping a towel around his face, he groans. “Why the fuck do you care?” 

“It’s gross, David.”

“Not to her.” Again, that shit-eating grin crosses his face. Looking up into the mirror, he lifts a hand, stroking his chin. “Likes my stubble, too. Think I’ll start growing it out again.”

“You’re such an antagonizing piece of shit.”

“Me?! I’m not the one barging into people’s rooms!” Voice booming, he takes a step towards her. “Why are you even here?!”

She disguises her flustered breath with an outright scoff, rolling her eyes. “I need you to get some chores done.”

“Fine.” Turning, he grabs some clothes. “Make a list and I’ll do it.” Anything to get her out of his hair. 

“Are you… is that a marine shirt?” 

“Yeah, so what?” 

“You haven’t worn your marine stuff in years.” She says it somberly, like she’s missing out on his life. And she’s right. 

“She found out I was a marine the other week.” He explains, sliding the shirt over his head. “She makes me feel proud of it again.”

Carol never saw his service as something to be proud of. She came from a military family, and she always saw it as something you should just… do. Funny she never served, though. 

“I guess you really like her then, huh?” She sighs, eyes falling. 

“Honestly, Carol,” Finishing pulling up his pants, he takes one last look in the mirror before fixing his gaze on his soon-to-be ex. “I love her.” 

His words are both shocking and heartbreaking; she can’t believe he just said that, especially to her. When she doesn’t respond, Dave nods to her hand. 

“It’s time you take off your ring.” 

“I, I don’t think…”

“I don’t care.” Walking over to his door, he opens it. “Get out, and take it off.”

“What are we looking at?”

“Another trip, two weeks this time. Overseas.”

“Usual.” Dave shrugs, having expected this.

“Some slip ups were made, we need to play cleaning crew.”

“God dammit.” Dave rubs a hand over his face, groaning quietly. The trip, he expected, not the task. “Who fucked up?”

“The names don’t really matter, we know where they’re at. A few bankers, two attorneys.”

Pondering his next words, David tilts his head to each side, thinking. But while he’s thinking, the bell above the cafe’s door dings, prompting his attention. And just like that, every ounce of his attention is given to you.

For just a moment, you stop in your tracks. Why is he here? But then you see the man across from him and assume it must be his colleague. Your relationship is very clearly a secret, and you intend to keep it that way. So, you take your surprise in stride, moving to find a booth further away.

The cafe is fairly empty, considering it’s a weekend. You’d packed up your school supplies, intending to have a quiet study day. But now that you know he’s here, there’s no way you’ll be able to focus. And he’s feeling the exact same. 

“Dave?”

“What?” He says, redirecting his eyes back to Resnik. “What?”

“We need to leave soon.”

“Like, the cafe?”

“For the trip.” Squinting his eyes, he shakes his head. “What are you looking at?”

“No, I -” He tries to stop him, but it’s too late. Resnik is already turning around. “Holy shit, Dave,” Spinning his head back toward his colleague, Dave can very clearly see his delighted expression. “That’s the girl I told you about!”

“What?”

“On Only Fans!” He whispers, almost giddy. Turning back in your direction, you’re now aware of their collective gaze, shooting them a grin. “I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“No, Resnik!” But he’s already standing and making his way over to you.

Absolutely shocked, you raise your brows, watching him approach. Why is he coming over to you? Why not David? Briefly, your eyes flash to him, and he’s shrugging at you, a frantic look on his face. 

“Hi,” This random man says, now at your table’s edge. 

Looking up, you meet his eyeline, unsure of what to say. Why is he here? 

“Hi…”

“I, um…” Sighing with a grin, he takes a seat across from where you’re sat. “I’m a big fan of your work.”

“Excuse me?”

Placing a hand on his chest, he leans in. “I’m a subscriber.” 

Raising your brows, you feel slightly… offended. This is how someone who’s seen you naked approaches you?

“To your Only Fans.” He clarifies further, dropping his voice an octave. 

“Um… thanks.” 

“I was wondering, um…” 

The entire time this man is talking, your eyes are flickering from his to David’s. And Dave is watching intently, fingers curling into fists. He can tell you’re uncomfortable. 

“Could I get a picture?”

“A what?”

“A picture. You know, of…” And then his eyes trail down to your chest, quickly flicking back to your own.

At this, your jaw drops. “Are you fucking kidding me?” 

Clearly, he didn’t expect this reaction. Raising his brows, he sits up, leaning back from you. “I, um…”

“That’s what you choose to say?” 

Dave’s voice prompts both sets of eyes to snap up to him, languidly stepping over to your table. 

“Get outta here, man.” 

Twisting your face up at this random man, you scoff, quickly scooping your school supplies into your bag. “Go fuck yourself.” 

You don’t want to avoid him, but you feel like you have to. And for some reason, Dave takes offense to this. Is she mad at me?

Following you into the parking lot, he calls after you, hoping to talk. Surprisingly, he watches you walk over to his Tesla, standing by the side door. Is she… waiting for me?

“Baby, I’m sorry about him. He can be a fucking prick.”

“Just please get in the car.”

“What?”

“Open it!” 

Slowly, he does, unsure of what’s going on. Are you mad? Upset? Do you want him to drive you home? But as soon as the back door is open, you’re grabbing onto his shirt and shoving him towards the door. 

“Baby, what -”

“I’m so glad you came over to me.” Sighing, you slide in beside him, closing the door. Easily, you climb onto his lap, and he welcomes it. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Nodding, your hands find his face, dipping down to kiss him. “I missed you, I feel like a fucking kid but I do. Daddy, I missed you.”

“Oh fuck,” He sighs, leaning up toward your lips. “Baby…”

Dave’s hands find your hips, quickly sliding down to your ass. You’re wearing an oversized sweatshirt and yoga pants, your hair tied up in a messy ponytail. But he swears you’ve never looked more adorable. 

“I can’t believe I ran into you there.” Breaking away from his lips, you lower yourself, pressing frenzied kisses to his throat. 

“Why were you there, anyway? Having yourself a little study day?”

“I tried to.”

“Hm,” David hums, smiling. “My smart girl.”

Hearing his gentle praise makes your body light up with excitement. Already, your fingers are trailing down his chest, pulling gently at his waistband. He’s in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, a simple outfit and one you’ve never before seen him in.

“You want me?” He asks lowly, the corners of his lips quirking up into a grin. 

“Yes, please.” Nodding, you press your face into the slope of his neck, leaning on him. Glancing down, you watch yourself undo the belt and button of his pants, sliding down the zipper to be met with that familiar, purple color. 

“Baby! You’re wearing them?!” Your head snaps up, eyes quickly finding his. It only makes his grin widen, seeing the elatement coloring your face. 

“Of course, I am.” One of his hands then leaves your body, brushing some of your hair aside to cup your cheek. “I always want to be reminded of you.” 

“Baby…”

“Daddy wants you, sweetheart.” Hearing David refer to himself like that makes you audibly moan. “Can’t you feel me?”

But you don’t answer him, you just work on shimmying down your pants. Crawling back over his lap, he lifts his hips, sliding his jeans down until they’re around his ankles. 

“Fuck me, honey.” He urges you, hands finding the bare skin of your ass. Squeezing you tightly, he gives you a small spank, watching you yelp. “Come on.”

“Baby…” Lifting yourself slightly, you join him in glancing down, watching while the two of you connect. But just as you begin to sink down, some kind of movement catches David’s eye. It’s Resnik. 

“Shit.”

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Hi honey! I don't remember if I sent in my request or not.

But it was Dave York-#96 from smut prompt list.

96. “I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands of me.”

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Jenny you originally sent this in for my 1k follower celebration, but I thought it would be better used for the My Best Friend's Dad series, and holy shit I'm so glad I saved it for this.

MBFD One-Shot: Obsessed

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 4k (on the dot, oof)

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, dry humping, degradation, oral (m receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, rough sex, brief mention of anal sex, and a wet dream

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A/N: This is a dream David has when he spends the night at reader’s house in Chapter Seven: Sweet To Me (;

My lovelies, I am so sorry for not posting this yesterday. I made the mistake of watching the new Jeffrey Dahmer documentary while trying to write this and, yeah… not a good mix. But now it’s here! I hope you enjoy!

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“Please David? Please?” 

He turns his head, looking over to you. Still resting his back against the headboard of his bed, he feels… perplexed. You’re wearing nothing but your pretty, soft, lavender panties, along with a simple, white bralette. Your hair is down, beautifully so, flowing around your face and over your shoulders. It’s mesmerizing to him, your gorgeous figure, your heavenly smile. You’re like a siren, calling him out to sea. He shouldn’t do this with you, it’s what he thought the first time he kissed you. That sinful sense, that feeling of taboo still lingers between the two of you. But it doesn’t deter either one of you, it only serves to excite you.

“Please what, princess?” he asks with genuine curiosity. 

“Let me touch you.” comes your immediate response, teeth nibbling on your lower lip. “Please… daddy.” 

“Oh…” that fucking word, he sighs audibly at the sound of you saying it. “You want to touch me?” 

You’re crawling toward him over the side of the bed, slowly making your way to his lap. He watches in awe as you finally approach him, his eyes glued to your angelic face. Swinging your leg over both of his own, you settle your center just above his. With natural ease, both of David’s hands fall to your hips, fingers sliding along the crease of your thighs as they flex slightly beneath him. 

“Sweetheart,” he sighs, the sound rough and low beneath a quickly forming and incredibly sinister grin. 

“You’re all I think about, daddy.” you sigh, running a finger down his chest. You then lean in, bumping your nose softly with his. “I love how you feel, how you taste…”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod, grinning before him. “Inside my mouth, in my pussy… have you ever wondered how it’ll feel if you put it… somewhere else?”

“Oh, fuck.” his jaw falls slack as he sighs, lips parting slightly at the mere thought of it. He’s fantasized about the act before, fucking your ass, but he’s never talked to you about doing it. 

“I just want to feel you, daddy.” your hands run up his chest, along his shoulders and neck. “Wanna feel your body, make you feel good.” 

David’s chest inhales deeply, that same breath exhaled with force. It’s only been a few minutes, and you’ve somehow managed to really rile him up. 

“Can I suck on you, daddy?” Finally, you tell him what’s on your mind. 

“Oh Jesus, baby.” he rolls his eyes dramatically, your request sending an erotic shock through his system. “Really?” 

“Really.” you confirm with a smirk.

“Hm,” he sighs again, tilting his head to the side. 

He’s never seen you like this before; you’re all over him. He knows how attractive you find him, but you’ve never acted like this before. It surprised him at first but now, it’s starting to fill him with an incredible sense of confidence, of dominance. 

“I want you, please.” you whine out, blatantly gawking at his figure, your hands roaming his torso.

When you aren’t instantly granted your wish, you quietly whine. Your sound only makes him grin, your eyes innocent when they flash back up to his. Dave analyzes your features, the color of your hair, the shape of your mouth and eyes, the way your nose curves, the small pout to your smooth lips. 

“You’re such a pretty girl,” he praises, his voice already raspy. And then he lifts his hand, placing it on the side of your jaw. “My pretty, whiny little girl.” 

“Daddyyyyy,” it’s said as an impatient whimper, your eyes unmoving as they stare into his. 

He looks so good like this, so mature and business-like. He’s dressed in his work attire, as if he’d just gotten home. His blue button-up, his black slacks, his jawline clean and hair styled nicely. It makes your mind run wild with thoughts, fantasies, every single one centered around him. 

“I want you, I want you…”

Your hands slide up to his face, tilting your head to the side to kiss his jawline and neck. You can feel him smile beneath your lips, the pull on his mouth and the rise of his cheeks. As you continue to move, he tilts his head to the side for you, allowing you better access to the skin of his neck. 

“You do, huh?” he asks you, speaking with confidence now. The rumble of his deep voice vibrates against your lips as they continue moving over his throat. 

“Mhm,” you whine, mouth still focusing on him. 

One of his hands leaves your backside, rising to pet your hair. It then lands on the back of your head, keeping your lips against his neck. And by the way you’re kissing him, sucking on him, he can tell they’ll be marks when he lets you back up. 

“Tell me more,” Dave coos to you, the hand on your backside having its fair share of grabs. “Tell daddy all your slutty little thoughts… you know I love to hear them.” 

“You do?” 

“Of course I do,” he grins, licking his lower lip. He can already feel his excitement getting to him, a small pulsation now emanating from his groin. 

“And maybe,” he adds on, “if you’re good enough for daddy, he’ll make each one come true.” 

His words make you smile, arousal burning inside you. The air he now exudes is incredibly cocky. At first, he was unsure of what was happening, but now… he’s more than eager to listen to you; to use you. 

“I want to touch you,” it’s hurried out, your mouth sliding over the tawny skin of his neck, your teeth scraping over him. “I want you in my mouth, wanna lick you, baby.” 

Slightly, your hips move, rutting gently over him. And as soon as you do it, his other hand flies down your body, too. Both of David’s large palms squeeze your backside, fingers digging into your soft flesh. 

“More, baby.” he urges you, shoving your hips over his crotch. “Tell daddy more.” 

“I wanna suck on your tip, feel you throb on my tongue.” The hands that had been on his chest rise to either side of his handsome face, pressing your forehead to his as you grin.

“There you go.” he happily praises, leaning in to kiss you. But it’s only one, and it makes you release a disappointed sigh. 

“Daddy, I want it, please.” 

“I know you do,” David responds slowly. “And I’ll let you have it, sweetheart. Daddy’ll take care of his needy girl…” 

Just barely, his fingertips slide forward, following the curve of your ass down to your pantyline. To his delight he finds you wet, those light purple panties becoming dark with your excitement. At this knowledge, he sucks in a helpless breath, ecstasy shivering through his limbs. 

“Oh,” you gasp, feeling him spank you passionately with both hands. 

“Tell daddy just how needy you are for him.” with force, he pulls your hips forward again, the thickness of him pushing against the fabric of his pants. “How needy your tight little cunt is.” 

“Oh…” you gasp again, feeling his hands force you onto his lap over and over again. 

“I said tell me.” he seethes, staring directly into your eyes. 

“I’m needy, I’m needy for you.” you quickly comply, licking your lower lip. 

Now of your own accord, your body moves against him, sliding back and forth over his hardening crotch. And your verbal and physical compliance makes him grin. The look on his face makes you timidly duck your head, resting it in the crook of his neck once again. Your arms loop around his neck as well, clinging to him while using his lap for stimulation. 

“I know you need my cock; oh, baby, can’t you feel it throbbing? It’s throbbing for you, sweetheart.”

“Mhm,” you nod against him, gasping quietly. “I feel it, daddy.” 

By now, the wetness growing between your legs has increased to the point that it’s staining his clothes. You’re leaking on him, and in turn, he’s leaking onto himself. He can’t take it, he can’t wait anymore. 

David’s hands abruptly leave your backside, moving between your legs to fumble with his pants. It’s a sloppy maneuver, his hands hurrying to get his belt and zipper undone. But as soon as his pants are open, the thickness of him fills his hand, fingers gripping tightly. 

“Oh…” he sighs, dropping his head back. 

“Daddy…” you glance down, watching as he takes himself in hand. 

By the time you look down he’s already stroking himself, his tip red and drooling profusely from your attention. He moans for you, still resting back against his headboard. 

“Rub yourself against it, princess.” he suddenly demands, his words making your eyes return to his. “Make it wet for me.” 

“Hm…” you giggle happily, glancing down as you lift your hips to move against him. 

But the moment is interrupted when David abruptly grabs your face. Hand on your jaw once more, he forces you to look up at him, his fingers and thumb digging into your soft cheeks. It’s so sudden and harsh it makes you gasp, your sweet eyes looking into those dark and predatory orbs. 

“I want you to look at me while you do it.” he tells you sternly, intensely, eyes black and cold. 

“Okay daddy,” you immediately reply, heart pounding in your chest from his grip. 

“Yeah…” slowly, he lifts his chin up and down, watching your pretty smile while you move. “Rub my cock through my clothes princess, play with it, feel it get hard for you.” 

Your wet panties slide across his tip, and it makes him ache for you. You do as you’re told, too, your gaze only leaving his when your doe-like eyes decide to blink. 

“Does that feel good, daddy?” 

“Oh, yes baby.” he swallows thickly, licking his lip. “Yeah…” 

“Oh…” you moan delicately, your head falling back to expose your neck. Ever so slightly, you puff out your chest, the beautiful curves inching closer to his face with every additional deep breath. 

“That’s it sweetheart, sit on daddy’s lap and rut against my cock.” His voice is low, breathy. “Don’t forget to look at me with your desperate little eyes, baby girl.”

When you don’t respond in time, he grits his teeth, reaching up to grab your neck. “Are you listening to me, my sweet doll? Are you listening to daddy?” 

“Yes,” you nod your head rapidly in response. “I won’t forget, daddy. I won’t look away.” 

“That’s so good, princess. That’s so good… my pathetic little princess, humping daddy’s lap…”

The quicker your hip movements become, the more aggressive he gets. And that’s just what you want; he’s so incredibly sexy like this. How is it possible for him to praise and degrade you at the same time? And how is it possible for you to be fucking addicted to it? 

“Show me how you do it, baby.” he breathlessly demands. The fingers on your throat loosen their hold, two of them creeping up to tug on your bottom lip. “Show daddy just how you like to suck on him.” 

“Oh,” you barely have time to whimper before he’s shoving them into your mouth, an airy chuckle leaving his own. 

You do your best to wrap your lips around his digits, feeling him slide them in and out. He can hear your wet sucks as you do it, can feel your tongue wiggle beneath the pads of his fingertips. 

“Look at that… you’re already so cock dumb, aren’t you?” 

“Mhm,” rapidly, you nod, staring into his eyes while you suck on his fingers. And amidst all of this, you still haven’t stopped rolling your hips over his lap. 

“Daddy’s dumb little doll.” he sighs, an arrogant half-smirk decorating his lips. When he hears your high sigh, he tilts his head, furrowing his brows slightly. “You like when daddy calls you names, babygirl?”

Again, all you can do is mumble around his fingers and nod. You want to speak, want so badly to verbally answer him, but you won’t. He didn’t tell you to. 

“You look so fucking cute sucking on my fingers.” he lets out a hurried breath, giving his head one quick shake as he stares at your beautiful face. 

“Fuck,” finally, he rips his fingers from your mouth. “Do it, baby. Go on, suck on daddy.”

His hands are pushing you off of him, forcing you backwards and onto the bed. Scrambling onto your hands and knees, you shimmy excitedly to the space between his legs. Without being prompted, you lean in, grabbing him gently as your tongue flicks over his foreskin. 

“Fuck,” he seethes, his hips shivering slightly from the sensation. 

Tugging down, you expose his tip, your soft lips now sucking it into your mouth. 

“Oh my god,” Dave throws his head back, one hand flying to the top of your head. “Lick it baby,” he huffs out, his chest puffing out before deflating back down. “Lick my foreskin.”

“Hm, daddy…” you sigh, eyes fixed on him and only him.

You do as you’re told, sticking your tongue out and flattening it on the underside of him. Slowly, you drag it up, your wet tastebuds running across his foreskin.

“Yes,” he grunts, his fingers sinking into your hair. “Baby, that’s so good.”

While you intended to begin slow and sensual, David is too impatient for that pace. The hand he has on your head forces you down when you return to his tip, forcing you to take him whole. But you gag slightly, coming back up halfway. 

“Come on, baby.” he encourages you, his other hand reaching out to cup your cheek. “You can fit more of daddy’s cock in your mouth; I know it.” 

“Mm,” you gurgle around him, embarrassed to admit that you’re drooling already. But you give in, allowing his length to slide into your throat.

“Fuck,” Dave’s eyes pinch shut, feeling your slick throat suck him deeper inside. 

He continues moaning, using his hand to bob your head up and down on his cock. And you let him use you like this; after all, it’s what you wanted. 

“Oh princess,” he chuckles, now looking down. “Your pussy left a mess all over me.” 

Neither of you had noticed until now, but there are dark patches all over the crotch of his work pants. Even though they’re black, you can see the wet splotches surrounding his zipper and button. The realization makes your insides burn and your cheeks feel hot, the sensations shooting straight to your center. 

“Jesus Christ, fuck me…” looking further down, he can see your ass slightly in the air as you bend over his crotch. And as he continues pushing your head up and down, he can see your backside jiggle slightly with each move.

“Ngh,” he groans, yanking your hair up to pull you off of his crotch. 

“Daddy?” you ask curiously, your breaths escaping you entirely. 

David doesn’t answer you, he just surges forward to grab you. His hands immediately find your bra, sliding over the front cups and to the back to remove it. You allow it to slide down your arms, wanting nothing more than to show yourself to him. 

“Let me see you,” he demands roughly, his large palms pawing at your chest once it’s exposed. 

“Baby,” you hiss pleasurably, leaning into his touch. 

He’s not timid or gentle, he’s taking what he needs from you. 

“Turn around.” 

You’re so wrapped up in the moment that you don’t totally compute what he just said; you’d been focusing on the way his chest moves, the veins protruding in his neck. 

“You’re going to make daddy angry if you can’t listen.” he growls, grabbing your jaw once again. “I said… turn around.” 

His hands drop to your hips before you say anything in response to him, urging you to move into the position he’s requested of you. And as soon as you do, he places a hand on the center of your back, shoving you down. 

And that’s when he realizes where the two of you are. You’re in his master bedroom; Carol’s room. 

Once you’re leaning on your elbows, you’re able to briefly gain your bearings. When you look up, you notice there’s a mirror in front. And as soon as you realize that, your eyes look higher up to see Dave kneeling behind you. 

He side-steps out of his pants, tossing them onto a rug beside the bed. His eyes are staring at your body, hands rising to grab the tantalizing curves of your ass. 

“Tell me,” he requests quietly, smoothing his hands over your cheeks. “Tell me how badly you need me to ruin you.”

“Ugh,” you groan, eyes rolling back at his brazen words. 

“Look at how soaking you are at just the thought of it, just the thought of daddy putting it in you…” he drags the knuckles of his pointer finger up your seam, feeling your delicate muscles pulse from his touch. 

“I’m, I, daddy…”

“Can’t even get your thoughts together, can you?” he teases, cocking his head in the mirror at you. 

“Please.” is all you can manage to say. 

Your head feels hazy, your chest sucking in desperate gulps of air as you wait rather impatiently for him. And you assume he’s going to demand more of you when he decides to shove his entire length into you. 

“Fuck!” you cry out forcefully, your body rocking forward from the force of it. 

As soon as he’s inside, he leans forward, reaching down to curl his fingers around your throat. With this leverage he hauls you up, pressing your back flush against his chest. His other hand loops around to your chest, squeezing your left tit in his hand. He’s panting behind you, pulsing as he’s seated completely inside you. 

“Let’s take a look at you.” he huffs out, reaching up to brush away some of your hair. 

He exposes your heavenly face, the two of you staring at your reflection in the mirror not too far away from you. For a moment, you both take in the sight before you. He’s almost fully clothed while you’re kneeling naked before him, and that alone makes your thighs quiver against his. But the expression on his face, the look of the pure joy and pride he’s feeling from this entire situation… it makes you yearn for him. It also makes you happy knowing you’ve brought this out in him. But the fact that this is all happening in Carol’s room… that takes the fucking cake for you. 

The same hand that brushed away your hair cups your chin, his fingers and thumb applying gentle pressure to your soft skin. “Fucking gorgeous.” it comes out low and primal, and it makes you smile. 

"Jesus..." he turns his head, pressing his nose into your cheek. "I'm fucking obsessed with you."

"Oh, daddy..."

You see him in the mirror, his hair disheveled and a few buttons of his work shirt are undone. He’s panting behind you, swallowing thickly just before those intimidatingly dark eyes find you in the reflection. It makes you gasp for air, and that makes him grin. He can see how overwhelmed you are, and he wants to take it even further. You allow yourself to rest back against his sturdy body, David’s hot breaths now huffing out over your neck. He turns his head to kiss your skin, his tongue slipping past his lips to slide along your neck. It makes the sensitive space between your thighs tingle, squeezing him tight while he stays seated inside. And while he’s doing this, his hands roam your body, caressing your curves and squeezing every so often. 

“Bratty cheer girl, huh?” he then says with a smirk, snapping his hips against you. “Bratty for everyone but me.” 

“Daddy,” you gasp harshly, moaning at the almost painful feeling of his re-entry. 

“You’re such a good little girl for me,” he huffs out, his hips finding an absolutely brutal pace. “Your body feels so fucking good around me.” 

While looking into the mirror, he reaches up with his dominant hand, fingers grabbing your face and digging into your cheeks. He loves seeing that pouty look on your face. 

“Tell me, baby.” he demands roughly into your ear. “Tell me how much of a whore you are for me.”

“Dav -”

And then he shakes you, the action harsh and sudden. You did something wrong.

“Daddy,”

Reaching up, your hands grip David’s forearms, clinging desperately to them as your body is rocked by the strength behind his hips. And he keeps you upwards, pressing your naked body against him. While he continues diving inside, listening to the slick squelch of your sex as it takes him, he can’t bring himself to remove his eyes from the image of you. He’s watching you with every move, watching your pretty face contort as he fucks you, absolutely wrecking you inside. 

“Aren’t you my pretty little fucktoy?” he asks, slightly out of breath. He smiles then, “Daddy wants to see all of his pretty toy.” 

A small, breathless laugh squeaks its way past your lips, watching and feeling as he grabs a fistful of your tit. By now you’re both gasping, your bodies inhaling passionate gulps of air in your collective euphoric state. 

“Shit, shit.” he seethes from behind gritted teeth. Dropped his head to your shoulder, he closes his eyes, briefly biting down. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“Daddy, please.” Begging isn’t something you’re above doing when it comes to him; and you grin, knowing it works every single time you use it on him. 

“Jesus, I’m gonna cum inside.” he declares, not bothering to give you the choice. He knows you’d choose the same though, too. “Your sweet little pussy’s gonna make me cum inside.” 

“Yes, baby, do it. Please do it for me…” 

Languidly, your head lolls backward, falling to rest on one of David’s broad shoulders. It’s more than obvious, the falter in his hips, the stutter in his breaths. And you smile lazily when you see his face, the reflection of his handsome figure in the mirror. He’d been trying so hard not to cum too quick, he always does with you. But when he finally lets himself go, it’s incredibly satisfying for both of you. 

The sensation rushes over him helplessly, and he allows his body to be conquered by it. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as euphoria fills him, his spend rushing out of his tip and into your soothing inner channel. It makes his body jerk, his muscles spasming lightly as he empties himself inside you, the pleasure of it all making him feel drunk or high; he’s not sure which one, he just knows it from you. 

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes blinking awake. 

“David?” you ask through the darkness, feeling his body jerk harshly beside you. It woke him from his sleep, and it woke you, too. “Are you okay?” 

“Mm…” he groans, sliding his hand down to discover what he assumed to be true. He’s damp and sticky, from the mere dream of you. “Yeah, baby.”

He runs his clean hand over his face, groaning quietly again. 

“Baby, what’s up?” 

Even though you can’t see him, you roll over to face him in the darkness. 

“Nothing I just, I had a dream and… fuck,” he reaches over, feeling your arm and kissing your shoulder. “You couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

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My Best Friend's Dad - Ch. 7: Sweet to Me

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 16.9k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

mentions of separation and divorce, mentions of infidelity, domestic arguments, alcohol use, dirty talk, male masturbation, oral (f receiving), age gap, reader descriptions (long hair, fit body), panty kink, olfactophilia, marking, daddy kink, vaginal sex. We also get some creepy/obsessive/possessive Dave in here which I LOVE

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Shameful awkwardness runs white-hot through your veins when you hear him repeat the word back to you. You gulp heavily, the saliva sliding slowly down your throat. And David stares up at you as you begin to squirm slightly on his lap.

“Do you consider me to be your boyfriend?” he asks you, fully voicing the question currently running rampant in his mind. His eyebrows raise slightly as he looks into your eyes, curiosity and near bewilderment crossing his expression.

He’s baffled, completely caught off guard. He wasn’t sure what this was, he hasn’t been sure this entire time. The only thing he’s been sure of is his ability to soak up every single moment he gets with you. That, and how incredibly new this entire circumstance is. When you were near him, he always focused on you, whether others were around or not. And now that you’re alone together, his undivided attention is entirely yours, his concentration only increasing when he hears these words.

“Oh, well, I um… I kind of, I mean, you’re here and well, no one’s ever really been here before and –”

You’d been looking away, anxiety filling your gut while the blood drained slightly from your face. But as soon as you truly begin to babble, David’s hand comes up to your face. Immediately, he turns you to look at him, bringing you in for a searing kiss.

“Mm!” you murmur, your eyes wide open until you fully register his reaction. And when you do, you smile against him, your own hand coming up to brush softly over his cheek. His own grin widens against you, chuckling quietly while his free hand holds you tightly against him.

“Baby, I really like you, I like this. I want that.” it comes out in two quick pants before his lips return, and the expression of them makes your heart jolt inside. “I’m sorry I can’t be with you more but baby, I want to be with you.”

“Dave,” you smile kindheartedly, his fervent kisses trailing to your chin and cheek.

“I would love to be your boyfriend, baby.”

This is so incredibly strange for him. He hasn’t been someone’s boyfriend in years, decades even. Any uncertainty he felt about the situation you’d been describing between you and Molly at the mall completely melts away, the internal feeling similar to the physical one he feels as you begin to rest in his arms.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he nods, kissing your lips once more. He then leans back slightly, looking up into your eyes with his hand still on your face. “Do you want to be with me? Like that? You want that?”

Your teeth tug on the bottom corner of your lip, doing your best to keep your rapidly forming grin at bay, your explosive internal emotions doing little to help. A few seconds pass, filled with nothing but your giddy grin and David’s delightful expression as your eyes flicker between both of his. And then, you nod, the feeling of his strong arms quickly tightening around you as he pulls you to his chest.

There’s something about being here with you that makes him feel more… alive. It makes him feel like he’s been missing something all his life. Are relationships always supposed to feel this way? Exciting and unexpected and like you’re falling but you’re hoping you’ll be caught? And that right there is probably the scariest part about this, he thinks, because he doesn’t know if he’ll land softly when this is over. But he does think it’ll be worth it. So far, you’ve been worth it.

It's almost like every single thing you give him, every little tidbit about yourself, every little habit you show, every little piece of kindness or sass or wit inside your heart, it makes him fall that much harder for you. Is there anything about you that he won’t like? Because right now, you’re everything he could ever want.

“I know it’s kind of a cheesy movie, but… would you want to watch it?”

You ask him this as he comes out of the hallway, having just gotten out of the bathroom. By now his clothes have been washed and dried, only needing a quick wash due to the few garments he had. And once they were done, he slipped on a pair of dark gray sweatpants to make himself cozier. And just above the hem of his pants, the bright lilac hue peaks out. It’s covered by his shirt, but it’d only take one slight movement to expose it. He smiles to himself at just the thought of it, glancing down at his new attire and then checking the time on his watch.

When he gets closer to the couch, he glances up, expecting to see a movie similar to Twilight or The Notebook, something he’ll likely just sit through. But when he does, he’s surprised to see something unexpected. Something he actually likes.

“Can’t Buy Me Love?” he asks, looking from the screen to you. “Are you serious?”

There’s a wide grin breaking across his face, one eyebrow raised as he expresses his doubt in your statement.

“You thought I wouldn’t like this movie?”

You ponder your response, turning in your seat with a smirk. But then, you look back at him, your heart stuttering over a few beats from what you see. His hair is still slightly damp on the ends from the shower he’d had just over an hour ago, giving him an almost boyish look. He has his watch on and the t-shirt, and… sweatpants. You’ve never seen him in sweatpants before. You’ve never seen him in anything other than his business attire before. It offers a different mood to the surrounding atmosphere, one that feels light and comfortable.

“Baby, I love this movie. I haven’t seen it in forever, but it’s one of my favorites.”

“Really?”

He laughs, rounding the couch to sit next to you. Dave leans back on it, that same charming smile lingering on his face. Internally, he considers his response, wondering if it’ll come off too harsh. With his grin unwavering, he lays his right arm over the back of the couch, just behind you, and sighs.

“Were you even alive when this movie came out?” he then asks, turning his head to face you.

Immediately, your jaw drops, your open mouth displaying a shocked yet amused grin. When he sees your response, he laughs again, hearing your own giggle begin to pour out.

“Wow!”

“Oh, come on.” He replies playfully, rolling his eyes as he slings his arm around your neck to pull you close. Those still-smiling lips press against your forehead, and while the force behind his tug isn’t aggressive, the ease in which he is able to move you makes you flutter inside. “I’m just playing with you.”

Dave hasn’t exactly come off as the softest man, at least, not when others were around. He seems stern and hard on the outside, that impression solidifying itself even further when you found out he was a military man. But knowing that this cheesy 80’s flick is one of his favorite movies makes you feel like you’re finally seeing the layers underneath. Although, you’ve already seen a peak of David’s tender side through your text messages and more intimate moments. And all of this makes you think… after everything he’s been through in life, he’s choosing you to open up to? You?

“You’re cute,” you coo when he finally pulls back, lifting a hand and stroking your fingers along his jaw. “You’re so handsome.”

“Yeah?” he asks, tilting his head and lowering himself a bit.

Naturally, softly, your eyes close, nodding and whispering a small yes before your lips meet. He easily moves you backward, laying you down on your couch as his hands begin exploring once again.

“David,” you giggle, feeling those broad palms now pawing at you.

“I can’t help it,” he mumbles, his voice now muffled by the smooth skin of your neck. “I want more of you.”

“Mm…” your head tilts back a bit for him, your knees widening so he can slot himself right between your thighs. And he mirrors your quiet delight when your fingers slowly card through his hair, your core burning bright when his right palm slides around to cup the curves of your backside in hand.

But before much else can happen, your doorbell rings, and Dave’s head pops up. He looks to the door, then back to you.

“You expecting someone?”

“Yeah, I decided to order some pizza.” You tell him, watching as his eyes trail slowly down your form. “Would you be able to get the door?”

Something about you asking him to answer the door for you makes the entire situation feel domestic and calm, so he smiles, happily agreeing to. You make him feel so welcomed in your home, like it’s natural, like he’s meant to be here.

“Thanks,” Dave nods, handing the kid a few bills.

“Oh, do you want –”

Dave just waves at him, cutting the younger teen off while setting the soda you’d ordered on the table beside your entryway.

“Keep the change.”

“Oh, I thought I already paid for that online.” You frown, hearing his short conversation.

As if he’d been here many times before, David walks over into your kitchen to set down the boxes and drink. You walk over behind him, choosing to sit on a stool beside your countertop.  

“I guess not.” He shrugs, glancing up at you. “Where are your plates?”

“Up there,” you reply, pointing to the cabinet behind him. “Well, how much was it again? I can pay you back for it.”

“You don’t have to do that, sweetheart.” Dave chuckles, pulling two plates out and setting them on the stone surface.

Your face twists slightly in both confusion and doubt. “Are you sure? I mean, I meant to in the first place.”

“Honey, I don’t mind. Trust me.” He reassures you, offering a kind smile. “Now, how many slices do you want?”

On the inside, he’s practically buzzing. Would this be considered a date? Honestly, he’s not sure, but it’s the closest he’s come to one in years. Right now, your head is in his lap, and he has to work to keep his breathing calm. He’s seated on the end of your couch with you lying down, the two of you snuggled up while the movie plays.

When each of you had grabbed your cups and plates and finally sat down, he’d told you that he doesn’t usually watch these movies anymore. When you asked why, he said it was because he had no one to watch them with. And it’s not like he couldn’t watch them alone, he just didn’t want to. You’ve quickly come to find out that while Dave can be an incredibly strong and confident man, if he had a partner in his life, he didn’t want to do much without them. He liked being in a relationship, at least, when it was a fair and healthy one.

No matter how many times he thinks about how strange this is, he can’t bring himself to act differently. He doesn’t want to act differently, not with you. There were so many times throughout Dave’s life where he had to conceal his emotions and bring other ones to the surface. His job and marriage being two main examples. It got to the point where it was easy for him. But with you, it killed him. It was remarkably difficult to hide the feelings you so naturally brought out in him.

And while he continues to think, the movie continues to play, each of you paying attention to every scene. You can feel his breathing, the rise and fall of his stomach and chest behind you. You can also feel the soft stroke of his fingers as they begin to pet your hair, his knuckles occasionally brushed over your cheeks.

“This is my favorite scene,” you coo from below, smiling to yourself.

At this point in the movie, the two main characters had begun their fake relationship. She was more popular than him, and he just wanted to fit in. Amidst their difficulties, they decided to stage a breakup. And upon revealing your likeliness for the specific scene, David asks why.

“You can see they don’t mean it, not really.” You begin, “Neither of them. They’re both faking.”

He looks back up at the screen, having glanced down at you while you spoke.

“She’s falling for him; it’s all he’s ever wanted, and he doesn’t even see it.”

It’s cheesy, but that’s what you love about it. To you, these movies were the epitome of love. Writing poems for your crush, romantic confessions, opposites attracting each other. And that last bit… well, that makes you think.

“Dave?” you ask, rolling over onto your back. You stare up at him, and sensing the beginnings of a conversation, he grabs the remote and pauses the movie.

“Do you think we’re opposites?”

The question catches him off-guard; he’d never thought about it before.

“I, um…” he starts, crinkling his brows together. “I don’t know. Maybe, why?”

“Was just thinking about it. I feel like we’re different.”

“Is that a bad thing?” he asks, wondering where this sudden line of questing is coming from. Are you rethinking things?

You shrug, still looking up at him. “I don’t think so, not always.”

“Well, what do you think is different?”

“I’m small,” is the first thing that comes to mind. “And you’re… big.” He smiles at this, giving you a small chuckle. “You’re usually so serious but right now, you seem so sweet.”

“Are there times when I’m not sweet? To you?”

“No,” you grin, still speaking quietly. “You’re always sweet to me.”

Laying like this allows you to stare directly into his eyes, your own expressions now moving to mirror his. After he receives your answer, he goes back to brushing his palm and fingers over your hair and the side of your face, his skin moving gently over your silky strands.

He’s happy with your answer, elated, actually. Because you’re right, after all, he isn’t a sweet man. Dave can think of few things that make him good, even nice. His entire career made him into a man he never thought he’d be, those feelings only growing worse when he ‘retired’. But when he saw you, something inside him shined. Something new bloomed inside, something that made him feel lighter and new.

“I like you being here.” You then murmur to him, watching as he releases a restful breath.

By now, the sun has begun to set, the dimness of its light changing the atmosphere in your living room. It was already calm and happy, but the sunset is forming the tone in the air to be even softer than you thought it could be. The gentle hue of those golden oranges and yellows slip through the peaks between your shades, creating small shadows on your face that Dave begins to trace.

“I like being here.” He reciprocates, his hand stalling as he holds your cheek, his thumb sweeping briefly over your bottom lip. All too quickly, he gets lost in the expression you give simply through your eyes. “You’re so pretty.”

“You think so?”

Dave almost scoffs. “Of course I do. Haven’t been able to look away since I met you.”  

This is so weird, you suddenly think to yourself. And you’re not necessarily turned off by the intrusive thought; it only fills you with wonder. To be doing this – with her dad, of all people. But I just… I love this. I really love this.

Something about David makes you feel whole, makes you feel comforted while simultaneously feeling as though you’d just flung yourself off a cliff. What makes it so comforting though, is knowing that he’s there to catch you. And you trust that thought so much because he’s never shown you otherwise.

“Come up here,” he coos to you, giving you a single nod.

Without question, you do, smiling as you move to crawl onto his lap once again. It seems like this is the position the two of you find yourselves most often in, having accomplished many firsts within your relationship in this exact same spot. And when you’re finally settled over his lap again, straddling his hips, he holds you, looping those strong arms around your back.

“Mm…” he groans, leaning in to press a heated kiss to your cheek. “You’re so beautiful, baby. You’re so fucking pretty.”

Without a word, you turn your head, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. And he meets you move for move, stride for stride, easily parting your lips with his. His tongue strokes inside, your hands lifting to either side of his face as you relax above him.  

“I’ve never seen or met anyone like you before.” he confesses to you, his kisses becoming more hurried as his left hand travels lower. “This is so different,” he mumbles over your mouth. “So different for me.”

“Baby,” you quietly whine, feeling him grip your backside and knead the flesh of it in his hands. “I like that… it’s new for me, too.”

Those comfy sweatpants give Dave little room to hide his rapidly rising erection, feeling you shuffle slightly over his lap. And while you keen from his affectionate words and praise, you also think back to your moments of jealousy while he had been gone. Being jealous that while Carol didn’t sleep with him anymore or get much of his attention at all, she still had him every day, every day and night. But it shouldn’t be a problem for you, it shouldn’t bother you because it’s so obvious that he doesn’t want her, he clearly wants you.

“Can you take this off again?” he asks against your parted lips. “Please?”

“You take it off this time, baby.” You grin, and the words alone give him confidence.

Without missing a beat both hands fall to the edges of your shirt, easily lifting it up and over your head. You raise your arms for him, allowing him to remove it fully and toss your shirt to the ground. You hadn’t been wearing anything beneath it, and the sight makes him groan. Now becoming more and more comfortable with you, he dives down, his mouth immediately sucking a mark on the swell of your left breast. You gasp when he does it, your hands flying to the back of his head. But he doesn’t let up, he just suctions his mouth that much harder against you. You can feel his teeth and tongue as they focus on this particular spot, giving your chest a single discoloration before moving onto the next. And when he’s done with that, he moves barely a centimeter down, lazily wrapping his lips around your nipple.

“Oh, baby, yes…”

“You like when I play with your tits?” he asks, his voice gruff and breathy.

“You know I love it,” you respond, sighing out shakily as you hold onto him, your nails already digging into his skin.

“Baby, I wanna taste more of you.”

You don’t have to think hard to become aware of what he’s talking about. He’d had his mouth on you only a few mere hours ago, and he already wants more?

“Really, baby? You liked it that much?” you ask him, entirely surprised.

“You know how long it’s been since I’ve made a woman cum?” he returns, lifting his head to look at you. And you grin.

“A few hours.”

“Before that.” he smirks, amused by your humorous remark. He then leans in, nudging your nose with his. “Years, baby. And the fact that it was with you? Some sexy, pretty, tiny college girl? Fuck, you feel how hard I am for you?”

Both of David’s hands fly down to your ass, giving you a firm shove over his lap.

“Just some college girl, huh?” you ignore his other words, your attitude getting the better of you. But you can’t help the moan that slips from your lips when you feel yourself slide over his length.

“I wasn’t searching for this sweetheart, but Jesus did you grab my attention. And as soon as you had it, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

If you’re being honest, you can’t really get mad at that. Neither of you were searching for this; neither of you had been in a relationship with such a large age gap before, either. And besides, even if the two of you were looking for companionship, the last place he’d willingly look was his daughter’s cheer team. And the last place you’d look was your best friend’s family.

“It felt so amazing making you cum on my fingers.” He confesses while mouthing at your earlobe. It sends shivers down your spine, feeling his passion boil over with eager delight. “Can I try to do it with just my tongue?”

“Ugh,” you groan out, rolling your eyes back into your head. “Yes.”

“Lay back for me,” he immediately responds, already rolling the two of you over.

You let him move you, feeling as light as a feather in his arms. David lays you down on your couch, the movie now completely forgotten. His fingers are already on the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down as he whispers sweet things into your ear.

“Love feeling you down here, holy fuck.”

Both your panties and shorts come down in one swipe, his body quickly returning to yours after discarding the last of your clothes onto the floor. The large expanse of his hands slide beneath your thighs, eyes zeroing in on your now naked sex when you spread your legs.

“Baby,” he exasperates, briefly shaking his head.

With gentle excitement, his hands loop around your hips, parting your legs and snuggling himself even further into you. He ushers your thighs up over his shoulders with ease, almost like he’s done it a million times before. You wish he has. But you don’t worry, you know you’ll get there.

You almost can’t help how quick you prop yourself up on your forearms, watching as his handsome face quickly disappears between your legs. Immediately, your jaw drops open, eyebrows folding in the center as he attaches his mouth to your glistening lips. His tongue easily swipes through, those mesmerizingly warm eyes falling closed.

“Oh,” you breathe out, the sound ending in a moan.

The scruff that’s slowly been blooming along David’s jawline rubs over your smooth, sensitive skin, your body already buzzing with excitement. He continues to mouth at you, licking into you fervently as he holds onto your hips, keeping you seated on his mouth. What really does it for you is the sensation, the reverberation, of David’s moans. They shiver through your core, your eyes rolling back in response.

“Baby…” you sigh, dropping yourself back on the couch, reaching your hand down and running your fingers through his hair.

He moans happily when you do this, his eyes closed while he savors your taste. And while he continues to lick inside your channel, his fingers grip the sweet flesh of your thighs, massaging you in hand and pressing you further onto his face. When he does this, you shuffle forward with his motions, rotating your hips up against him.

“That feels good, just – just like that… David…” he rubs his tongue against you, drawing half circles over your clit with the tip of his nose.

His pace changes from hungry to sensual, licking slowly yet firmly over every inch of your sex. You can’t help but thrust up into his mouth, swirling your hips over his face. But still, it’s as if he can’t get enough, continuing to shuffle closer to you as he quickly brings you toward your high. And the gentleness in which he licks you, it makes your mouth hang open in a silent cry.

“Baby, lay your tongue out, love it when you do that. Please do that…”

Immediately, he does what you ask, eyes opening to stare up at your beautiful form. He can see your chest rising and falling with vigor, can see the muscles tightening in your stomach. You’re still combing through his hair, occasionally tugging and making his cock fucking throb.

He drags the roughness of his tastebuds over your small, pulsing bundle of nerves. He focuses here now, wanting to make you cum so he can taste it, all of it. The small samples you’ve given him twice now have made him ravenous. He needs to have more.

“I need you to cum for me, baby,” he grunts out against you, hot breath fanning over your sex. He’s panting, too. “Please give it to me, Jesus fuck, I wanna feel you shake for me.”

His words send you over the edge, head tilting back as you cry out a passionate moan. David’s strong body holds you down without even placing his hands over your lower belly. Just by hanging onto your hips, he keeps you in place, and it surprises you just how much he can control you this way. With powerful motions you thrust upwards, feeling the rapid drags and flicks of his tongue over your clit. He can feel the wet rush of your juices land on his lower lip and chin, but he waits to drink you up, wanting to ride out your high for as long as possible. He keeps his tongue over your most delicate part, applying just the right amount of pressure for you. Toward the end of it, as you begin to come down, his head moves languidly with your hips, gently rotating as you revel in the euphoria he’s brought you.

“Ugh,” he heavily groans, dropping his mouth down to your fluttering hole once your hips have stilled.  

Dave releases you of his hold, hands sliding down to the space between your legs. His palms hold the underneath of your cheeks and thighs, both thumbs spreading your lips open, allowing himself the very best access to your center. And he smiles, seeing your pussy entirely, so closely, easily sliding his tongue inside. You gasp loudly, back arching and pushing your chest up into the air. You feel so sensitive, having just come down, and you’ve never even experienced this before. You’ve never had a man be so adamant in tasting you, and when he smells you? Dear fucking god.

“Oh, fuck,” he sighs out quietly, resting his mouth against your center as he inhales a deep breath. It makes you tingle, the filthiness of it.

“You like how I smell?” you ask with a small giggle of disbelief.

“Sweetheart,” he huffs out, “It makes me so hard.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” he answers, his face burning red. He’s embarrassed, he knows it’s strange, but he’s indulging in you as much as he can, for as long as he can.

He’s lost inside his head, lost in your feel and scent. The thoughts he conjures are ones that make his insides burn, with both lust and guilt. He’s absolutely in love with your kindness, your sweetness, adoring the matching underwear you bought for him. But what he would love even more, is to take them home after you’ve worn them. He’d smell and lick them, lay them in his palm and rub himself with them. It makes his muscles tighten, his heart racing inside his chest from just imagining it.

Almost every interaction you have with Dave is new for you, and you’re more than aware that he feels the same way. You’ve never experienced this before, someone fully immersing themselves in your taste and even your smell. Most of your exes treated oral like a chore, rarely ever making you cum. But Dave… he enjoys it, really enjoys it.

“Baby,”

“Oh…” He sighs, open-mouthed against you.

His tongue is completely laid out, thumbs still holing your lips as he keeps you spread for him. Slowly, sensually, he drags his tongue over your still-fluttering hole. His eyes are closed, his touch is gentle, and he seems… different, this way. He’s softer than you’ve ever seen him before.

“Baby,” you say again, your voice sweet as you reach down.

He feels your hand cup his cheek, thumb stroking him gently. And he leans into your touch, into your open palm, but he doesn’t stop licking.

“Can I keep going?” he asks pleadingly. Even though you’ve come down from your high, and he’s not actively ushering you toward another one, he’s enjoying himself thoroughly. But are you?

“You – you want to?”

You lean up slightly, glancing down at him. What you’re met with are soft, pleading eyes, his tongue poking out to swipe across his lower lip. He nods.

“But… what about you?”

“What about me?” he asks sweetly, cooing to you as he presses his lips to your inner thigh.

“Want you to feel good, baby.”

“I feel so good like this honey, I love this…” he feels himself getting lost again; he needs to see how you feel. “Is it, is this okay?”

His eyes return to yours, slight worry now swirling within them. He hadn’t done this with Carol in the entire time that they’d been together. He’d watch porn in similar fashion, but he never wanted to actually do it with her. But with you, it’s like he has a need to.

“Yes,” you whisper in response, nodding just barely.

“Really? It’s not, it’s not weird for you?”

You can see his cheeks turning red, the flush falling to his neck, as well. And it makes you smile. He doesn’t have to worry about anything; he’s safe with you.

“It’s different,” you admit openly. “But I like it.”

Upon hearing your words, he drops his head, keeping your gaze. Experimentally, he presses his nose over your sex, inhaling a full breath. He doesn’t expect your reaction, doesn’t expect the helpless moan that floats out of your mouth, the roll of your eyes and sudden drop of your head. Huh, you really do seem to like this.

By the time he’s finished licking you clean, his senses finally satisfied, night has completely fallen. And when he is entirely done, he cuddles up to you. Without leaving the space between your legs, he shuffles further up, wrapping his arms around you again and laying his head on your belly.

“Baby,” you coo, fingers running through his hair. His eyes are closed, and he murmurs a questioning hm? against you. “Do you wanna go to bed?”

“What about the movie?” he asks, lifting his head. You giggle, seeing his droopy eyelids.

“We’ve clearly forgotten about the movie.” You laugh, moving to sit up. “You wanna lay in my bed with me?”

“I wanna do lots of things in your bed with you.” he grins, eyes closing again as he cuddles into your lap.

It takes some convincing for him to move; he’s so comfy here. But you promise he’ll be even comfier in your bed, so he agrees. Before heading to your room, you make sure the doors are locked, and the lights are off.

“That’s all you have?” Dave suddenly asks.

You turn to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“One lock? Not even a deadbolt on your front door.” All you do is shrug. “I don’t like that.”

“What do you mean?” you say again, giving him a small laugh.

“It’s not safe.”

“Awe,” you tease, “Do you worry about me?” Walking over, you place both palms on his broad chest.

“I do.” He grins, looping his arms around you and pulling you in closer to him. Then, he kisses your head, whispering, “You’re precious to me.

“I need a shave,” He sighs, looking in the mirror. He runs his fingers over his jawline, assessing the stubble that’s grown far too much for his usual look.

“I don’t think so,” you practically sing, tying your hair up as you stand in the bathroom beside him. “I like when you’re scruffy.”

That makes him smile; how could it not?

“Well, maybe I’ll keep it that way.”

“Really?” you ask, hearing his firm footsteps as he follows you out to the kitchen.

He sits down at your dining table, shrugging playfully. “Maybe.”

You don’t have much, the options for breakfast being cereal or pancakes. You choose the ladder, bringing the stack to the table along with the orange juice. Dave watches you scurry around the kitchen, smiling to himself as you dote on him. You don’t have to, of course, but you don’t really give him a choice to help or not. You bring everything to the table before he can even offer.

“C’mere,” he says to you, not even looking at the food. It makes him happy to see you so giddily stroll over to him, plopping down on his lap and looping your arms around his neck. After last night, the two of you have grown even closer. And you don’t just mean the multiple sexual acts you engaged in together. When you went to bed last night, he was so incredibly sweet with you. He’d cuddled right up to you, holding you even closer than he did when you’d slept in his bed the one time. He’d nuzzled into your neck, breathing in the sweet scent of your hair. You suppose the two of you have a thing for that, for stroking and pulling on the other’s hair. So, while he rested beside you, you pet his, running your hands gently over his head. You could feel the weight of him relax against you, both of you on your sides and facing each other, your limbs tangled together. His soft snores did you in, along with the soft thump of his heart.

And while David enjoyed snuggling with you in your bed last night just as much as you did, he also enjoyed the thoughts that formulated in his head. He hadn’t expected to have such an erotic dream about you, and with scenes much more intense than anything you’ve done yet.

“You sick of me yet?” he jokes, smiling up at you.

You twist your face up at this, unwilling to stop your next words. “Well, if I was, you think you’d still be here?”

Dave certainly doesn’t expect that, but he just laughs. While you sit on his one thigh, his hand had snaked around to your lower back, the other holding your leg. The hand on your lower back slides down, lightly tapping your ass. And immediately, your face turns beet red; he hasn’t done that yet.

“You have a lot of sass, don’t you?” he asks, leaning in slightly.

Inside, you shiver, your cheeks heating up under his gaze.

“Oh, nothing to say now?” he teases in return, and Jesus it’s too early for this. Well, maybe not too early, you’d both slept in till noon. But lord, give a girl time to wake up.

“I like when you look all nervous like that,” he mumbles to you, analyzing the expression on your face. Damn, this dream really got to him. “You like when I put my hands on your ass?”

He’s got you entirely flustered, quite the turnaround from your early, slightly grumpy mood. And he’s right, you don’t have the words. So, you just nod.

“You’re cute, baby.” He says to you in that low voice, a sinister smirk crawling over his face. He reaches up, cupping your cheek as his thumb slides across your lower lip.

He wants you to be his; he can’t stop thinking about that. But it’s too soon, he knows that. But honestly, he just loves how you make him feel. Not only is he extremely attracted to you, but just being with you makes him feel so happy and carefree.

All of a sudden, your phone rings, both of you jumping slightly. You look across the table to see who it is, and it’s Molly. Quickly, you look back over at Dave, who just smiles and gives you a nod.

“Answer it honey, I’ll be quiet.”

How is he so confident with this? You’re damn near shaking as you reach for your phone, greeting Molly as you lean back in her dad’s lap.

“Hey,”

“Hey! What’re you doing today?”

The hand David hand on your ass rises to your face, brushing some hair away before he lightly kisses your cheek. Your entire being feels like it was just electrocuted, the entire situation striking your every nerve.

“Hello?”

“Um, not – not much. Why?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You clear your throat, seeing Dave’s smirk from the corner of your eye. “What’s up, Goof?”

“Theta Chi is having a party tonight, did you wanna go?”

Because of your proximity, Dave can hear every word that is said. And when he hears this, he frowns. He doesn’t like the idea of that, for either of you.

“Oh, man,” you sigh, “I’d really love to, but I have so much homework to do.” So much Dave to do, but same-same.

“I thought you just said you weren’t doing anything today?”

“I thought you meant like, plan-wise.” You immediately, nervously reply, feeling her father’s hand return to the curve of your ass.

Dave sighs quietly beside you, squeezing you gently in his hand. Next to your thigh, you can feel him hardening. Does he like this?

“Oh,” Molly says on the other end, sounding a bit let down.

“I’ll come with you to the next one, I promise.” And you will, no matter what. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay,” she returns. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile to yourself, loving how close the two of you have become. “Bye.”

Once you hang up, Dave surges forward, lips magnetizing to your neck. A stifled gasp shoots out of your throat, feeling his tongue as he begins to lick. The hand he has on your thigh creeps up higher, tightening its grasp.

“You liked that?” you ask breathily, chuckling lightly. “Knowing we could get caught?”

He lifts himself from your neck, looking deeply into your eyes. It’s a look you’ve never seen on him before.

“I like knowing that I’m in control.” He nearly growls, squeezing your ass in his strong hand. “I know we’re not gonna get caught; I won’t let that happen.”

Your lips part at not only his words but his actions as well, tilting your head to the side for him as his lips return to your neck. He mouths at your throat, giving you sloppy kisses that you utterly love.

Part of his dream floats back into his mind, a very specific word that both of you have touched on before. It makes the muscles in his chest tighten, makes his erection rise fully.

“I guess I know the reason behind your Only Fans tag.” He mumbles over your skin, and the mere mention of it makes your eyes go slightly wide. Neither of you have talked about your Only Fans account since you’ve seen each other in person.

“You are a sassy cheer girl, huh?” he asks, rising from your neck to begin kissing your jawline and cheek. “Is everything you say on there true?”

You swallow thickly at his questioning, his words catching you completely off guard. He continues touching and kissing and licking your body, and you think you’ll never tire of feeling his tongue on your skin.

“Baby,” he says calmly, turning you to face him as he softly commands, “Answer me.”

“Yes,” you finally breathe out, staring directly into his eyes, almost mesmerized by his look and tone of voice. “Everything I say is true.”

“Yeah?” he asks in a voice far too sweet. “Even your kinks?”

Your heart feels like its on fire, your insides churning with adrenaline. No one knows about your Only Fans but him, so naturally, no one’s ever talked to you about it before. Desperately, you try to think back on different kinks you’ve discussed on your page. There aren’t really any you’re particularly attracted to, other than – oh.

“You can tell me, baby.” David coos to you, his hand still on your cheek. “Do you have a daddy kink?”

With everything you can muster, you manage to squeak out a tiny, “Yes.”

“Let’s test that out, shall we?”

“Wha – oh,” before you can even fully get the word out, David’s fingers are rubbing over your covered sex. You’d only slept in a t-shirt and panties last night, and you haven’t yet changed. But before the fun can even begin, another phone call interrupts your moment. This time, it’s Dave’s phone.

He frowns, reaching into his pocket when he feels the buzz. When he looks at the screen, his eyebrows nearly life from his forehead. It makes you concerned, and you instantly ask him if something is wrong.

“Um, it’s Carol.”

“Answer it. It’s okay, just answer it, you don’t want to come off shady.”

Dave looks over at you, giving you an amused and doubtful look.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I have this handled, baby?” and in the same breath, he answers the call, “Hello?”

“Where the fuck have you been?! I’ve been calling and texting and you haven’t been responding for more than a day!”

“Carol, I told you, my flight got changed.” Obviously a lie, but she doesn’t have to know that.

“Oh really.” She responds. “Then why did Resnik message me asking if you’re okay?”

“What?”

“Yeah, he said you weren’t answering your phone and wanted to know if you made it home okay.”

Shit.

“Carol,” he sighs, “Can you blame me?”

“What?”

“I didn’t want to come home, okay? I booked a hotel room for a day. I just needed a breather.”

How the hell did he come up with that on the spot?

“You couldn’t have told me that?! And a breather from what? Your family?”

“Yes.” he answers simply, and you have to admit, the authority in his voice is making you hot.

“You’re ridiculous. And you need to come home. The girls know you’re back in town and are wondering why you didn’t come home, too.”

“Why would you tell them that?!” he shouts, now enraged. Still, he doesn’t gesture for you to move away. “What goes on between me and you is none of their business.”

“Actually, it is. I think we should tell them, Dave.”

“You know what? You’re right. We fucking should. Because this needs to start being finalized. I am so sick of your backstabbing shit.”

You’re surprised he’s being so blunt in front of you, but you admire it. He doesn’t put on a front, not for anyone. He is who he is.

“Baby,” he says, abruptly ending the call. “I’ve gotta go.”

Immediately, you frown. “Really?”

���Yeah honey, I have to go sort this out.” He tells you reluctantly. “I’m sorry, I really wanted to spend the weekend with you.”

“I know.”

It’s foolish, but you pout. You really wanted him to stay the entire time; you’d been having so much fun together. This feels so nice, all of it, every second of it.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“I’m gonna miss you!” you express, leaning your head on his shoulder.

You cuddle into him, and he returns your affections, wrapping both arms around you.

“I’ll miss you too, sweetheart. I really will. But we can still text, maybe even call, okay?”

“But I won’t get to see your face for a while.”

“You like it that much, huh?”

“Stop teasing me,” you pout again, lifting your head to look into those lovingly warm eyes. “You know I like you.”

For a moment, he holds your gaze, enjoying the girlish nature in you.

“Tell you what,” he then says, reaching for his phone again. “You want to take a picture?”

“Really?” this makes you perk up.

“Yeah,” he smiles, pulling up the camera on his phone. “Give us something to look at while we’re away.”

“Okay,” you respond, nodding enthusiastically.

The first thing that you move to do is kiss his cheek, and while it’s unexpected, it makes him smile. He snaps a picture like that, then one of you smiling with him, leaning your head on his shoulder. Lastly, he decides its his turn to give you a small kiss, turning and pressing his lips to the side of your head.

“I’ll send them to you,” he promises, doing so as he says it.

You can’t help but snatch your phone from the table, immediately pulling up the three photos. The smile on your face is undeniable, so bright it burns your own cheeks. And when Dave sees this, he smiles, too.

“Better, baby?” he asks, kissing your cheek.

You nod your head, smile remaining as you pull him in for a firm kiss. “I love them.”

After a moment of happiness passes, a thought pops into your mind. He can see your expression change, now tilting his head.

“You know… we could snap each other.”

“What?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing deep. “What does that mean?”

“Dang, I guess you really are old.” You roll your eyes sarcastically, pulling up the app on your phone. “Look, it’s called Snapchat.”

“Ohh, I think I’ve heard of this. The girls use it.”

“Yeah,” you laugh, finding his lack of knowledge on the subject quite cute. “They do. I use it, too. Maybe you could make an account, and just have me on there. That way we could see each other whenever we want.”

He ponders the idea for a moment. How easily could this be tracked? He doesn’t have social media for a reason, and maybe he should stick to that. But, if he keeps his location off and uses an entirely different name, maybe he can squeeze in this one account.

It obviously doesn’t take much convincing for him to let you set up his account. Your mind is already reeling with the possibilities of what you could send him. What would he think of you teasing him through the app? What if you made him short videos similar to the ones on your Only Fans? And then you wonder… has he ever been sent a nude before? You’d definitely like to pop that cherry.

Reluctantly, he packs, zipping up the stayover kit you’d made him and putting it on the bathroom counter. You’re so cute and thoughtful, making this for him, washing his clothes, making him breakfast. It makes him want to do things for you, make you feel just as cared for as you’ve made him feel.

But while Dave is in the bathroom thinking about how hard he’s falling for you, you’re in your bedroom on a completely different train of thought. You’d pondered it during breakfast, wondering if he’d actually like it. This specific liking of his is one you’re not well-versed in. Maybe you can take a leap, and just offer them to him.

“Baby, I gotta go.” He calls out to you, and you can hear his heavy sigh.

With a deep breath and a few reassuring words, you make your way out into the living room to say goodbye. When you step into the hallway, you see him standing near the front door. He’s in his business suit again, with everything packet in his backpack and duffle bag.  He’s checking his watch when you approach, glancing up when you get close. He gives you a sympathetic smile, feeling his mood go down. But your expression… it stays relatively blank, almost innocent. He watches as you look down, lifting the edges of your shirt and exposing the periwinkle panties that match his boxers. The mere sight of it makes him tighten inside.

When you look up, you see that his eyes are still glued to your hips, smirking as you analyze his expression. Slowly, you hook your fingers into the waistband, sliding the delicate fabric down your legs.

Holy shit – what is she doing?

When they’re completely off, you drop your shirt back down, just barely covering your now naked lower half. You step even closer to him, lifting your hand in a silent offer. And finally, he realizes what you’re doing. His eyes shoot up to yours, and then back down to the pretty panties in your hand. He inhales a deep breath, his chest rising before his lungs push the air back out. Once again, he meets your gaze, lust clouding his vision entirely. It’s almost intimidating, ravenous, the look on his face.

“Do you want them, baby?”

He just stares at you, gulping when he realizes his mouth has suddenly gone dry.

“I figured,” you step even closer to him, only inches apart. “You liked the way I smelled so much… maybe you’d wanna take me with you.”

“Baby,” he finally breathes out, choking in a breath. His voice is rough, almost shaky. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” you reply, moving your head up and down as you stare up at him. “I want you to have them. Is that… something you’d like?”

“I don’t, I…” he does his best to gain his bearings, shaking his head a little bit. “I don’t know if you’d be okay with what I’d do to them.”

“What would you do to them?”

“Honey, I have to g –”

“Tell me,” Comes your quiet interruption. “Please?”

David’s eyes shut, tongue poking out to lick his lower lip. He gains the courage to look into your eyes as he tells you, figuring it’s now or never.

“I’d lick them.” he says lowly, and your heart nearly stops. “Put them on my face and sniff them.”

“Really?” your response comes out in such a hushed tone you’re not entirely sure you actually said it. You’re so taken aback by his words, but not in a bad way. No, not in a bad way at all.

“I want to put them on my cock,” he continues. “And use them to jerk myself off.”

“David…”

“I told you,” He quickly says, the words firm. “You wouldn’t like it.”

“I want you to do that.”

“What?”

“Video it for me?”

“Wait, really?” he asks, narrowing his eyebrows in disbelief. Are you just fucking with him?

“Baby…” you place your hands on his chest, sliding them down slightly, watching as they glide over his crisp suit. “That’s so hot to me. I want you to do it.”

Unintentionally, your panties are placed directly over his chest when you brought your hands up. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by him. He glances down at them, now so close to his face. He wants them on his face, wants every intimate area you have to be touched by his mouth.

“Will you do it for me? Please, baby?”

Jesus fuck, are you really asking him to do this?

“Yeah,” he eventually croaks out, clearing his throat. “Baby, I’d fucking love to. I want to so bad.” He reaches out for you, having kept his hands at his sides to try and keep himself at bay.

“Use them, baby.” You coo to him, smiling when you feel his warm hands fall to your hips, easily sliding down to your ass. “Use them until you can come back and use me.”

Because he has to come back, he has to.

“Really?” he grumbles, checking the time on his watch.

Carol isn’t even home yet, and that pisses him off beyond belief. That means he could have spent more time with you. But at this point, he might as well go upstairs and unpack. For some reason, the entire house is empty. And that’s strange to him; he’s not sure where everyone is, nor when they’ll get back. He texts Carol, asking her these questions, but to no avail. She, of course, does not respond. But maybe he can use this to his advantage.

Haphazardly, he tosses his backpack and duffle bag to the side, closing the door to his bedroom just in case anyone comes home. Instead of unpacking, he plops down on his bed, quickly fumbling with his belt. He’s definitely still half-hard from the conversation you’d had only half an hour ago, and he’s sure he’ll be able to cum quick with your panties wrapped around him. Fuck, he’s never done this before, never been able to experience his desires to the fullest like this.

“Snapchat,” he mumbles to himself, remembering what you’d asked him for. “Gotta get to Snapchat.”

Fumbling through his pocket, he pulls his phone out and quickly locates the app. When he does, he sets his phone aside, reaching down to pull himself fully out of his boxers and pants. He also reaches to the side, unzipping the main compartment in his backpack and pulling your used panties out.

“Oh, god…” he groans, immediately lifting them to his face. “Oh god…”

He can feel himself throbbing, moving to wrap a fist around his shaft while he keeps your panties on his face. He uses his left hand to maneuver them how he wants, to place the center of them near his nose. The tip of his length is already leaking, his thumb swirling over the wet head and smearing the clear liquid down his shaft. Knowing there’s quite a bit of uncertainty revolving around his family’s arrival, he keeps his sounds to a minimum, but in all honesty, it’s hard for him. Before he can even think about it, he thrusts up into his hand, gasping out shakily at the sensation while the smell of your cunt fills his nose. It brings him back to last night, back to when he was tongue-deep in your pussy.

“Yeah…” Dave whimpers out, eyes pinching shut as he strokes himself faster and faster.

Already, his balls are tightening, unable to hold himself back from the arousal coursing through his veins. As the sensation continues to heighten, his tongue lays out, rubbing directly over the center of your panties. He can taste you, fuck, he can taste you on them. It feels so dirty, doing this, but that’s what makes it so exciting for him. With a few more rapid licks, he’s forced to remind himself of what he’s supposed to do. So, he brings the pretty fabric down to his length, wrapping it around himself as he tugs harder and faster. Already, his precum is soaking the fabric, running down his curved head and mixing with your feminine slick. With a shaky hand, he grabs his phone again, quickly unlocking it and sighing out a breath of relief when he realizes he never closed the app. It opens right on the camera, immediately seeing himself on the other side. You’d briefly taught him how to use it before he left, but all he knows is how to take a picture, and how to record. But that’s okay, that’s all he needs.

“Oh…” his moans are more than audible as he begins to record, the slap of his hand on his pelvis becoming louder and louder.

“Baby,” he speaks to you, “I love this – thank you.” Overcome with passion, he tosses his head back, pushing it into the pillows. But he doesn’t stop.

“I licked them, baby, smelled them too, just like I said I would.” He says it as if you’d be proud to hear it, and honestly, you will be. He’s a man of his word, and you’ll be more than happy to receive this short clip in the coming moments.

“Smelled so good, just like you…” David groans deeply, the camera capturing every squeeze his fist gives, every droplet that leaks from the slit of his tip. “Fuck, I miss your lips, miss your mouth.”

Dave can feel the soft fabric of your thong rubbing across his sensitive foreskin, and it only increases his pleasure. They’re still wet with you, too, making it seem like he’s still able to experience you.

“I can’t believe you blew me, baby.” He expresses to you through the camera’s audio and lens. “Can’t believe you liked my foreskin and my c – cum, ngh. I love it, I love being with you, sweetheart.”

The words come out before he even realizes it, but he doesn’t care, not in the slightest. He’s too caught up in how amazing this feels, too caught up in the dream he’s found himself in.

“I’m gonna cum,” he nods, as if you were really there. “I’m gonna, gonna cum all over your pretty panties, baby.”

The muscles in his lower stomach convulse, his scrotum tightening as his shaft begins to throb. He works his tip and foreskin the most, rubbing your panties and his palm over the sensitive skin. What sends him over the edge is the fact that he can still taste you on his tongue from when he’d just licked your used underwear, can still taste the exact same flavor he was immersed in last night.

“Mm… fuck!” he chokes out, grunting harshly as he finally releases his load.

The sight of David’s orgasm is captured by his phone beautifully, the forceful spurts oozing down his tip after they’ve shot an inch or so into the air. It’s so thick, almost creamy, his entire body tensing and shivering. He shoves his hips up into the air over and over again, chasing that euphoric cloud. His mouth hangs open as his fist begins to slow, emptying the last of himself onto your intimate clothing.

Still panting, he opens his eyes to look down, and what he’s met with makes him moan all over again. He’s softening, his foreskin sagging slightly with your panties still wrapped entirely around him. The light purple fabric is drenched in him, white globs covering at least half of the garment.

The video ends, and without a second thought, he sends it to you. Before he cleans himself up though, he snaps a picture of his messy crotch, wanting to be able to look back on the erotic sight. Though he hopes he’ll get the opportunity to do this more often in the future.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, glancing at your phone while getting ready.

As soon as Dave had left, you hopped on your homework right away. Since you weren’t seeing him tonight anymore, you decided to go to that party after all. Because of this, you also decided to clean up your home. You like coming back to a clean space whenever you go out, especially if there’s a high likelihood of you getting drunk. But apparently, you’d been so busy that you forgot to check your phone.

“Baby,” you whisper to yourself, a shocked smirk covering half your face.

He’d sent you a video on Snapchat for the very first time, and you feel awful that you hadn’t seen it sooner. You start to worry if it concerned him that you hadn’t opened it for so long, but you have to admit, it’s difficult to think about anything else other than the images on your screen. And he’s talking, dear lord, he’s talking a lot.

“I licked them, baby, smelled them too, just like I said I would.”

Your jaw hands open even further, eyes going wide. You can see his hand speeding up.

“Smelled so good, just like you…”

Oh, good god, and then he groans. You wish so badly that he was here right now, you already miss him so much. Why the fuck did Carol have to call and ruin everything? But amidst your side-tracked thoughts, you hear him say something that makes your heart stop.

“I love it, I love being with you, sweetheart.”

Certainly not a confession of love, no, not at all. But… it’s the closest thing either of you have come to it. He loves being with you? Really? You knew he enjoyed your company, and in a multitude of ways, but you never expected it to truly go deeper. Surely a man of his age wasn’t interested in sharing his life with a twenty-something year old college girl. That just didn’t make sense. And still, he said it.

The thoughts in the back of your head were right though, he was nervous that you didn’t like it. He didn’t know how to tell whether or not you’d seen the video, all he knows is that you haven’t replied. Did you not like it? Motherfucker, he knew it. He knew it was weird – Carol never understood it either.

He wasn’t sure what to do with himself afterwards. No one was home and he wasn’t hungry enough to make dinner yet, so he decided to go out back. The lawn needed to be cut and some weeds needed to be pulled. He figured he’d busy himself with that. But the buzzing in his pocket prompts him to take a break.

He intends to say more, but the sliding of the back glass door demands his attention, first. It’s his daughters, both of them stepping outside to come say hello.

“Hey dad!” Molly says, trotting over to him.

Alice closes the door, following behind her older sister, and he’s honestly surprised to see them like this. He turns toward them, locking his phone and putting it in his pocket.

“Hey,” he smiles, accepting the hug Molly graces him with. Alice comes up, too, holding onto his side.

Inside and out, he’s beaming. He can’t remember the last time he got a hug so tight from them. With one arm on each of the people he calls his pride and joy, he hugs them back, smiling ear to ear.

“We missed you,” Molly mumbles, resting her head on his chest. “You were gone really long, this time.”

And she’s right, he hasn’t taken a trip like that in a while. Her words make him choke up inside. They missed him.

“I missed you guys, too.” He returns, “I always miss you when I’m gone.”

“Are you staying for long this time? Or will you be gone again soon?” Alice says, breaking the hug.

“Honestly honey, I’m not sure. I can’t really control that.” he gives her a sympathetic smile, reaching out to rub her shoulder. He looks to her, and then to his other daughter. “I love you both, you know that, right?”

“We know that dad.” Molly grins, “What’s for dinner?”

“Not sure, did your mom have any plans?” he asks, wiping his hands over his jeans.

“No idea,” Molly replies, all three of them walking over to the patio table to take a seat. “We don’t even know when she’ll be home.”

“Is she working?”

“No, she just said she would be out.”

“Oh, well, where were you guys? The house was empty when I got home.”

“Cheer practice.”

Huh, you hadn’t mentioned anything about cheer practice today.

“I was at Anna’s.” Alice replies, relaxing back in her seat. “She’s having a birthday party tonight; I was helping her set up.”

“Oh, okay, are you going back over later?” Dave wonders aloud. He was hoping to be able to spend some time with them today.

“Yeah, it’s a sleepover.” When Alice sees the apprehensive look on her father’s face, she adds, “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, glancing down at his hands. “That’s fine, honey.”

He should be more understanding; he wasn’t even planning on coming home today. Why would they have cleared their schedules for him when they hadn’t even known?

“You got any plans tonight?” he then asks, looking to Molly.

“Oh, um…” shit, she hadn’t made up an excuse for tonight. He hasn’t let her attend a single frat party since she’d started her first semester. But she’s gone to a few since then, with your help, of course. You were her connection to all of them, and you helped come up with the best lies, too. But she forgot to ask you when you were on the phone earlier.

“I…”

Dave narrows his eyes slightly; why is she acting so suspicious?

“I’m leaving – in a little bit.”

“Okay,” he nods, eyes still focused directly on her. She knows he’s interrogated people before, and she can feel the change in his attitude, even his posture. “To where?”

“I’m going to a friend’s house.”

“Molly May.” Dave firmly says, expression growing stern. “Where are you going?”

“One of my teammates’ houses.” She says, rolling her eyes with a huff. She’s trying to act annoyed so she can buy more time. Damn, how are you so good at this?

“Whose house?”

“Um, Katrina’s.”

“Have I met Katrina?”

“No, dad, but can I please just go? She lives near campus.” She continues explaining to him that she’ll be safe, that it’s right around the block from your apartment.

“Okay,” he says, feeling soft inside at the mention of you. “Okay, fine.”

“Thanks dad,” Molly smiles, getting up to kiss him on the cheek. “I’m gonna go get ready, okay?”

“Okay, baby.” He sighs, unable to stop his smile. He’s just happy to see her now that he’s home.

“Me too,” Alice chimes in. “I still have to wrap Anna’s present.”

“Okay, sweetheart. I love you.” Dave tells her, heart beating at his youngest daughter’s smile and return of verbal affection before she goes back inside.

Great, he thinks, just me and Carol tonight.

With that, he gets back up, returning to the stubborn weeds that have taken over the flowerbed since he’s been gone. But since he heard your name, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking of you. So, he pulls his phone out, still at the patio table, and brings up Snapchat again. You sent him a picture, and he opens it right away. It’s of you in his marine shirt again, and it makes him inhale a deep breath. Quickly, he gives his head a single shake, turning the camera on to take a picture of the semi in his pants that you’d immediately made.

She can be so fucking hot, he thinks to himself, and he says ‘can be’ because you aren’t always hot. Sometimes you’re cute and sweet, sometimes you’re specifically pretty, and sometimes you’re downright, unbelievably sexy.

While waiting for your response, he decides to explore the app. With a couple of swipes, he finds out that people can post “stories”, pictures or videos that everyone on their friends list can see. You posted one about half an hour ago, and he clicks on it to see. You’d taken a picture of your pile of notes and books before cleaning up, captioning it, ‘When will this be over?’. The comment makes him chuckle, but then, for the first time yet, he thinks about what will happen when you graduate. Will you leave? Will you go on to get your master’s? And shit, that’s right around the corner for you, too.

Thinking this only makes him want to see you more, and the longer it takes for Carol to come back, the more pissed off he gets. Again, this is all time he could have been spending with you. But it’s not all bad, at least he got to see his girls. He thinks that after he’s done with the yard, he’ll come in and spend time with them, but before he knows it, an hour and half has passed.

“Alright dad, I’m leaving.” Molly shouts from the door, sliding it open and leaning out.

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, me too.” Alice joins in, waving at him as she walks past her sister in the background.

“Already?”

“Yeah,” Molly shrugs. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, honey. Be safe, both of you.”

“We will!”

“I love you!”

But Molly is already in the process of shutting the door; maybe she just didn’t hear him. Either way, it makes him sad. And that sadness turns into a feeling of defeat, having finally gotten done with the yard just to return to an empty house yet again.

He waits to unpack his things until after his shower, having gotten quite sweaty and dirty while working. As always, he closes his bedroom door, stripping so he can get in a quick shower. What he doesn’t know is what will be waiting for him on the other side of this short break.

Carol already has a plan; while he was gone, she did some digging. Well, as much as she could, anyway. Dave was a private man in general but tie that in with working for the Department of Defense, she’s lucky if she ever finds out anything without it coming directly from him. But all it took was a brief once-over of his room to find your hair tie and scrunchie. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was she was looking for, but damn did she find more than she expected. There’s absolutely no reason something like that should be in his room; it’s not like the girls know he’s in there, and Carol most certainly doesn’t spend time in there.

“Jesus Christ Carol!”

He hadn’t closed his bathroom door, walking out with his towel wrapped around his waist. She’s standing in the middle of his room, arms crossed, and weight shifted to the side. She doesn’t look happier, either; why would she be?

“Care to start explaining?” she responds, her voice calm and cool.

“Can I get some fucking clothes on first?”

He moves over to his closet, securing the towel on his waist as he does it. He then grabs a clean pair of boxers, sweatpants, and a shirt. To dry off and get fully dressed though, he goes into the bathroom to do it.

“Why are you wearing sweatpants?” she asks, her face twisting up. “You never wear sweatpants.”

Usually, he opted for jeans. But after spending a day or so with you while wearing them, he just felt cozy in them. He once thought they looked sloppy but now, they’re a mini reminder of you. And after all, they aren’t sloppy, they’re comfortable. Plus, he’s in his own home, he can wear whatever he wants.

“Felt like wearing them today.” He answers with a low sigh, stepping out of the bathroom as the shirt falls over his head and then torso. “What do you need me to explain?” he then asks, wanting to get to the point.

“Well, I was going to ask why there were hair ties and scrunchies in your bedroom.” She begins, and David’s face is already red. “But I’m more interested in the purple thong sitting on your bed.”

Immediately, his head shoots to the side. Motherfucker, he left them out.

“Did you have a fucking woman in here, David?!” she then shouts, “In the same home where our children sleep?!”

“No! I didn’t have a fucking woman in here!”

“Then where the hell are the hair ties from? Huh? And what about the fucking panties on your bed?!”

David deeply sighs, eyes closing as his right hand rises to stroke the bridge of his nose, just below his eyes.

“Don’t fucking lie to me Da –”

“Don’t,” he shouts over her, cutting her off as he stands. “Fucking talk to me that way.”

Carol’s eyes widen, but her face remains stern.

“I have a right to know.” she says to him lowly. “Are you seeing someone?”

As quickly as he can, he contemplates his reaction. Should he tell her? There’s not really any way of avoiding this right now, though, she’s seen the evidence clear as day.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Who?!”

He laughs. “That is absolutely none of your business Carol. And besides, what the hell were you doing going through my room? I moved out of the master to have space from you.”

“It’s my house, I should be able to walk into any room I want.”

“No, not rooms that are specifically someone else’s. Do we go through Molly and Alice’s rooms? No, we don’t. Because that’s a violation of privacy, Carol.”

“What makes you think you have the right to see another woman when we aren’t even divorced yet?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I wait however many years the finalizing of the divorce is going to take?”

“I just, I didn’t expect you’d move on so quickly.” She sounds a bit somber, but her rage returns in the blink of an eye. “And to bring her here…”

“I didn’t bring her here!” Technically, that’s not a lie. You were originally here for other reasons, originally.

“You’re such a liar.” She scoffs, crossing her arms again and looking to the side. And when she does this, she sees the panties again, and her jaw drops. “And you’re fucking disgusting.”

She strides over to the side of the bed, pointing at the light purple garment.

“Is that your goddamn cum on them?!”

For some reason, this makes him smile, a sly smirk lifting on one side of his lips. “Yeah,” he nods, staring directly at her.

“Does this woman even know who you really are?”

“She does, actually. She really likes it, too.”

This makes Carol scoff again. “She must be as deranged as you are, then.”

“She’s everything you could never be.” It comes out quicker than he realizes, and he feels like he should’ve watched his tongue.

Her mouth drops open, a look of complete shock on her face. “How dare you…”

“Look, can we just drop the fucking act?” David finally asks, rolling his eyes. But Carol’s next words catch him by surprise.

“Do you love her?”

“…What?”

“You heard what I said.” She doesn’t know the extent of things, honestly, no one does. No one but him. Because every incredibly intimate thought he has about you, he’s kept in his head.

“Carol, this shouldn’t matter to you anymore, I –”

“Do you love her?”

“It’s not, I just…”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Her voice drops again, and he looks down, trying to formulate a response.

“I really don’t know right now.” he eventually breathes out, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He feel so vulnerable in this moment, and just as expected, Carol takes advantage of that.

“You’re pathetic.” She scoffs, shaking her head.

Without missing a beat, Dave mumbles, “I’m so done with this.” Before standing to his full height once again.

The woman he’s unfortunately still tied to by law says something from behind him, her words becoming louder as he leaves the room. But he can’t really hear them, doesn’t really care to, either. He walks downstairs, turning at the bottom step and slowly making his way into the kitchen. It’s a mixture of depression and rage, the emotions he’s feeling inside. And Jesus, he wants you, he just wants you to hold him right now. The closest thing he can get to you right now are through text, looking at the pictures you’d taken, or Snapchat. He wonders if you’ve posted anything more on your story, so, he goes with Snapchat.

What he sees first is a house, one he hasn’t seen before. It’s not your apartment, and he quickly realizes it’s a video. Frowning, he narrows his eyes, trying to get better look. Where are you? When he hears your laugh, he perks up, but who he sees next isn’t you. A man comes into a view, a few, actually. They’re younger, and as your camera continues panning around the room, he quickly comes to realize that what he’s looking at is a frat house. It takes him aback; you hadn’t said anything about going out tonight, let alone with other men. Not that you can’t be out with guys, it’s just, you’re… you’re his.

“What…” he whispers, watching as the video continues on.

The camera flips around, now showing your beautiful face. He barely has time to appreciate it though before some guy is slinging his arm around you. Seeing that makes him burn inside. While sitting at the island in the kitchen, David’s jaw clicks to the side, his expression growing stern. He sees as you and these men take a shot together, and then you and a woman doing the same. More women can be heard, and he assumes they’re some of your teammates, and then, wait – is Molly there?

The next person to come into view is indeed his oldest, giving you a side-armed hug. Just before the video ends, he sees another man pull you away from her and into his arms with you giggling the entire time. Fuck no, fuck that. They think they can touch you like that?

“What are you watching?” Carol asks, shooting down the stairs. “We’re not done talking!”

He doesn’t even look at her as he stands up, locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket. Dave turns toward the hallway, grabbing his keys off the credenza near the front door.

“Where are you going?! David!”

She pushes the door open as he tries to close it behind him, following him out into the front yard.

“What are you doing?!”

“I gotta go.” He grumbles in return, expression full of anger, his insides boiling with jealousy.

“What, you –”

The door to his Tesla slams in her face, quickly backing out of the driveway after making sure she wasn’t in his way. She’s left absolutely gobsmacked and standing on the front lawn as she watches him turn and drive off down the street.

He doesn’t even think before sending the messages, he doesn’t feel like he has to. All he knows in this moment is that he doesn’t like you being here, and he doesn’t like being at home. He wants to be near you again, he needs to feel you again, wants to wrap you in his arms and touch every inch of your skin that he can.

Dave’s next thoughts are about Molly, and honestly how fucking pissed he is that she lied to him. But there’s no way he cold get her out of there without her knowing how he found out. He knows she’s safe, knows she’s with other teammates. He doesn’t want you out of there because he’s worried about your safety, he wants you out of there because seeing you around other men convinced him fully that what Carol accused him of is true.

His messages worry you, very obviously. What could be going on that he needs you to come home? Nothing like that has ever happened before. He’s also never texted you so seriously before, never come off so demanding. You wonder what’s wrong, and while you want to stay, you also desperately want to be by him, with him. So, you decide to leave.

“What? Why?”

“I, um…” you’re only two shots deep and they haven’t even flooded your system yet, and still, you’re having a hard time coming up with an excuse. “I’m getting this… crazy headache.”

“A headache?” Molly asks doubtfully, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, I haven’t been getting good sleep lately. Haven’t…” you melt under your best friend’s skeptical gaze, doing your best to try and keep it together. “Haven’t been sleeping well, lately…”

Hesitantly, Molly pulls you to the side. She makes sure everyone else is out of earshot before she says, “Are you sure you’re okay? It’s only nine, the party doesn’t start for another hour. Why do you want to leave?”

“I’m fine,” you nod, gulping heavily. This is probably the worst you’ve ever felt in your whole entire life. You’re outright lying to her face. But something is going on with Dave, it’s not like you’re leaving for no reason. “I just have a headache.”

What neither of you know in this current moment is that Dave can see both of you exactly as you are in this present moment. It was far too easy for him to scan the area and find out exactly which frat house you were in. After all, you did have your Snapchat location on. And being the time of year that it is, it’s gotten dark out quite quick. Across the street from what is likely a fifty-year-old house, he sits in his car. He has the lights turned off and is hidden slightly by the underbrush of a tree. Narrowing his eyes, he can see the two of you in the kitchen off to the side, your profiles just barely visible through the window near the sink. He can see the apprehension in both of your faces as you continue to talk, but you’re going back home. He knows you will. And when he sees you nod, he starts up the car, and drives off.

It takes only a few minutes to reach your apartment, deciding to park off to the side there, as well. God forbid Molly came over just to see his car there. It’s not often that college kids park Teslas on or near campus.

Before he makes his way to your door, he steps over to his trunk. The deadbolt you had on your door was squeaky, loose. He knows he can break it. He doesn’t feel like waiting for you and doesn’t want to risk others seeing the two of you. So, he reaches in, retrieving a small bag before shutting the trunk. A few trots up the stairs and he’s at your door, sliding out his tension wrench and lock pick. He thinks he’ll only need one of the tools. Honestly, how hard could this be? He’s broken through much more complicated mechanisms before.

He decides on the simpler option, the pick. With both quiet and gentle motions, he inserts the tip of it into your keyhole, feeling for the outline of the pins. Easily, he identifies the binding pin, feeling its much higher resistance. He lifts it up until it’s set in place, continuing forward to do so with the remaining ones inside the lock. In under a minute, all of the pins are set, and he can hear the click of the lock on the other side. Smoothly, he removes the device, shoving it back inside the back and glancing over his shoulder before going in.

Your place is dark, obviously, and it feels strange being her. Strange but… at the same time, comfortable. Only weird because you’re not here. But he knows he belongs here, he belongs with you. He decides not to flick on any lights, not disturb a single thing you’d put in place, and sits on the couch to wait.

It doesn’t take long. After you’d convinced Molly to let you go, you did so promptly. She’d carpooled with another teammate on her way here, which made you feel better about leaving her. You’d text her throughout the night to make sure she was okay too, of course. You barely said bye to any of the guys, let alone your teammates. You didn’t want to draw anyone else’s attention, so you decided to slip out quietly. If Molly was skeptical of you, surely other people would be, too.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?” he asks, becoming impatient. “Are you okay?”

“What? Of course I’m okay.” You glance around you, now walking through the parking lot, before whispering, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I want to be with you.”

“What? Aren’t we, aren’t we already together?”

“I need to be with you right now.” he says anxiously, running a hand over his thigh before it turns into a fist.

And then, upon hearing the slight jingle on the other side of your door, his head snaps to the side. He doesn’t hang up though, he’s too busy focusing on where you’re now entering. With a quick push, you’re walking through the door, the phone still pressed to your ear.

“Oh! My god!” you squeak, jolting back when you see him in the darkness. “David?”

“Baby,” he sighs, throwing down his phone while rising to his feet. “It’s me.”

In three large steps, he’s right before your very eyes. Both of his hands lift to your face, bringing your closer to him. He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“How did, how did you, why are you –”

Your heart is racing inside your chest; how did he get inside? You anticipated him being here, but not before you – it’s not like he had a key or anything.

“Baby, I’m here,” he whispers, pulling you in for a hug. “I’m here; do you want me here?”

He doesn’t wait for your response; he just tilts your head up so he can get a better look at you. He’s moving and speak so quickly that you barely have time to comprehend it.

“You’re beautiful, and you’re mine. You know that, right?”

“Dave, I…”

“You,” he says firmly, passionately to you, “Are mine.”

You gulp, eyes flickering back and forth between his. You’d barely gotten the chance to close the door behind you before his hands reached out, but it didn’t scare you. He’s never scared you.  

“They can’t touch you.” he shakes his head, dropping his hands to your shoulders, running his palms down your outer arms.

All of a sudden, it clicks. He must have seen your Snapchat story.

“Baby, I didn’t, they didn’t,”

“It’s okay,” he interrupts, smiling a bit as he holds you tighter. “I’m here.”

“I’m… I’m happy that you’re here.” You tell him, something in your heart beginning to bloom.

You’re not sure how he got inside, but he did tell you that you needed better locks. And besides, it’s not like he’s here to hurt you. In a strange way, something about this attracts you; he wants to make sure you’re safe. But that’s not what him being here right now is about, right now, he’s making a statement.

“I missed you.” he suddenly expresses with a heated breath, surging forward to kiss you. “I’m sorry I came in like this, I – I didn’t want anyone to see me.”

You nod, only an inch from his lips. “It’s, it’s okay, Dave.”

Without realizing it, he’d back you up against your front door. He reaches to the side, locking the deadbolt he’d gotten past less than ten minutes ago. But when he does realize it, he leans down, hooking either hand around the backs of your thighs and lifting you into the air. You squeal quietly, your back sliding up against the door as he pushes his body weight into you.

“David,”

“Baby,” he enthusiastically moans, fixing his hips right up against yours as his mouth falls to your neck. “Say my name again.”

One of the things he’s grown to absolutely love about you is the way you say his name. The only time he ever hears the full name of David is when he’s being scolded or screamed at, most often by Carol. But the with you… the way you say it makes him love his name all over again. And you’ve noticed on your end how nicely he reacts to it, too, especially alongside any sort of praise.

“You like that, baby?” you grin, tilting your head to the side for him. There’s a low rumble that washes across his chest, his lips now suctioning to your next. “David, that feels so good…”

“Mm,” he moans against you, eyes shut as he rolls his hips into you.

It makes you gasp; he’s never held you in this way before.

“I know they can’t touch me,” you continue on, clinging to him tightly, your fingers raking through his brunette hair. “Not like you.”

You have no idea how incredibly happy it makes him to hear you say that. With Carol, when he found out she’d cheated on him, he felt like she was never really his. After that, he felt like their relationship was ruined; it was a fraud. He needs to know you’re his, he needs to know that you know you’re his.

David then moans your name, his tongue rolling over the mark he bit into your neck. And knowing that he bruised you somewhere visible makes you tingle inside. You’ll be able to show it off, but no one will know that it’s from him.

“Will you give me more?”

“More what?” he grunts out against you, rolling his hips forward and reveling in your small gasps.

“More hickeys,” you tell him, breathing quietly even though you know if you moan no one will hear. “Please give me more.”

“You want me to mark you?” he asks, then digging his teeth sharply into your skin.

“Oh!” you cry out, having not expected such a harsh bite. Your fingers curl, pulling firmly on his hair. “Yes,”

Once he’s discolored you twice, he lifts himself to your face, brushing tender kisses along your cheekbone. His breaths are fervent, not heavy but excited. And when you open your eyes, you’re met with his heated gaze, those brown orbs looking deeply into your own as he sighs. Suddenly, his right hand slides up to your back, holding you against him as he lifts you from your door.

“Baby, what –”

And then he’s kissing you again, spinning around and walking in the opposite direction within your home. He’d only spent a day and a night there but already he’s memorized it, making his way to your bedroom without even opening his eyes.

You’re flustered beyond belief, but you keep holding onto him. Your arms and legs wrap around his sturdy frame, much sturdier than you ever would have thought upon first meeting him. He’s in his sweatpants again and you could feel how hard he was from the moment he lifted you up. But now, you can feel a slight dampness growing, the realization making your insides tingle. His overt arousal is always such a turn on for you, you’ve never met a man that gets as excited as him.

Your bedroom door had already been open, and he wastes no time getting inside. But once in, he kicks it shut. Something about the extra privacy just gets him; makes him feel like he can do anything he wants.

Even when he lays you down on your bed, his body doesn’t leave. His lips trail down your neck, running sloppily over your skin while his hands get to work. He feels like he can’t stop himself, can’t even slow down. Thick fingers hook into the waistband of your yogas and intimate garments, sliding both down your legs in one go. And you lift your hips slightly for him, allowing him to do so. Once they’re tossed onto the ground near the foot of your bed, David reaches out, catching your left calf before you lay it back down. While tenderly holding your stare, he turns his head, kissing the soft flesh of your lower leg while doing so.

“Can I?” his lips mumble over your skin.

You feel breathless but sure, very sure of your next moves. Reaching forward, you bring him to you, and he allows you to. He crawls up the bed and over you, seemingly slower than before. Your eyes haven’t left one another’s, not until your lips connect. You can still feel the slight scruff growing along his jawline and cheeks, even some on his neck. And he notices when your fingers stroke the course hairs.

“You like it, huh?” he asks, leaning up to his knees.

He kneels between your spread thighs, quickly removing his shirt and dropping it at his side. He then dives back down, fingers immediately moving to your top. As you lean up for him, lifting your arms, your hands instantly return to his cheek and neck, forcefully bringing him back down.

“Baby, I love it,” you giggle, smiling over his lips. “You look so cute.”

“Cute, huh?” he asks, grinding himself in between your now naked legs. He’s still wearing his sweatpants, though; he’ll have to change that.

“David,” you chuckle once more, fingers caressing his cheeks and then his lower lip. “It’s so fucking sexy.”

When his mouth covers yours once more, he arches his back, fingers lowering to fumble with the strings on his pants. You assume he’ll step away to fully rid himself of his clothes, but he doesn’t. He side-steps out of them, a little clumsily, while remaining on top of you. The hot breaths of his hurried lungs fan over your face from his open mouth, his completely bare body now resting over yours.

“I like that better.” He tells you gruffly, lowering himself to your ear. David’s teeth nibble on your earlobe, nose running up the cuff. And the slightly sensual act makes your skin rise with goosebumps, making you release a shaky breath.

“You didn’t answer me before,” he continues, one hand steadying near the side of your head, the other leaving you completely. Dave drops his head to your chest, resting his forehead between your breasts. He then turns his head to the side, mouthing at your curves briefly before whispering, “Can I?”

The hand that had disappeared finds a home briefly between his thighs, grabbing himself and running a fist over his length. It’s not hard to, either; he’s not dry. His boxers were definitely damp when he removed them and honestly, he wants to see you lick the precum off.

Your hands guide him to your nipple, missing the feel of his hot mouth on your tender peaks. He moves with you willingly, and while he knows you’re enjoying every second of this, this still isn’t a clear answer.

“Baby,” you finally return, chest pushing up against him. He groans when you do this, biting into you when he finally runs his head up through your sex. It’s an unexpected sensation but not unwelcome, your blissful gasp immediately hitting the air. “Yes.”

As much as he loves to have his mouth on your tits, he shoots his head up, looking directly into your eyes. His pupils shift back and forth, flickering between the mesmerizing windows to your soul.

“I want you,”

“You have me,” you tell him with certainty. “You have me.”

Inside, his heart soars; he loves to hear you say it. It also gives him the confidence to move forward, shifting himself to your very center.

“Please,” you beg, hands lowering to his neck, fingers curling around and pulling him close.

Once again, his forehead rests over yours, a deep breath sucked into his lungs before closing his eyes. Slowly he breathes out, moving forward ever so slightly. But he doesn’t stop, he continues, the head of him just barely brushing through your folds.

Something about this feels incredibly monumental. Being sexual together was one thing, but actually having sex seemed to solidify this, seemed to scream this is real.

“D – David,” you whine, pressing your head back into your pillow.

He surrounds you, enters you, fully consuming you as his mouth moves to muffle your small cries. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders as he completely enters you, sliding inside your velvety warmth. And while he’d been trying to keep his composure, he can’t help but groan into your mouth. Every single inch he explores while diving deeper inside sends an incredible wave of euphoria through his body, feeling your muscles quiver beneath him. His own flex with the sensation of it, his chest tightening and releasing an almost pained groan when he’s entirely inside.

“Holy fuck,” he huffs out, pressing his body weight into you. He needs to feel closer to you, needs to be as close as he possibly fucking can to you. “This, you feel…”

“I love this,” you suddenly whimper out, tightening around him. The sudden clench of your heated walls makes his jaw drop, along with your words. They give him the confidence to speak his mind.

He says your name in the semi-darkness of your room, all of the lights in your apartment still off as you experience each other in this way. David’s skin is warm and taught above you, smelling of pine and tasting exactly like himself, exactly like that unique sensation you’ve come to crave.

And then, he says it again, alongside the motion of his hips. He’s gentle, the first few sways making you moan and gasp. You feel like you’re floating through air, feel like none of this could actually be real.

“I love you,” he then says, heightening the fantasy feeling of it all. “I want to take care of you.” he expresses to you, the steady rocking of his hips making your head swim with bliss.

“Baby,” you look up, lifting your head. Did he really just say that to you? “You…”

He uses his right hand to cup your face, breaths quickening above you. “I love you.” he tells you before you can even ask, brows folding in the center when he feels your legs begin to loop around him. He loves the feeling of that, loves to know, even without you saying it, how much you want him.

“You don’t have to say it back, I know, I know it’s a lot.” He tells you, picking up his pace.

The thick drag of his cock along your walls makes your eyes roll back, makes your hips shudder each time he thrusts back in.

“But I want this, I want you so bad, sweetheart. Want to take care of you,” he tells you again. And then he thinks back to those he has cared for in his life, and due to his line of work, his next words come naturally. “I want to protect you.”

“David,” you whine, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts, causing a stuttered groan to float from his throat. “I love you, baby. You need to know that I love you, too. I love everything about you.”

Right now, he’s not anyone else to you. He’s not Molly’s dad, he’s not Carol’s husband, he only exists as what he is to you; he’s yours, he belongs with you.

“You, you feel so… fuck…” your head drops back, and he takes it upon himself to slide his tongue up the column of your neck.

Your reciprocation makes his heart leap inside, making his entire body light up even more, if that were even possible. He can feel himself throb inside you, can feel the liquid leaking from his tip which is caused directly by you. Your muscles move below him, the ones in your stomach and sides and legs. He loves feeling this, along with your smooth skin, as both rub against him. He likes the feeling of your tits pressed against him, likes feeling your plush curves move and slide below him, right against his chest.

“I knew you’d feel this good.” He says with a laugh of disbelief, picking up on your unfinished words. “I always knew it. You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen, in my whole entire life, baby. Will you let me take care of you, baby girl?”

“Yes, baby, I want that. I want that, yes please.” You cling to him desperately, fully hooking your legs around his lower back.

“Fuck, I fucking love it when you do that.” he growls against you, baring his teeth briefly as he hammers himself down into you.

“David!”

“David?” he asks, and you become confused. “Or something else?”

This makes you laugh briefly, airily. You of course know what he’s referring to.

“Say it, baby.” He says, almost cockily. “Say it to me.”

“D… Da…”

He leans in, smiling next to your ear, his hips now snapping into you. “Call me daddy.”

Detailed Chapter Summary

After confirming your relationship with him, the two of you have a movie night, David taking the liberty to pay for the food. While laying on the couch together, you share a few intimate conversations, with David eventually finding himself between your legs again.

A call from Carol cuts his weekend visit short. When he gets home, she tells him that she found your hair ties and panties in David's room, but she obviously doesn't know they're yours.

You and Molly decide to go to a frat party, which David finds out about when he looks at your Snapchat story. Seeing you surrounded by men sparks a rage of jealousy inside him. He texts you to go home, breaking into your apartment by picking your lock so he's there when you get back. This is when he takes you to your bed, finally making you his.

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MBFD - Chapter 6: This Unspoken Feeling

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 14.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) reader descriptions, praise kink, panty kink, oral (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, age gap, super fluffy Dave

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A/N: ahh my first fic to post since I've been back, I'm so excited. I hope you all love this chapter as much as I do because hot DAMN

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He steps quickly out of the cab, immediately glancing up at the building a few yards from him. With a brief rub of his hands, he shuts the door behind him, making his way to the trunk for his bags. He slings his backpack onto his shoulders, grabs his duffle, and taps twice on the hood to signal to the driver that he’s all set. Now, all he has to do is walk up those steps.

You’re staring at the door, arms crossed while your foot taps and your teeth dig into the corners of your lips. Your phone is in your hand, and you want to check it, you dare yourself to check it, but if he texted you would’ve felt the buzz by now. You’re so nervous you feel like you could throw up. Was this a good idea? Inviting him over? Not just for the day or even the night but the entire weekend? You both jumped at the opportunity though, certainly those feelings weren’t just spur-of-the-moment. No, not with all the things the two of you have already done.

When your phone buzzes it makes your entire body jump, and when your read his message, you impulsively fling your phone onto the couch from nerves.

Fuck, he’s here. He’s fucking here.

Oh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

You’re going to freeze up, you know it. What if he does, too? You don’t know what you’ll do if that happens, if you both stop in your tracks. And it’s not even that you’re re-thinking this necessarily, it’s that you’re not sure if you’ll be enough for him. You don’t know if you’ll be what he wants. You have no idea what the fuck this is but spending the entire weekend together seems to be a sign that it’s getting a little more serious. He’s going to be spending two days and two nights with you, two whole days and two whole nights. Will he see how much younger you truly are? Will the two of you have any common interests? Will there be longer, awkward silences? What if he ends up wanting to go home? Oh god, you’d die. You’d just die of embarrassment if he just ended up going home.

A quick breath of air is sucked in through your mouth when you hear three loud knocks, your entire body jumping at the sudden sound. Usually, when you’re expecting someone to come to your home, you’re able to hear them walking down the hall. You must’ve been so enwrapped in your thoughts because… you didn’t hear him at all.

Dave waits at your door, the hand he used to knock now sitting in his front pocket. His other is on his duffle bag, holding it beside him. He takes a steadying breath, one that works. He needs to shove these fruitless worries away. He’s excited to see you. The small movements you make on the other side of the door are just barely audible to his ears. A small smile creeps across his face, as well as a short and amused laugh. You’re so small; you even sound small. His heart rate picks back up when he sees the doorknob move, turning slightly before the door opens.

Your eyes lift to find his, lips parting in slight shock when you finally see him. He’s in a dark gray business suit, his dress shirt a light blue resting beneath his red tie. His hair is styled cleanly, his jawline shaven. He looks so handsome like this, almost more so than ever before. You’re so focused on his beautiful face, on those deep, brown eyes, that you don’t even notice the backpack on his shoulders or the duffle bag beside him.

And in the world just inches across from yours, Dave is just as breathless. You’re in his shirt again, that fucking marine shirt. Your long hair is down, you don’t have any makeup on; you look so cute like this. You look so real like this.

“Hi…” you quietly breathe out, the small word seemingly all Dave needs to hear to step forward.

Dave moves into your space, and you move with him, steps retreating further back into your home. He doesn’t take his eyes off you as he swiftly walks inside, shutting the door behind him and dropping his bag. It happens so quickly that you barely have time to register it before both of Dave’s hands rise to your face, now pulling you in for a bruising kiss.

You accept it wholeheartedly, the breath instantly taken from your lungs when the two of you connect. Your hands rise to grip his forearms, eyes fluttering shut as you feel his mouth on yours. He sighs softly against you, rubbing his thumbs over your skin and moaning quietly when he feels you step closer, your body pressing against his. His lips move with yours, the firm kiss followed by many more as you return to one another.

He smells of his normal cologne, the scent fresh with slight hints of pine. He also smells like the airport, that crisp scent of travel, particularly the clean leather lining the seats in the first-class cabin. And for some reason, it makes you realize his age all over again, makes you think about the businessman side of him, the mature side of him. And it makes you fucking yearn for him.

“David,” you whisper against him, welcoming more and more connections of his soft skin brushing against yours.

He doesn’t respond, he just keeps moving, the hand on your cheek sliding down and curling around to hold the back of your neck. He leads you backwards before trailing to the side, his hands briefly leaving you to shrug off his backpack before he tugs you forward onto him. His body falls backward onto your couch, and yours falls with him. You settle naturally onto his lap, both of Dave’s hands now lowering to your back. When his hands leave yours move, too, landing on his neck and pulling the two of you close once again.

What began as firm and sensual quickly turns into heated gasps and grabs, both of David’s wide palms now roaming the curves of your ass. And he groans when he feels you, fingers digging firmly into your muscles. Those digits, talented beyond his own comprehension, slide up beneath your shirt, tugging lightly on the hem.

“Baby,” you moan into his mouth, skin shivering when you feel the bare contact, even with as minimal as it is. “I missed you.”

His hand returns to the back of your neck, forcing your mouth onto his once again. He moans deeply when you comply, when you let him push you forward into him. His mouth had been open when he did it, his tongue immediately sliding across your lips. It makes your core ache for him, for the feeling he brought you not all that long ago. You open up for him, welcoming his tongue inside and moaning at the feeling of its sensual slide.

It reminds you both of the first time you’d kissed. You’re in the same position you were in then, you atop his lap while he sat on your couch, his hands grabbing everywhere they could while his mouth explored your own. That felt new but this… this feels like he’s coming home.

What makes him so patently hard is the fact that he’s never done this with anyone before. He’s never shoved his tongue into someone’s mouth so forcefully, never gripped the back of their neck to guide their motions. Carol never let him take such control like this, he could never give into what he truly wanted. And if he’s being honest, he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted her as much as he wants. If he’s being fully honest, when he was growing up, he thought needs like these were deeply primal, something to keep inside and not to show. But with you, he wants to show, he wants to show you everything. 

“Mm… baby,” he pants, fingers tightening their hold around the back of your neck. “You missed me?”

His voice is raspy, yet low, like he’d just woken up, though he didn’t get nearly as much sleep when he was without you. You’re both breathing hard, smiles now blooming quickly on your faces.

“Yes,”

Your lips return to his, a moan much louder than intended falling past them. Your left palm slides down his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his dress shirt. It’s so thin he can feel the light scrape of your nails, and it makes him growl inside.

He can’t remember the last time he’d heard that, the last time those words were spoken to him and made him feel like this. You missed him. He swoons inside over the simple words; do you truly care so much about him? Do you really yearn for him in his absence? 

“I missed you, too.”  

And suddenly, you feel him, completely firm beneath you. He’s resting between your legs, hands urging you down onto him. You smirk, grinding your hips against him. But instead of encouraging you to roll yourself over him once again, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. Both of your arms wrap around him, your face nuzzling into his neck as he holds you close. The hurried and heated moment now slows, suddenly feeling intimate and tender. Your breaths steady against one another, David’s hold on you tightening along with the emotion in his chest.

“I missed you.” he whispers again, his nose breathing in the flowery scent of your hair, fingertips moving slightly against you, feeling you in his arms.

While he was gone, he didn’t hear from anyone. Not from Carol, not from either of his girls. He only heard from you. And it wasn’t just sexual, it was emotional, too. Ever since the two of you slept beside each other in Dave’s bed that night, sleeping alone just didn’t feel the same.

You hear him quietly moan, the sound so light it’s almost a whimper, one of satisfaction as he sighs out below you. You’re entirely wrapped around him, legs on either side of his hips, arms wrapped around his neck. Your fingers comb lightly through his hair, remembering how much he liked it before. And for a moment, you both relax. Even though he’s far older than you, you feel as though you’re the one in control right now. There’s this unspoken feeling hanging in the air that tells you Dave just wants to be held, comforted, so that’s what you do. You hold him in your warm embrace and stroke your fingers through his soft, mocha-toned strands, deciding to whisper to him in the quiet calmness that surrounds you.

“I missed sleeping next to you,” you tell him, and his eyes close with affection. Your head remains resting on his shoulder, smiling softly as you speak. “I missed the way you feel, the way you kiss me…”

“Baby,” he sighs, arms still holding you just as tight.

He’s not exactly sure why he’s suddenly so emotional, but he is. He can’t remember the last time he felt so loved… if that’s what this is. But he lets himself believe it is because if he convinced himself otherwise, he’s not sure what he’d do. But he has you, he’s happy with you.

When he doesn’t say anything more, you lift yourself from him, cupping his face in your hands. And when he sees your kind smile, he smiles right back, unable to keep himself from leaning forward and capturing your lips with his again.

“I’m so happy you’re back.” you grin, eyes still closed as the two of you remain close.

“I’m happy I’m here with you.”

And it’s the truth, because he isn’t happy to be back. He knows that once this perfect honeymoon of a weekend is over, he has to go home. Back to where he doesn’t want to be. So, he’s not happy to be back home, he’s happy to be back with you.

“I was so… nervous,” you huff out an embarrassed laugh. “To see you.”

“Why?” he asks, narrowing his eyes with a slight tilt of his head.

He reaches up, brushing some hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek in his warm hand. There’s worry in his eyes. Has he made you uncomfortable?

“I just get anxious, I guess. Thinking about you, but when you’re here…”

You take a steadying breath, the feeling of him in your apartment again wonderfully strange.

“I’m not nervous at all.”

“Good,” he simply replies, eyes scanning your incredulous features. “I don’t want to make you nervous, sweetheart.”

He’s speaking slower, and lower, the hand on your face lowering and curling around to your back. His palm slides down your curves, landing on the small of your back. You think he’s going to stay there for a moment, but you’re wrong. He continues downward, keeping your gaze before his eyes flicker down to your barely parted lips. And he smiles when you just barely gasp, feeling his fingers graze over your ass.

“I want you to be happy when you’re with me.”

“I am,” you softly return with a nod, settling into his touch as the press of his hand becomes firm.

David’s other hand glides down your side, resting in the divot of your hip and squeezing lightly there. Your own hands continue to hold him, resting on his neck and in his hair.

“I want you to feel good, angel.” He coos to you, eyes focusing on your pretty, soft lips. “Especially when you’re with me.”

“Angel…”  you giggle, biting the corner of your lip. “That’s new.”

Dave grins. “You like it?” he asks, continuing to speak when you nod. “Because you are, you’re so perfect to me, baby.”

It truly astounds you how different the world seems to be when it’s just the two of you. If anyone else were around, or if you were at his family’s house, the two of you would act as if you barely knew one another. But even within the sliver of privacy you had in David’s room, privacy has proven to make your hearts bloom.

“You remember when you laid in bed with me?” He asks, his hand fully pawing at your backside. “Did I make you feel good then?”

“Yes, David.”

“Can I do it again?”

Your upper and lower lips connect, throat having gone dry but lubricating it with a swallow as you think. Think about what, though? Your mind is swirling in a raging fury of thoughts, unable to hold onto one long enough to fully express it. Flashes of your first moments together come into view, every single sense you have completely engulfed with the overwhelming impression of him.

“Show me your room, baby.” He mutters to you, leaning in to gently bump your nose with his. “I’ve never seen it before, not off camera.”

The corners of his lips quirk up into a smirk at his last words, your own mouth mirroring his. You sigh out excitedly, giddily, licking your lips as you ponder your decision. Of course, you want to take him into your room. But you also want to do something else, too. Before anything else, before he sees you naked, before he lights your body up with delight, you want him to know just how magnificent he is… how attractive he is.

“Could I…” you begin, eyes fluttering shut, as if that will give you some semblance of strength. “Could I do something else, first?”

Your voice is small, and he likes it that way. It gives off the impression that you’re dainty and innocent; though he’s well aware you’re anything but. The meaning of your words escapes his mind until your smaller palm glides down his side, moving to rest directly beneath his belt. 

“Do you still want me to?” your little voice says, eyes opening to stare directly into his.

It’s almost like he can’t believe it – he thought he was past that point, past feeling like this was too good to be true. But still his body lights up with exhilaration at your words, every nerve he has vibrating with excitement.

“Of course, I want you to.” He finally exhales with a nod. He then reaches up, his right hand cupping your face with his thumb sweeping over your cheek, his other still holding you close. “Show me how it feels, baby.”

Your body shivers with the thrill of it, of the opportunity finally presenting itself – and this is only the start of the weekend. And realizing that, you lean forward, your smile nearly glowing as you move in to kiss him.  

“You’re so pretty, baby,” he quietly moans, the lower half of him already quivering with anticipation. “Love seeing you in my shirt like this…”

“Do you want me to keep it on?”

He doesn’t respond, he just moves to take it off. Dave’s eyes widen momentarily when he sees you aren’t wearing anything underneath, letting his shirt fall onto the couch beside him. He wonders if your choice of clothing, or rather, lack thereof, is the same further down. But it’s not; and what you are wearing beneath your leggings is something you hope is a pleasant surprise for him. 

He then suddenly surges forward, his left hand on your chest and his right on your back.

“David,” you gasp out, jaw dropping as you move to cradle his head.

His mouth immediately finds your right nipple, the hand on your back shoving you forward. He doesn’t tease or lick but instantly sucks it inside. When he lets go, he quickly mutters out how badly he’d missed hearing you say his name, so you say it again for him, leaning back slightly as his mouth roams your chest. You remember the first time you’d felt him explore you this way and how exhilarating it was, and this time is no different. It’s incredibly satisfying, feeling him his way, having him in your arms while he obsesses over you once again. 

“Baby, please let me,” you whine, the sound expressed through a quick breath. “Please let me do it. I want to so bad.”

He slips out a groan, momentarily forgetting about your previous request. He releases your nipple, giving you one more slow, firm lick. Both of your hands guide his face back up, giving him a quick kiss before you ask him again.

“Can I, Dave?”

“Yeah, baby.” he breathlessly smirks, “Go ahead.”  

His heart pounds in his chest, and even more so when he gives you permission. He’s aware that you know he’s uncut but still, you’ve never actually seen him before. What if you decide you don’t like him this way? What if you decide that you don’t want him? But you’re already moving off of him, and that coupled with his frantic thoughts make it as though he cannot even breathe.

You’ve been anticipating this moment for weeks now; you’d pictured it in your head while he was away, pictured it the very night that he’d found out about your… uncommon occupation. You don’t want to admit it, but you’d researched this before he came back, searching up ways to make this pleasurable for him. You knew it’d be different, but you couldn’t have comprehended just how different it would be.

With careful movements you lower yourself in front of him, settling between his already spread legs. He inhales a shaky breath when you fall to your knees, leaning back into the couch and spreading his legs further apart to make himself more accessible to you. You’re not slow, but you’re careful to not appear too eager, either. You can tell by the way he’s breathing and the expressions on his face that he’s nervous. It makes you wonder how long it’s been since he last experienced this. In an attempt to help him relax, your eyes flicker up to meet his once your hands land on his belt. And while he recognizes the intentions behind your gesture, all it does is force the pulse pounding in his neck to debilitating heights. 

Nevertheless, he holds your stare as you begin to open his belt, licking his lower lip as he watches you begin to work. The growing nerves on his face make you smirk, your hands momentarily leaving his lap to rub soothingly along the tops of his thighs.

“Are you nervous, baby?”

He tries to sigh but it comes out as a soft grunt, quickly nodding afterwards. Before you can respond to him, he licks his lower lip, muttering out a quiet yeah.

“Do you not want me to?” you ask with kind eyes and a sympathetic tilt of your head. “I don’t have to, baby. It’s okay.”

You nod reassuringly after your words, your hands keeping their motion of gliding gently over his still-covered legs. And you’re being truthful with him – you really don’t have to. If he isn’t comfortable with this just yet, or maybe even at all, that’s okay with you. You’re not sure how to label your feelings for him just yet, but you know that you want him here. You know that you want him with you. 

“I want you to,” he stumbles out, shaking his head. His eyes are dark and slightly wide; you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so vulnerable before. “I just, if you, if you don’t like it…” 

You narrow your eyes, mind now swirling with confusion. What is he talking about? What is that supposed to mean? 

“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to, you know…”

“Baby,” you coo, fingers returning to his now open belt. A stuttered breath shakes out of his throat when your fingers move, lowering his zipper. “Why would I not like it? Hm?” 

“I just, some, some people don’t.” 

A pang of maladaptive guilt shoots through you. And then, Carol’s words. 

I just, ugh, I don’t find it attractive anymore. The extra skin just grosses me out. 

While you’d been more than excited to finally perform this act on him, the remembrance of that bitch’s words makes what you felt mere moments ago dwindled to nothing, the sadness replaced with anger and then eager determination. There’s no way in hell that you’re passing this up. This man deserves to know just how absolutely amazing he is. 

Both of you watch as you finally reach the smooth fabric of his boxers, fingertips now pulling on the hem. He sucks in another breath when he lifts up his hips, allowing you to slide his pants and boxers down his legs. And as you do so, the dress shirt he had tucked into his waistband loosens, his lower stomach and hips slowly revealed to you. And as beautiful as he is there, you don’t even focus on that area as it’s being exposed. As soon as you pull his pants down, all you can focus on is the slap of his cock against his now untucked button-up. Immediately, Dave’s eyes flicker up to yours, desperately trying to search your face for any semblance of your reaction. Your lips part, brows raising slightly. You seem… surprised. Almost shocked. 

Dear god, dear fucking god, does she hate it? 

Neither of you speak, and he’s startled slightly when he sees you move. Your left hand falls to his hip as your other rises to grip him gently in your hand. He’s thick, much thicker than you’d had in the past, and it intrigues you greatly. You lick your upper lip as you stare at him, the tiny fist you’d wrapped around him sliding down to pull his foreskin back. It is different, quite different from what you’ve experienced in the past. Before you touched him, his tip was just barely visible around his extra skin, the area appearing pink but very visibly red when you pull his foreskin down. 

“Ngh,” he grunts, shifting his hips when he feels your palm move over him. 

Immediately, your head shoots up, unsure if you’ve done something wrong. 

“Did that hurt?” you ask, concern lacing your tone. 

“No,” he grumbles out, his own brows raising now. He then shakes his head, exhaling a rough sigh. “Feels - felt good. It felt good…” 

“Yeah?” you hum in return, tightening your fist before bringing it further down on him once again. 

David’s lips part when you do it, a genuine moan floating out from between them. And when you’re finally sure that he’s enjoying this, you smirk, eyes returning to the beautiful erection you have in your hand. And when you tug on him once more, a droplet of precum slides out from his slit, forming a small orb atop his tip before sliding down the rounded edge. 

“Hm…” you playfully hum, scooting closer to the space between his legs and laying out your tongue. 

The fact that this is Molly’s dad completely leaves your mind, your attraction for him blurring the lines between lust and rationality. This man’s traits of father and husband are nearly nonexistent here. Here, he’s not either of those things. Here, he’s yours. 

He watches you lick him, feels the wet heat of your tongue on his cock for the first time. It makes him sutter out a gasp, feeling himself shake from the sensation. He’s not sure what to do with his hands, he can’t curl his fingers into any blankets. So, he settles for laying his palms flat, pressing firmly down into the cushions. They slide forward, fingers curling over the edge of the couch. This position also helps him to bring his hips further up. 

“Mmm…” you delicately moan, tasting the slight tang of the sweet liquid you’d so quickly ushered out. 

The simple action sets a fire alight in your core, and almost on instinct, you immediately want more. You move your body forward and down, forcing your tongue out even more as you lick a firm and heated stripe up his entire length, starting at his base.  

“Oh,” he gasps, his body jerking in response as he sucks in a large gulp of air. “Fuck…” and then his head drops back, resting against the top of your couch. 

With him seemingly relaxed, you wrap your lips around his bulbous tip, giving him a gentle suck. His hips shudder upwards into your touch, chasing the feeling of your lips when you pull away. Curious, his head drops back down, wondering why you left him so quick. He sees your hand release his foreskin, your lips now moving to gently suck it inside your mouth. 

“Holy… f - fuck, baby,” 

All you do is hum, now intent on keeping him stimulated until he cums. Your lips move over him, lightly suckling on the extra skin, your warm tongue sliding against it while it’s tugged into your mouth. It’s something he’s never felt before, something no one has ever thought to do for him. You hear him moan, a noise close to a whimper slipping past his near-trembling lips. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see his hands move. Without removing your mouth, you glance over, seeing his fingers tense and shake. Your tongue lays flat for him again, head turning to lick languidly along the side of his length. Both of your hands slide up his thighs, then floating outwards to his sides until they rest overtop his. With heavy breaths he lets you guide him, moving his hands to the back of your head. 

“Oh, baby,” he shakes his head with a light huff. “You want me to hold your hair?”

“Mm-hm,” you hum, hands leaving his and allowing him to do as he wishes. 

Your left palm resumes the action of sliding over his bare thigh, while your right falls to his scrotum. He jerks when you cup him, not from displeasure but simply from surprise. Lightly, your fingers move below him, fondling him gently while your lips wrap around his tip again. Usually, you’d be able to successfully go down on a man like this, but with Dave’s extra skin you quickly figure out that you need to pull him back to lick over his sensitive tip, a task your left hand quickly assumes. Pulling him down, you reveal his tip again, wet slightly from your spit and mostly from his own arousal. He’s breathing quickly above you, shallow sighs that desperately attempt to fill his lungs but are falling short every time. 

It’s smooth and supple, the sensation of your lips. The delicate skin wrapping around his own applies the lightest of pressure, the sucking motion of your mouth increasing with every passing second. 

And above you Dave’s head swims with a mixture of disbelief and bliss. He can’t believe how amazing you’re making him feel and it’s only been a couple of minutes. His fingers curl gently into your hair, petting the long, soft strands as you slowly begin to work him with your mouth. 

“Baby,” he sighs, eyes fixated on your every move. “Your hair is so pretty, baby. So long…” 

When his sentence trails off, his fingers tighten their grip. The strands he seemingly loves so much twirl around his thick digits as they curl, feeling your head begin to bob up and down. You’re still at his tip, tongue sliding over him and washing your own body in exhilarating shivers. You roll it over his exposed tip and foreskin, feeling his balls throb lightly when his lower stomach jerks from your touch. 

“You like my hair, David?” you finally say, lifting yourself from him and replacing your mouth with your fist. 

“Sweetheart, I love it. It’s so fucking pretty, you’re so fucking pretty, baby.” 

“You’re sweet.” you grin, batting your eyelashes at him. 

His open lips curl into a small grin, the irises in his already darkened eyes completely blown wide. 

“No one’s…” he doesn’t know if he should say it, it might kill the mood. But he feels so comfortable with you. He feels like he can be open with you. “No one’s ever done this to me before.” 

“What? No one’s ever gone down on you before?” 

“No, I - I mean… not like this.” 

“You mean played with your tip?” you purr, lifting your palm and placing it directly over his head, rubbing down on it in circular motions. “Your foreskin?”  

“Hm…” he whimpers, brows folding up in the center. “Mm-mm.” 

“Oh baby, that’s such a shame…” you sigh, eyes returning to the leaking cock beneath your hand. “Because I just love it.” 

“You do?” 

“Mm-hm,” you nod, lowering yourself over him once more. But before your lips make contact, you meet his gaze again. “You told me you’d like it if I pulled it back and licked your tip…” 

Your words alone make him fucking whine. Is this really happening right now? 

“What else do you like?” 

It’s pathetic but he can’t even answer. His mind rapidly searches for some kind of response, for any comprehensive thoughts, but he can’t. He can’t think. Not when your beautiful and half-naked body is nestled between his thighs, not when your mouth is inches away from his throbbing head, not when your big eyes are staring up at him with such genuine adoration and warmth. 

“I want you to control me, baby.” you encourage him wholeheartedly; you want to know how to please him because you already know you’re going to do this again. “Tell me what you want.” 

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses above you, licking his lower lip. “You sweet fucking thing. You want to please me?”

“Yes!” you all too eagerly reply, nodding your head with almost frantic moves. “Yes, baby. Please.” 

He inhales sharply, a small groan rumbling in his chest. His expression shifts, a small change but most certainly noticeable to you. Those incredibly deep, dark eyes flicker down to your mouth before returning to your own. 

“Suck on them, baby.” he finally requests. “Fuck - suck on my balls, sweetheart.” 

Without another word you lower yourself down, shifting back slightly as your mouth envelopes his sensitive skin. It almost sounds painful, the grunt that punches from his chest. Dave’s jaw completely drops, eyebrows narrowing in the center as he watches you suck one of them inside. You mouth at him eagerly, the motion of your hand now twisting while you continue to stimulate him. Jesus Christ, he could cum from this alone. 

“B - Baby, baby,” he’s groaning loudly now and the sound alone is enough to make you moan. “I love the way you do that, fuck.” 

And now, the moment feels more real to you than ever before. It’s in this moment that you realize how loud you can be, how expressive you can be. It’s really just the two of you here, you really can do anything you want. 

Your mouth continues to move over his balls while your palm slides over his length. He’s fully panting, one hand on your shoulder with the other in your hair, both holding as tightly to you as they can. In the heat of the moment, his fingers tug on your hair, but not hard enough to pull you away from him. He hears your small, feminie grunt, causing your mesmerizing eyes to flicker up to his. 

“Baby,” he grumbles, face growing stern as he gives you a single nod. “Say my name.” 

Your heartbeat flutters between your legs upon not only hearing him say those words, but seeing him like this, too. His pants pulled completely down, legs spread and cock out, still sitting in the upper portion of his business attire. Dave’s dark gray jacket is still on, the one matching the rest of his suit, with his light blue button-up below it. He’s also still wearing his red tie, and just above that, his all too flustered expression. But it’s growing darker, more dominant. 

“David,” you obey, mumbling his name beneath the sensitive skin you’re continuing to fondle. “David…” 

“Jesus,” he huffs, eyes momentarily pinching shut. “I like that.” he nods his head again, more times than the last. And when your tongue continues lapping at heavy sac, he stutters out a moan. “I’m not, I’m not gonna last long like this - holy fuck.” 

While you want to do what he asks, you have the overwhelming urge to have him in your mouth again. Without thinking you lift yourself, the fist you had on his cock sliding down to hold his extra skin tight, mouth enveloping him fully. And David’s gruff moans only heighten, his muscles tensing beneath you when he feels himself hit the back of your throat. 

“Christ baby, you take it so good.” his praise makes your body buzz, throat swallowing around him and tongue wiggling beneath the weight of his length. 

You bob your head up and down, the act now growing sloppy with your spit. He can hear the sound of it, feeling you slide your beautiful mouth along him and listening to the wet suck of his tip as it enters the back of your throat. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you, watching you move with rapture as you bring him directly to his high. His fingers dig into the skin of your shoulder, feeling himself grow closer. He’s not sure what to do - Carol never swallowed for him before. Should he say something? Should he pull you away? 

This is Molly’s best friend, he suddenly thinks, the intrusive thought not appreciated in the least. This is her best friend, and she’s on her fucking knees for me. What would happen if Molly ever found out? If she ever knew that she kissed me, had her mouth on me, fucking swallowed me… 

“You,” he puffs out, his hot breath forcing its way out of his lungs. “You don’t, I… fuck, you suck my dick so good, you take it so good… perfect, p - perfect little t - thing.” 

He can’t even get it out and at this point, and he feels like a goddamn fool. His head falls back onto the couch, feeling the incredible rise of euphoria consume him. They’re gone; every single thought in his head is gone. 

“Just, just like that. Yes, just like that…” 

David’s voice trails off, and it’s just what you want. You don’t want him to talk, you just want him to feel. Then, he begins to shake slightly, the muscles in his thighs and lower stomach trembling beneath you. Quickly, you pull away from him and immediately sit lower on the ground. With your sudden movement, Dave’s head snaps back up, watching you jerk him off as he cums. Your eyes are trained on his reddened tip, the first spurt of his cum landing on your face. It shoots from his throbbing head, hot and wet as it scatters your cheeks and chin. You lower your jaw, allowing some of the creamy liquid to land on your tongue. He gasps when he sees this, his one hand still in your hair. He jerks into your touch, body absolutely buzzing with bliss as you make him cum while on your knees. His strong, sturdy frame nearly convulses when your empty palm cups his balls in hand, the action heightening his pleasure as the thickness of his spend covers your skin and even hits the tip of your nose. 

“Oh my god, fuck,” he quietly grumbles out, appreciating your gentle motions as he begins to come down. “Fuck…” 

Your hand is covered in him, the drops that didn’t hit your face or land in your mouth cascading down his tip and over your fingers. Momentarily, your eyes dart down, watching the warm liquid coat your fist. When you look back up, he’s smiling, his eyes closed and head resting back again. He huffs out a small, airy laugh, his right hand now stroking your hair. The sated look on his face makes you bubble with happiness inside, your lungs sighing out with content. When he feels your hand move, he still keeps his head back, body inhaling steady breaths as he begins to relax. What makes him lift his head, though, is the small, wet sound of your moving tongue. When his eyes finally take in the scene of you licking his cum off of your hand, his entire body feels a sudden jolt of heat, the powerful sensation forcing him to gasp. 

“You… you like it?” he asks, staring down at you with furrowed brows and wide eyes. 

“Mhm,” you nod, the small whimper sounding innocent and sweet. 

When you’ve cleaned most of your hand and wiped off your face, you reach for his fingers, an exciting idea now in your mind. Hesitantly, you grab his free hand, the other still tangled in your hair. Completely breathless, he lets you move him, watching you bring his fingers to your face. His first two digits hit your skin, sliding through the remaining amount of his own cum and scooping it up. While keeping his gaze you bring them to your mouth, opening wide and placing them directly on your tongue before sucking them fully inside. And while you do it, your entire body floods with the molten hot sensation of your arousal, feeling completely shameless and daring before him. If this is the only chance you have to get him all to yourself, you’re going to make the most of it. 

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, ripping his fingers from your mouth. 

It’s much quicker than you’d anticipated - you’d wanted him to watch you clean yourself fully. But he hurriedly leans in, grabbing your face with both hands and pulling you up for a kiss. He can’t describe the emotions coursing through him, only able to realize that he is entirely overwhelmed. 

You let him drag you upwards to him, moving to settle on his lap once again. He pulls you to him, cuddling your smaller body against his. Immediately, he kisses you, lips moving over your own and then your cheek, hurriedly making his way down your neck. He can’t taste himself on your skin but he can feel the wetness his release left behind. 

“Baby,” he gasps out, lips moving over you. “You’re dirty.” 

The moan you release is one of excitement and lust, entirely delighted to hear how much he enjoyed your act. They’re heated and fervent, the kisses he gives, and you can’t help but find his affection unbearably cute. He already feels so loved and cared for by you, so soft and vulnerable and safe because you already treat him so well. And just as you’re about to return his affections, he decides to stand. Quickly, he leans down, thick fingers digging into the meat at the backs of your thighs and hauling you up. On instinct, you wrap your legs around him, arms and hands reaching for his neck to steady yourself. He kicks his pants and boxers the rest of the way down, pushing them aside with his foot.  

“Sweetheart,” he hurries out, lips incessant against yours. He loves the feeling of you clinging to him. “Where's your bedroom?”  

“It’s at the end of the hall.” it comes out as a breath, both hands sliding to his face and bringing his lips back to yours, not giving him a chance to move out of your grasp. 

David feels you tighten your hold around him in both your arms and legs, chuckling deeply before he speaks. “You’re a little spider monkey, aren’t you?” he teases with a grin. 

“Mm…” you hum happily, laughing at his endearing joke. “Baby, I like how much bigger you are, how much stronger and broader you are.”

“Stronger and broad than… what?” 

“Boys my age.” 

He feels his insides light up at your admission, lips parting in wondrous awe before he surges forward. You wholeheartedly welcome his advance, feeling his fingertips dig into your backside as he continues to hold you up against him. 

You’ve never felt such passion in your entire life, never been with a man that’s so eager to just be with you. A quick blink and his eyes are open, lips still tending to yours while he finds your hallway and immediately strides toward it. It’s short, and he reaches the end of it in a few long steps. Your door is already open and when he walks inside, he’s taken aback. He remembers seeing it on your livestream and he feels almost honored to finally be here in person. You feel his movements stop, both his steps and his mouth, so you look up at him. The look of awe on his face makes you grin, fingers reaching up to stroke tenderly along the line of his jaw. 

He takes in the view, your room clean and organized, just like your father had taught you to do. Your bed is made, the sheets and pillows a light blue. There are a few other pillows, all different shades of gray. You have a desk in the corner full of plants with your laptop sitting in the center, a full-length mirror standing tall beside it. Your dresser is next to your bed, displaying a large mirror atop it as well. The smell of lavender fills his nose, the aroma pleasant and kind. He notices everything, all of the small details; the color of your walls, which is also a light blue, your white, almost see-through curtains on either side of your windowpane, the different pots each of your plants call home, the candle emitting the incredibly sweet and floral smell already lit and resting on your nightstand.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you quietly coo, wanting to know what’s currently on his mind as you watch him scan your room. 

“Nothing,” he replies, still gazing around your intimate space. A genuine smile rises on his face, eyes returning to yours. “I’m so happy that you want me here.” 

David’s voice is low and sincere, the slight roughness to it making your heart beat for him. You reply quietly and sincerely. 

“Of course I want you here.” 

He sighs, trying to steady himself before looking further behind you. A few short steps, and he’s at the side of your bed, gently laying you down over the covers. And you let him, smiling and sighing out with joy when he does it. His body leaves you, standing upright to shrug off his jacket, feeling awkward now that he realizes he’s only half-dressed. You sit up to watch, leaning back on your forearms as he ponders undoing the buttons on his long-sleeve shirt. With the sudden feeling of insecurity creeping up inside him, he decides not to. Besides, he doesn’t think you’ll have sex right now, anyway. He doesn’t need to be fully naked. 

He can remember how you felt the first time he touched you, of course, because it wasn’t all that long ago. It was almost like he was experiencing the sensation for the first time all over again, the feeling of touching a woman.  But the act of being completely naked in front of a woman? Now that’s something he’d like to never do again. He wasn’t confident with how he looked, he didn’t put that much into his appearance. He kept his facial hair trimmed and his hair neat for work, but that was about it. And for some reason, that did it for you. Dear fucking lord, did he do it for you. 

An excited shiver tingles across your limbs when he moves toward you again, climbing onto your bed and over you. You’re wearing opposite articles of clothing, he in his button-up and you in your leggings. It seems as though neither one of you expect to have sex in the current moment, and you like that. You don’t feel this unspoken pressure from him, and it makes you comfortable, makes you feel like you want the same things. 

The nerves inside his stomach rise into his throat but he pushes them down because he helplessly, desperately, wants you. He takes a steadying breath above you, head tilting downward to stare at your exposed frame. David’s heavy pants fan out over your chest, swallowing briefly before lowering himself to make contact with your skin. You watch as his lips press tender kisses up the valley between your breasts, his hands on either side of your body as he holds himself over you. 

“Mm… baby.” he sighs deeply, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against you. 

One of Dave’s hands trails up your side, resting in the curve of your waist and squeezing you gently. It’s like he’s savoring this moment, maybe he’s thinking the same thing as you. If this is the only time he gets you alone, he’s going to make the most of it, he’s going to remember every second of it. 

He lifts himself to look briefly into your eyes before he leans in, humming appreciatively at the feeling of your hands on either side of his face as you welcome the press of his lips on yours. It’s in this moment that he shifts his bodyweight to his left hand, lowering onto his forearm as his right palm slithers down your side. You can feel yourself flutter between your legs, feeling him roam lower and lower until he reaches the hem of your pants. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” he rasps into your ear, lifting his lips from yours and pressing them to your cheek. 

“Will you finger me again?” you immediately ask him, feeling his fingers dip past the edge of your pants. “Please, it felt so good before.” 

“Yeah?” he asks, continuing to passionately kiss your cheek. 

It’s an affectionate gesture in the midst of your erotic moment together, something you appreciate.  Timidly, he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. You smile at the kind action, closing your eyes briefly and brushing your thumbs over his cheeks. He’s so close to you, so bare and raw and real. But the thing is, is he isn’t even trying to do this, he isn’t going out of his way to be sweet. It’s just how he is with you. 

He cups your sex over the thong you’re wearing, making you gasp. Your small, shrill noise makes his mouth return to yours, immediately covering it and swallowing the noises you continue to emit. Your blood rushes hot in your veins as you feel him shove his tongue into your mouth, your hands lowering to grasp his shoulders before your nails dig into the muscles beneath his shirt. 

“Oh my god,” he roughly groans into your mouth, his fingers slipping the fabric of your thong to the side. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Do you like how wet you make me, baby?” you instantly return. “It always makes me wet when you touch me.” 

“Yeah?” he grins, his confidence now growing upon hearing your words. “Why’s that?” 

“You’re so fucking handsome, baby.” your eyes are closed, fingers and hands doing their best to hold him close as he begins to circle your small bud. “The way you look, the way you talk, Jesus Christ, the way you fucking walk gets me hot.” 

“Well god damn,” he purrs into your ear, his lips ghosting over the outer lining. “If I knew you looked at me like that, I would’ve done this a lot sooner, baby.” 

The way you whine makes him moan, finally sliding his middle digit inside. There’s a unique sensation that runs through him when he feels your heated walls squeeze around him tight, when he hears your shaky breath and airy sigh. He lets you sit for only a moment before he starts to move it inside you, languidly sliding it back and forth, his finger never fully leaving you. 

“Yes, baby, please give me more.” you groan out, arching up into his touch and moving your hips in rhythm with him. 

It feels electrifying, having him inside you again, and it’s only his finger. The slow but steady drag of his finger along your ways makes your body swim with bliss, your jaw dropping when he stretches you wider while adding a second. 

“Fuck,” he huffs out, feeling himself harden once again. 

David’s eyes can’t figure out where to land, wavering from your pretty face and its blissful expressions to your bare chest heaving below him. Your eyes are still pinched shut, hips continuing to thrust up against him. Without fully controlling himself, he dives down, sucking the meat of your breast inside his mouth. You gasp out, eyes flying open to look down at him, your hands naturally moving to cradle his head. He sucks on your plump skin, digging his teeth in and surely leaving a mark. When he releases his hold on you his tongue soothes the darkening spot, laving over it in heated strokes. He moves over you, fully obsessing over your bare tits again - he’ll ever get enough of it. Every time he sees them he remembers what it was like the first time, when you revealed yourself to him in his basement. And fuck, he doesn’t know how he controlled himself enough to hold back then but now? Control isn’t even a word he can comprehend in his mind. 

“David,” you cry out, feeling him pulsate the pads of his fingers upwards inside you. “Yes, baby, yes. Please don’t stop.” 

He smiles breathlessly against you, moving to your nipple and rolling the peak of it carefully between his teeth. 

“F - Fuck, baby!” your hands continue to hold the sides of his face, feeling him lick and suck and bite some of your most sensitive parts. 

“Do you like when I suck on your tits?” he asks you, mouthing at your skin with fervent rapture. 

“Yes, I fucking love it, yes.” you moan in response, feeling his fingers pound into you. His eyes close in contentment as he gently suckles and presses himself into your breast. 

“Fuck, fuck.” 

“What?” you lift your head, “What is it, baby?”

“I can fucking smell you.” 

Anxiety washes over you; is that something he likes? But his next words reassure you of his unwavering passion. 

“Can I taste you?” he rises to your neck, running his nose along the vein throbbing near your pulse. His eager breaths make you shiver, make you feel dizzy and weightless. “I want to taste you, please let me taste you.” 

This isn’t something he normally does. If he’s being honest, he can’t remember the last time he did this to Carol, he actually isn’t sure if he’s done this at all during their marriage. Even when they were younger and dating he’d rarely find himself with his mouth between her legs. It just wasn’t something she seemed to want. But he hopes you want it, because he truly can smell you, the tang of your arousal in the air as it drips onto his hand. The desire to lay his tongue over your sex and lick it up is growing rapidly inside him, his chest tightening with restraint, feeling as though something inside him is going to burst if he doesn’t satisfy this need. 

“Yes, baby.” you hurriedly nod, combing your fingers through his beautiful brown hair. “Yes, go ahead.” You don’t often use that phrase, and you immediately realize you’re already picking up on Dave’s own little quirks. 

David shoves himself downwarn, sliding his fingers out of your heat in order to take off your pants. He uses both of his hands, sliding down your black leggings until they’re at your knees. Then, he stops. 

You look down to see what he’s focusing on, and it’s your panties. The color of them makes him ache inside - it makes you look so pretty and dainty. A light lavender, maybe even periwinkle color. It’s a solid color without any type of pattern, and he isn’t exactly sure why but it only increases his desire. You look so soft and delicate in them, so sweet and gentle. Without taking his eyes off of them, he tugs your pants the rest of the way down, unhooking them from around your ankles and setting them on the side of your bed. He then lays his palms flat on your hips, fingers curling around and petting at the smooth fabric keeping you from him. 

“You like it?” you hum, admiring his handsome face and lust-filled gaze. 

All he does is nod, and inside, he feels feral. There hasn’t been one single time in his life where he was this attracted to someone, this obsessed with their body and face and just, well, you. Everything about you makes him go crazy. This is the first time he’s been so enthralled, so sexually aroused, that he felt the need to smell his partner’s underwear, felt the need to gather their slick on his tongue. Will you let him do that? All of that? 

He maneuvers himself down, an appreciative hum turning into a hungry groan when you open your legs wider for him. Settling between your thighs and onto his stomach, the two fingers he’d just put inside you reach forward to run over your covered slit. It makes a shiver run through your hips, and you’re so intrigued by this moment, this first with him, that you lean up on your forearms to watch. 

David’s deep, dark orbs flicker up to meet yours, keeping your gaze as he lowers his face. It’s not intended to make you wet or beg, but instead meant to gauge your reaction, your consent. Slowly, he nestles the broad curve of his nose between your legs, watching your lips part and brows fold up slightly in the center. He applies more and more pressure, and when he hears your lungs release a shaky moan, he finally inhales. It’s a deep breath, one that fills his chest completely, his eyes fluttering shut when he exhales with a groan. The scent of your sex fills his nose, the very air he breathes, and it makes him fucking throb in his pants. And the vibration of his moan only makes the moment more intense, resonating through the delicate space between your legs and up to your hips. The next thing he does is completely unexpected and makes you fall backwards onto your bed; he lays out his tongue, licking a languid, wet, hot stripe up your still-covered folds. 

“Oh…” you gasp, sucking in a shallow breath of air before stuttering it back out. 

It feels like he’s playing, exploring, trying something new and truly falling in love with the act. He knew he would love this, not just in general but with you. He still can’t believe he’s doing this with you. 

There’s the slight taste of your arousal as it soaks through, his tongue just barely experiencing the sensation, and he already knows he wants more. His right hand comes down to pull your thong to the side, the smell of you on his fingers also strong. When he pets at your entrance again your body curls upwards, chasing his touch. You don’t have to wait long, though, feeling his first two fingers spread your folds. And all at once, you feel bashful as David’s movements stall. It makes you lean back up onto your forearms to look, but when you do, his eyes don’t lift to look at you. He’s staring intently at your naked sex, and this is when you realize that it’s the very first time he’s seen you completely bare. 

“Can I tell you something?” He keeps your thong on, now laying his hands flat on your lower pelvis, skin brushing over the fabric. “Can I tell you what I missed while I was gone? One of the things I missed the most?” 

A swallow makes its way down your throat, watching as he meets your eyes when he doesn’t hear a response. You give him a nod, no longer able to form a single coherent thought; not while he’s naked in your bed. 

Your lips open with a gasp when David’s right hand moves forward, cupping you carefully between your legs. 

“I missed the way you taste.” He lowly admits, those almost predatory eyes focusing intently on you. 

“Does…” it comes out before you can stop it. “Does that mean you’re going to do it again?”

His mouth opens just barely, eyes full of fascination they dart back down, licking his lower lip. This small intermission between his sensual actions feels like it lasts forever, though you’re sure it’s only a few seconds before he finally leans in. Immediately, his eyes close, tongue laying flat and licking a firm stripe up your center. 

“Oh…” your head lolls backwards between your shoulder blades, still holding yourself up on your forearms. 

His throat emits an open-mouthed groan, his tongue sucking on your taste when it moves back into his mouth. He revels in it, having never before experienced your specific flavor. You’re already so wet, there’s so much more for him to lick up. It’s smooth and liquidy, the sensation sweet and slightly sour on his tongue. His fingers then spread you wider, leaning in to lap at you more. The movements of his tongue are firm and sensual, gaining in speed as he licks into you.

“David…” you moan, both hands slithering down into his hair as you return to your back. He moans into you when your nails scratch at his scalp, your hands moving to pull him even closer to you. 

He lets you guide him, the large arch of his nose finally pressing itself into your head, the tip of it rubbing tenderly over your throbbing bundle of nerves. He continues to run his tongue over your folds, occasionally sliding it inside and feeling the heat of your inner walls. Every time you moan, every time you sigh or release practically any type of noise, it spurs him on. The internal want to finally plant his face between your legs isn’t satisfied now that he’s finally doing so, the want now rising to a carnal need and he plunges a finger inside you. 

“Fuck! Yes, oh my god, yes,” you huff out, not entirely expecting the intrusion, but not protesting it in the least. 

“Fuck,” he groans out, whimpering desperately afterwards. His mouth roams upwards, finding your clit and kissing it. The thickness of his pointer finger is quickly seated deep inside you, all the way to his last knuckle and not stopping when he reaches that point. 

“You taste so good,” he grunts against you, his finger quickly sliding in and out. 

“Baby,” it comes out in a desperate pant, begging him to continue on while spreading your legs wider for him. He eagerly moves further into your space. “Please don’t stop, don’t stop doing that. Kiss it again, baby, kiss my clit again.” 

David’s guttural groan vibrates forcefully over your skin, wasting no time in completing your breathy command. His full, smooth lips find your clit again, kissing the sensitive area before sucking it lightly into his mouth. 

“Yes,”

He’s listening to you intently, wanting to make sure he gets this right. He’s completely enthralled with the current situation he finds himself in, but he wants to make you feel good, too. He wants to make you cum again. Jesus Christ, he hopes he gets to do this again. 

“That, that feels so good.” 

The pace his finger creates is steady and strong, now adding a second alongside his first. Every now and then, he pulsates them upward, hitting that magical spot inside you while he sucks on your sensitive pleasure point. And your fingers continue to curl into his hair, smooth and slightly wavy under your hands. 

“Oh,” he grunts, feeling your hips roll up against his face. “Baby, holy fucking shit.” 

“Keep going, k - keep going,” you gasp out, arching further into his touch. 

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” he asks, heart pounding in his chest as he waits for your answer as he mumbles over your skin. 

You nod fervently, telling him, “Yes, yes baby.” 

He can’t help himself with the next words that come out. 

“Cum inside my mouth,” he begs in that raspy tone, “I want it in my mouth.”

“Oh my god,” you’re helpless to the cry that comes from your lips as he sucks your clit fervently into his mouth, suctioning his lips onto you and swirling his tongue around it. His fingers continue to hit deeply inside you, forcing beautiful waves of euphoria to resonate throughout your limbs. 

“Fuck!” you cling to him, thighs beginning to shake as you reach your peak. 

And David’s free hand wraps beneath your leg, holding you to him while the other continues to pound his fingers into your sex. His eyes closed and brows furrow as he demands you give him more. He can tell you’ve reached your high when his fingers become coated in your wetness, feeling the fresh wave rush out onto him. You become much more slippery, your inner channel, the loud squelch of your cum due to his relentless hand. He groans into you, the sound forceful and deep, as if he had just cum himself. It’s partly due to the fact that you’re tugging so hard on his hair. It’s also due to the fact that he indeed spilled into his boxers just now. It shocks him, having not realized how hard he’d been grinding down into your bed. But he continues to focus on you, his mouth suckling on your pleasure point while his fingers usher more of your essence out. Your hips begin to roll as you cum down, no longer bucking them up against his face. Your shrill cries settle into tiny whimpers and moans, as well, now slowing his movements so he doesn’t overstimulate you. 

Dave keeps his fingers inside of you, gentle thrusting back and force as he releases your clit from his mouth. The tip of his tongue pokes against the top of your entrance, sliding along his fingers to get a taste of your slipperiness. When he lifts his head to stare down, and you notice this. “Baby,” you softly coo, calling out to him. “What’s,” breathing out an airy laugh at your still-flustered state, you finish your sentence with, “What’s on your mind?”

He responds simply, quietly. “You’re throbbing.” 

It feels like an incredibly intimate moment, having him on you like this. And when he takes his fingers out, he looks at them instead of you. He parts the two digits, watching your cum create a small trail between them. His tongue then pokes out, swiping through the small string your liquid creates before wrapping his lips around one of them. He sucks his pointer finger inside, his eyes looking to the side at your wet lips. Without considering his second digit, he dives back in, his tongue licking a passionate stripe up the seam of your sex, gatehring you into his mouth. Your body quivers at his movements, now feeling slightly overstimulated. The gentle throb in his now-spent cock makes his own hips shiver, now tasting you directly from the source. His right hand winds beneath your thigh, mimicking his left arm as he places his mouth directly over you once again. He’s gentle with it, licking you in small strides, just barely poking his tongue inside. 

“Sweetheart,” he sighs, finally retracting his fingers from inside of you. “I really like this color on you.” 

He moves the fabric back into place, covering you once again. The hand he’d used to pleasure you pets over the smoothness of it, eyes remaining focused on your center. 

“I’m glad you like the color,” you say, thinking back to your secret gift. 

“Mm…” he breathes deeply over you, leaning in to place one more kiss onto your mound before lifting himself higher up.

You reach out to him, hands holding his face and guiding his lips to your own. It’s slow, sensual, his own hand coming up to cup your cheek. David’s heart beats profoundly in his chest, feeling much closer to you. You kiss the top of his head as he moves to nuzzle into you, cuddling your beautiful body beneath his own. His face finds the curve of your neck, humming with ease as your fingers run through his short, lush strands. 

The slight dampness to his boxers begins to seep through, but you honestly don’t care. When he did that before, you found it flattering, honestly. And you feel the same now. You love that you rile him up so much, the thought of it exciting you all over again. Right now, all you’re thinking about is how affectionate he’s being. After he came on your couch, he was the same way. He’d pulled you up to him, giving you kisses and holding you close. Now, he lays over you, wrapping his arms completely around you and feeling you cling to him in return. It’s cute, adorably cute, how cuddly he is. 

“Baby,” you coo, cradling his head as he rests above you. His eyes are closed, and his breathing has calmed. He feels at peace here. “You feel good?”

“Mm…” he quietly moans, holding you a bit tighter. “Yeah.” it’s muffled by your neck and hair, but neither of you mind. He burrows into you; he likes holding onto you. 

“Do you think I could…” he begins, lifting his head from you. “Would it be okay if I showered?”

“Of course,” you smile, “You have clothes to change into?” 

“Oh,” he says, frowning a bit. “I uh, I guess not. I need to wash mine.”

“I can do that for you.”

He grins, sighing out a light laugh as he shakes his head. “You don’t have to do that for me.”

“What? Are you just gonna stay in dirty clothes for the next few days?” 

He laughs again, admiring you from above. “I guess not. But I’ll have to wait for them to wash and dry; I’ll have to wait to shower, too. Guess I didn’t plan that out too well.” 

“You know, I might…” you’re nervous to tell him. You hope he likes it. “I might have a little gift for you.” 

His brows furrow downward, tilting his head as he stares down at you. “You do?” 

“Maybe.” you shrug, patting him lightly on the chest. He moves back, rising to his knees and letting you slide out of the bed from underneath him.

“Stay there!” you say, scampering out of your room. 

Dave chuckles to himself, watching you run off down the hall. He plops back down on your bed, fiddling with his hands and sighing out shakily. Softly, he shakes his head. You’re so goddamn cute sometimes, always so excited to see him and so considerate of anything he may need. Before he can truly explore the thoughts and feelings wreaking havoc on his mind, though, you return. 

“Here,” you say, skipping back into your room with a shy grin.

You’re wearing his marine shirt again, and holding out a small, black bag to him. You have another in your other hand, too. He sits up on the bed, looking at you and then down at the bag you’re offering, before taking it hesitantly by the top loops. And as soon as he does, you sort of freeze up. What if he doesn’t like it? What if he thinks it’s weird, or girly, or just… too much? Oh shit, maybe you should take it back? But before you can, he’s already opening the bag. 

David’s eyebrows raise when he sees what’s inside, turning to set the bag on the bed so he can take the gift out and see it fully. Your fingers intertwine behind your back, still holding the second bag as your body twirls slightly, trying to shake out your nerves. Fuck, maybe this was a bad idea. 

“Baby,” he chuckles, pulling the boxers out, and that name just makes you giddier inside. He holds them in his hand, folding them out and assessing the light, lavender color of them. The same ones of the panties he seemed to like so much. “You got these for me?” 

He’s holding up a pair of Calvin Klein boxers, ones tinted with what is probably the last color he’d ever expect them to be. 

“Yeah…” is all that comes out. You’re quiet, because he still hasn’t even looked up at you yet. You have no idea what he’s thinking. 

And then he smiles, huffing out a tiny, amused laugh. 

“I know it’s a little much,” you mimic his airy sound, eyes grazing over the carpeted floor. “I just figured you’d need to wash your stuff when you got here, and then I thought well, you wouldn’t have anything else to change into and…” 

Amidst your rambling, Dave finally looks up at you. He sets the boxers down on his lap, the biggest smile growing on his face. You’re not looking at him as you talk, your hands still behind your back and eyes entirely elsewhere as you continue on. 

“And I got you some other stuff too, but, I know it’s a lot. I know, and I -”

He stands up with a huff, tossing the boxers down on your sheets. You yelp quietly when he pulls you in for a hug, one that’s tight with his chin resting on your shoulder, tucking right beside your head. Your eyes widen and your heart flutters inside. Maybe he likes them after all. 

“Thank you,” he quietly breathes out, closing his eyes and tightening his hold. 

You grin, wiggling your arms out of his hold so you can reach up and wrap them around his neck. It allows him to pull you even closer to him, holding you against his chest as he sighs. 

And on the inside, he’s melting. He’s a complete puddle. Because he isn’t sure when the last time was that someone had been so thoughtful when it came to him. For most of his life, it had always been about others. He and Carol had been together since the tenth grade, and since then, it was about her, and then it was about Molly, and then Alice. And while he loved his girls more than anything in the world, it seemed like their presence almost completely replaced his. But you know Carol, and you know his girls, and you know probably hundreds of other people, too. And yet, he’s the one that stands out to you. 

“Thank you,” he says again, leaning back to grab your chin. 

But he doesn’t kiss you, doesn’t back away from you, he just looks at you. 

“Well, of course,” you smile with a shrug. “I want you to feel cozy here.” 

“I do,” he laughs at your choice of words. Almost childish, but sweet. “I’m cozy with you, honey.” 

The look on your face tells him everything he needs to know about your inner thoughts and emotions, a timid smile flooding your face while your eyes avert his gaze. This time, he does bring your chin up to kiss you, one that’s not so long but very gentle and sweet. 

“What’s that other gift you’ve got?”

Your face heats up under his gaze, lowering your hands from around his neck and back to your sides, the bag still in hand. You bring your hands up, offering him his second gift. He opens it in front of you, pulling out a forest-green t-shirt that’s exactly his size. 

“Did you get me some pants, too?” he asks, the smile he currently has only growing wider on his face. 

“No, just the t-shirt and boxers.” 

“How come?” he asks, switching his gaze from the short sleeved shirt to you.

You shrug, looking away briefly with a grin. “I figured the boxers would be enough while your clothes dried, plus they match my panties, too.”

He doesn’t know how he didn’t realize it the moment he laid eyes on the gift, but they do match. 

“You got us matching underwear?” he chuckles, raising a brow. 

“I just thought the color was cute, okay!” you roll your eyes with a laugh, internally cringing at your impulsive decision. “Is it weird?”

“No, baby. I think it’s cute.”

“Really?”

“Really.” he immediately returns, then nodding as a gesture to the shirt. “What about the shirt? Any specific reason you got me this one?” 

“It matches your old one, I figured you’d need to replace it, anyway.”

“Old one?”

You smile, pointing to the shirt you currently have on. He grins, a sense of pride blooming in his chest. 

“And I’m not giving it back.” 

David is already so smitten with you, and your precious, thoughtful gifts only make him fall harder for you. Whatever this is, it isn’t just sexual, not for either of you. And that should scare him away, it should scare you away, too. But it doesn’t, not at all. 

After admiring his new clothes and being informed that you’d already washed them for him, he pulled you back on the bed all over again. With playful giggles, he kissed along your neck, pulling up his shirt to see the color of your panties once again. He thought you looked so soft in them, do you think he’s soft, too? Jesus, if only you knew what he did for a living. But he forces that thought out of his mind. That’s not something he should worry about this weekend, he just wants to be present with you. 

“Did you still want to shower?” 

“Yeah, baby.” he smiles, his hand sliding to now cup your face. 

He takes another second to look down at you, the moment soft and one he doesn’t ever want to leave. He doesn’t find this feeling anywhere else. Regardless, he gives in, letting you once again wiggle out from beneath him to stand. He follows you, watching your much smaller frame walk in front of him down the hall. It only takes a few steps to get to your guest bathroom, and once you’re inside, he steps in to stand behind you. 

“So, I put your stayover kit in here, just to make it easy, but you don’t have to stay in here. You can shower in my bathroom too, if you want.”

“Wait, stayover kit?” he asks, furrowing his brow. “What’s that? Did I bring that?”

“No,” you laugh, turning around to face him while gesturing to the bag you have on your counter beside the sink. “It’s this - I made it for you. I mean, I figured you wouldn’t have everything so…” 

You trail off, turning back around to grab and unzip it. He steps closer behind you, watching from over your shoulder as you move. And even though it’s the smallest of motions, the act of him placing his hands on your hips makes your insides light up. You smile to yourself when you feel him, moving a little slower now as you take the sensation in. 

“I wasn’t sure exactly what you used so, I just got you the basics.” 

“The basics?” he returns, raising a brow with a smirk. “Looks like you bought an entire store, babe.” 

Babe. You’re still not used to that, the simple word making you grin. 

“Well I didn’t know what you needed!” you argue, smile burning brighter from him teasing you. “So anyways, I got you some shower stuff…” 

You proceed to take out the body wash you bought, along with 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner. 

“I really hate that guys use this but…” you shrug, setting it on the counter while Dave laughs. “I also got you your own toothbrush and toothpaste, and some floss and mouthwash.” 

Okay, he thinks, pretty basic things. 

“Oh, and a comb, some razors and shaving cream.” you turn around to look up at him, lifting a hand to stroke your fingers along his jawline. “I didn’t know if you’d need this or not but you’re usually pretty clean shaven.” 

He grins down at you, chuckling again. “You’re cute.” 

She notices that? 

“And then there’s some face cleanser in here, and some moisturizer, for face and body. So, don’t mix those up.” 

He tries to hold back his laugh, but he almost can’t help it. Are you being serious right now? You really planned his arrival to this extent? He doesn’t even use face cleaner, or, whatever you just called it. 

“What happens if I mix them up?” 

Immediately, you turn around, pointing a finger up at him. “Don’t mix them up.”

He laughs, holding up his hands in defense. But before he can press anymore you give him the answer, something about acne, but he isn’t really paying much attention anymore. He’s only listening so intently to your words because of the way you’re describing everything. You’re so organized and detailed, explaining everything to him as best you can. And he needs it, too, because it’s embarrassing how little he knows about all of this. Maybe he can convince you later to describe it all to him again. 

“And then some deodorant, and chapstick.” you smile as you finish your sentence, along with the tour of Dave’s small stayover bag. You then turn around, feeling his hands situate themselves further up on your sides. “Is there anything I missed?” 

“You got more for me here than I brought to my hotel, and I stayed there for a week.” 

You give him a slightly-fake pout. “Did I overdo it?” 

“No!” he instantly replies, his hands now rising to hold your pretty, pouty face. “Baby, I love it. I didn’t expect this at all.” 

“Well, no one ever stays over here. You’re the first, actually, so I want to be a gracious host.” you explain to him with a now-returning smile. 

“Really? I’m the first?” he asks, tilting his head. “Like, ever?” 

“Mhm, I don’t usually like people staying over.” 

“Why not?” 

You shrug, placing your hands gently on his chest and sliding them up to his shoulders. “I don’t like people. But, I like you.” 

It’s cheesy, but it’s true. 

Usually, Dave is the one to take care of everything, make sure things are organized and in place, make sure everyone has what they need. But right now, you’re doing all of that. You’re taking care of him. And while it’s strange to give up that sort of control, he’s already learning to like it. 

“Here you go,” you smile, handing him the glass of water. 

Before you can leave to sit at your own seat, he pulls you in with his free hand on your hip. All too easily, you sit down on his lap, turning to face him with the brightest grin. He sets his cup down, not even taking a sip before ushering you in for a kiss. 

Your small affection for him is turning into an all-out obsession, both of your hands rising to cup his face. You immediately deepen the kiss, now moving to lean against him and moaning when you feel both of his hands on your back. They stroke you softly, his eyes closing contentedly as he moves his lips against yours. He angels his face upwards, chasing the sensation you bring. 

“Hm,” you hum, your forefinger stroking once over his bottom lip. Your eyes then dart further down. “You look good in them.”

“Yeah?” he returns with a smirk, watching your pretty eyes stare down at his new boxers. “I like them, they’re comfy.” 

Your heart stutters in your chest when he says that word. It seems like he’s already picking up on your habits, too. 

“Good, then it was definitely worth the risk.” you joke, eyes widening as soon as you say it. 

“What do you mean?” he asks, eyebrows drawing concern on his face. 

“Oh, um… I just mean…” 

Shit, shit. You didn’t want it to come up this way, you honestly didn’t plan on telling him at all. 

“Well, ugh. Shit.” 

“What?”

“Well, I… I went to the mall to get them for you, and your other stuff, too.” 

“Okay…”

“And I sort of, well, I sort of ran into Molly, while I was there…” 

Of course having Molly involved in any aspect is something the two of you need to avoid, but he doesn’t really see the cause for concern here. The concern on his face now twists into confusion. 

“Okay, what’s wrong with that?” he moves to hold you on his lap with his left hand, resting it over your hip as he reaches for his glass. 

He takes a sip of water while you begin to speak, something he regrets almost immediately. 

“She saw me buy them.” 

David suddenly chokes on his water, body jerking to sit up a bit further and set down the cup. “What?!” 

“Yeah, but don’t worry. I obviously didn’t tell her about you.”

“Well, what did you say?” He asks, his hold on your hip tightening. “What happened?”

The fact that he’s so flustered would make you nervous if his hold on you didn’t become more firm. It’s subtle, but you notice it. It’s like he’s unconsciously keeping you closer to him. 

“Okay, so, I walked into the store for your shirt and your other stuff, your toiletry things. And I went to the Calvin Klein store last, so I kind of had all these bags with me…”

“Yeah,” he nods, listening to you with intent. 

“And Molly was there.”

“Wait, she was there? Why was Molly in there?” 

“Okay well you can’t get mad at me, or her. You have to act like you don’t even know this, okay?”

He just stares at you, eyebrows still pulling down. He’s just getting more and more confused. 

“She’s, I guess she’s seeing this guy.” 

“What?” His eyebrows now shoot sky high. 

“Dave!” You squeal, “You can’t get upset with me!” 

“Okay, okay. I’m not. Go on.”

“She was… getting underwear for… him…” 

“Oh my god,” he says, closing his eyes and looking down. He pinches the bridge of his nose, stress now consuming him. 

“Hey, I’m no better, ok? I was getting underwear for you.”

“It’s not the same.” He immediately returns, refusing to look up at you while he shakes his head. 

“I know.” You say with a small grin, leaning in to hug him. You can’t help but find the situation slightly funny. 

“And she saw you?” He asks, eyes still closed but gesturing out with his hand 

“Yeah… she asked what I was doing. Like, who I was buying them for.”

Dave then looks up at you. God, does he find you absolutely mesmerizing, he could listen to you talk for hours. But he can’t help but feel a need to get to the point. 

“I didn’t really know what to say, so… I just said, they’re for my, my boyfriend.” 

“Your… boyfriend?

Detailed Chapter Summary

As soon as David steps into your home, it's like he never left. The two of you immediately connect, putting your mouths on the other's body for the first time. Afterwards, you show him a small travel kit you made for him to use while he stays over. You also bought him a new shirt to replace the one you took, and a new pair of boxers, the color matching a pair of your panties. He finds all of it adorable.

After he showers and gets dressed, you tell him about how you'd ran into Molly while buying his things, specifically, his underwear. She asked who they were for and you told her, your boyfriend. This confuses him a bit... "Your... boyfriend?"

Chapter Seven: Sweet to Me

#oh my god I love this #My Best Friend's Dad series #MBFD series #Dave York #Dave York x you #Dave York smut #Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal character fic

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6/19 Update

Hi my loves!

Today I have for you "Carnal Conviction" with Paz Vizsla x Female Reader. I intended to have part two of "Love Is a Sin" ready today as well, but that just didn't happen. These past two weeks have been a lil crazy, and I was on vacation for about four days, too.

So, for these next two weeks I will be working solely on...

Love Is a Sin (Part Two) Simon Riley x OFC "Bones"

MBFD Chapter Twelve

I'll do my best to have both of these pieces out by next posting day (7/3)!

As always, I love and appreciate every one of you 🥰🥰🥰

#account update #Paz Vizsla #Paz Vizsla x female reader #Simon Riley #Simon Riley x female reader #Dave York #Dave York x female reader #MBFD series

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Hey bae, are we gonna get a MBFD updateeee? No rush tho! When you’re ready I’ll still be here waiting🫡

Expect chapter ten to be posted on 3/27 😉

We're going to get a look into Dave's work life and how his mind has fully switched over to having reader in his life. And there will be a short snippet of Dave receiving nudes for the first time... We'll also get to see more of reader with her cheer team, and even have a small run-in with Molly seeing the contact labelled "Dave" in reader's phone 🙊. Another secret sleepover at the York's, and then talk of David's work trip. And chapter eleven will be their little vacation 🥰😍

I am SO excited.

#MBFD #MBFD series #My Best Friend's Dad series #Dave York #Dave York x you #Dave York x reader #Dave York x female reader

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MBFD Chapter Nine Update

Okay y'all,

I have been fighting back the urge but I can take it no longer.

I got an amazon package today that I have been DYING to open lmfao, so MBFD will have to wait. I planned on posting it tonight and it's almost done, but you have my word that it will be posted tomorrow (late in the evening though because your girl has her first day at her new job and is then going to a hockey game).

For the time being, here's a sneak peak (;

1.3k words | 18+ (minors DNI)

Frantically, he searches for your pants, the leggings you discarded onto the car’s floor. Reaching forward, Dave grabs them, using the fabric to shield your body from his coworker’s eyes. Immediately, your face is shoved into the slope of his neck, your entire body burning from embarrassment. Your arms wrap tightly around him, your body stiffening over his lap. And he feels this; he knows how comfortable you are. 

“Shit.”

When Resnik doesn’t see anyone in the front seats, he takes another step, peering into the backseat. And then, his eyes widen, Dave’s staring right back at him. But Dave’s aren’t wide, they’re narrowed; he’s pissed. 

You’re still burrowed into him, body trying desperately to hide. And Dave’s arms tighten around you, too. A possessive act. 

Resnik’s mouth drops into an open grin, lifting his hands up in defense. Spinning on his heels, he turns, walking away. And when Dave’s sure he’s out of sight, he releases an aggravated breath. 

“Sweetheart,” He turns his head, nose nudging our cheek. His hand rises, too, caressing the back of your head. “Are you alright?” 

And when he hears you sniffle, his heart nearly stops.

“Baby,” Dave whispers to you softly. “Look at me.”

Lifting your head, you sniffle again, quieter this time. You’re refusing to meet his eyes, and this worries him beyond belief. Did this damage your connection?

“Baby, please.” His voice is soft but concerned, both palms finding either side of your beautiful face. “Talk to me.”

“I’m, I’m so fucking embarassed.” Releasing a small whine with your words, you let a few tears fall down your cheeks. 

Your words make his heart break, the tears falling down your face filling him with grief. “I know, baby. I know, I’m so sorry.”

Lifting a hand to the back of your head, he brings you in again, ushering you to his neck. And you move easily with his gentle push, curling your body into him. 

“I know I… from what I do…” You don’t know how to say it. But David is patient with you, waiting until you’re ready to talk. He can’t believe Resnik just caught the two of you. “I… I can control what people see… you know, on my page.” 

All he does is nod, listening. 

“I couldn’t control what he saw.” You’re whispering, voice muted not just by his neck but by the emotions running through you. “Thank you for covering me.” 

“Of course, baby.” His grip on your head tightens slightly, his other arm wrapping around your lower back. “You’re mine, princess. You’re mine, okay?”

“I know, daddy.” Nodding against him, the nickname you use takes the breath from his lungs. It makes it so much more… intimate. Like it’s not just something that turns you on. Calling him daddy, in your eyes, makes him the person you can rely on. And that responsibility is something he’ll happily take on. 

Dave’s lips find your collar bone, and then your neck. It’s not necessarily passionate, his movements. They’re tender, kind and sweet. And it makes you melt into his arms, finally relaxing. He feels your calming breaths, the fact making him rest easy inside. When his kisses trail up to your cheeks, you grin, his lips comforting you greatly. 

“Baby,” You giggle briefly, eyes closing as you grin. 

“What?” He teases, lips mirroring your own. 

And then he feels your limbs tight around him, hears the sharp inhale of your breath. “I love you.” 

You’ve never before been so comforted by another’s presence. Being around Dave puts you at ease; it’s almost like he brings out a part of you that you never even knew was there. Easily, he helps you return to him, your usual, happy self. And honestly, lately, you didn’t find yourself all that happy. Not when you were without him.

“Let me drive you home, baby.” 

Legs tilted in his direction, you’re leaning on the center console, reveling in the way his big hand holds your thigh. After getting redressed, he helped you out of the backseat, opening the passenger door for you. He turned on the seat warmers, making sure you were comfortable for the drive home. It’s a quiet drive, one filled with the air of relaxation and contentment. You’re astonished he was able to calm you so quickly. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” He admits, tilting his head down when he parks in the lot of your building. He’s too attached to you.

“I know, baby.” You’re offering a loving stare, alongside a small pout. And when Dave looks over at you, it makes him smile. “What will you miss most about me?” 

At this, Dave sighs, the hand on your thigh tightening. His voice lowers, along with his eyes, those dark orbs trailing slowly up and down your form. 

“You know I like how you smell…”

“Yeah?” The words and his tone make you tingle. “Like my perfume, or… between my legs?”

The way you’re talking to him is making him hard all over again. “Both.”

“Hm,” You grin, nibbling on the corner of your lip. “Tell you what,” Reaching down into your bag, you retrieve a miniature bottle of your everyday perfume. You keep it with you in case you need to refresh yourself at any time throughout the day, such as after a walk to class or practice. “Why don’t you take this, baby?”

Thick fingers lift the small bottle from your hands, Dave now assessing it. He appears a bit confused, so you clarify for him. “It’s the perfume I wear.” And then he looks over at you with an appreciative smile. “Maybe you can spray it on your pillow or somethin’.” 

Now that is a marvelous idea.

“Really? You want me to have this?”

“Mhm.” Shrugging, you then say, “I have more at home, honey.”

“Honey,” He repeats, grin brightening. “I like that.”

“Well, maybe I’ll say it more then,” Leaning in, he meets you halfway with a kiss. “Honey.”

Just thinking about cuddling up to his pillow at night, stuffing his nose into the plushness of it just to smell you, it makes him sigh. You’re his safe haven, you’re everything he needs to feel comfortable and happy in life. 

“Do you have to go?”

Another sigh, a deflated one. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Okay, well…” Glancing down, you rub your thumb over that smooth bottom lip. “I’ll text you, okay?” You have no idea that he and Carol have been arguing, and the fact that you still go out of your way to reassure him of your contact makes him melt for you. You care so much. 

“Okay,” Nodding, sad eyes look into your own. “I love you.”

“I know.” You tease, smirking. “I love you too, David. So much.” 

“I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.” And it’s true. Nothing, no one, has even come close. 

“Do you really mean that?” Your voice is soft, shocked. 

“Of course I do.”

The thought that next pops into your head is only natural, you feel. And you can’t keep yourself from asking it out loud. “Not even… Carol?”

Immediately, your heart pounds. Should you have asked that? Did you cross a line with him?

“No.” He says firmly, instantly. “I’ve never felt this way about her.”  A text from the woman herself brings him back to his unfortunate reality. He has to go. But not before saying I love you at least a handful of more times, pulling you in for kiss after kiss until you’re pushing him away, laughing. He feels lucky to be close enough to hear that contagious laugh. The last thing he wants to do is go home, he’d much rather stay with you. But he lets you go, knowing he’ll see you again soon.

#MBFD #MBFD Series #Dave York #Dave York x you #Dave York x reader #Dave York x female reader

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4/25 Update

Hi babies (:

So, I'm really liking this posting schedule for every other week! It gives me time to relax and focus on other hobbies throughout the week, like drawing and a new exercise schedule I'm starting! I'm also making my own tarot card deck that I'm super excited about, too 🥰

I'm also going to start doing these update posts every time I post, to let y'all know what fics I'll be releasing today and what I'm writing for the next couple weeks!

More info below the cut (:

Today I have...

"Simon Says - Tell Me" Simon Riley x John McTavish x F!Reader

And later tonight... "Birds of a Feather - Chapter Five: Mesmerized"

2. For these next couple weeks, I will be working on...

MBFD Chapter Eleven: You Weren't Supposed to Know

"Cabur" Paz Vizsla x Female Reader

"Irreplaceable" Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

These three pieces will be posted on 5/8/23.

3. Lastly, I'm going to clear out my taglists.

They've become hella long and there are people on them that don't even follow me anymore lol. To be clear, I am still going to have my taglists, I'm just refreshing them. So, if you've already signed up for my taglists, please do so again if you'd like to continue to be tagged! This includes my general taglist, all characters, and all series.

I kept my general taglist just for this post. After this, it will be refreshed.

Join My Taglist!

Thank you for your endless love and support my babies!

Love, Liv ❤️

#account update #birds of a feather series #mbfd series #simon riley #john mctavish #ghost x soap #paz vizsla #paz vizsla x you #daddy whiskey

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Do you have an estimate of when the next chapter of MBFD will be released?

I am going to finish Red String before posting my next MBFD chapter. Red String only has two chapters to go (:

#MBFD series #Dave York #Red String series #Frankie Morales

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What songs inspired your fics/series?

1. My Best Friend’s Dad Series

Main line of inspo...

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't you ain't doin' it right. Lord save me, my drug is my baby, I'll be usin' for the rest of my life."

2. Blurred Lines Series

Soooo many lines in this song, specifically...

"Are you gonna kiss me? 'Cause you're takin' me home. It's four in the morning, are we doin' this wrong?"

"Let's fuck up the friendship, come get in my head. Baby, cut the tension. I'm hung by a thread."

3. Insatiable Series

A couple in here, too...

"Why don't you put me up in your chateau? Then you can show me off to all these hoes, And charge admission."

"I keep him inspired, put my pussy in a frame. Tell me I'm a perfect beauty, Dit moi en français."

No pressure tags 🥰 @kteague @loversandantiheroes @moralesispunk @movievillainess721 @nicolethered @radiowallet @toomanystoriessolittletime

#Spotify #MBFD series #Dave York #Dave York x you #Blurred Lines Series #Din Djarin #The Mandalorian #Din Djarin x you #Insatiable Series #Oberyn Martell #Oberyn Martell x you