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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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acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies · 3 months

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Hi lovely! First of all: your writing is amazing. You have a huge potential, keep up your good work! I'm proud of you. Listen, of courseee now that I've flattered you I need to request something xD

SO! I was thinking maybe fluff prompt 11 with Azriel. Like it would be their first pregnancy together and Azriel took some time off from missions to spend time with you? He's being super protective and all, always having a protective hand over the reader's belly- you get the idea. And like they would be laying on the couch and he would just randomly whiff of the reader's scent filled with her pregnancy hormones and be like, delighted with the scent? It was just an idea I had: I figured you would be able to make it into beautiful words. Like always.

Take care!

Babies

Azriel x Rhysand sister!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, suggestive

Prompts: N/A

Summary: It’s your first pregnancy and Az is being an overprotective mate. But you love it.

a/n dude i literally love @azsazz for all her dad!azriel fics also i don’t think ultrasound pictures are a thing in acotar so bare with me, i hope you don’t mind i didn’t include prompt 11 i just didn’t think it fit into the story.

“You’re pregnant,” Madja’s voice rang through my ears.

“Pregnant, that can’t be” I whisper. “Y/N my dear it turns out you are really fertile, more so than normal fae females,”

“I’m having a baby,” I mumble out, “I need to tel Azriel, when should I see you next?”

It wasn’t as if Azriel and I hadn’t talked about children. Fuck we had come up with baby names before all of this. So why was I so nervous as I waited for Az to come home.

Madja had given me a picture of the babe. I had it laid on a table with a cake that said “You’re gonna be a dad”.

The time seemed to pass slower, the clock’s ticking dimmed. I could hear the songs of the birds returning for the night, see the sunset pour into the room.

The door clicked, and I practically jumped out of my seat and rushed to the open it. I think I gave Azriel a heart attack with how quickly, I opened the door and pounced on him. He reciprocated my actions with a searing kiss.

“Hi,” I whisper against his lips, he chuckles and shuts the door, making sure to lock it. “What’s gotten you so excited?” he asks.

“I have a surprise for you in the kitchen,” I murmur my mind still hazy from the kiss.

“Oh you do?” he smirks. Rolling my eyes, I jump off and grab his hand, “It’s not that kind of surprise,”.

Guiding him by his arm, I drag him towards the kitchen. Standing on my tippy toes, my hand goes to cover his eyes right before we enter the kitchen.

I look around at the swirls of black surrounding both Az and I’s torsos. Leaning down, I whisper “Don’t tell him anything,”.

As if they hear me they frantically move up and down as if saying yes.

Taking a deep breath in, we walk into the kitchen. Reluctantly pulling my hand away from his face, I look at him in anticipation of his reaction.

His eyes flutter open, taking in his surroundings, he looks at the picture of the babe in my stomach, then his eyes wonder to the cake. He takes in the words written on the cake.

Turning around he gapes at me.

“We’re having a- you’re not joking right?” he says frantically. Unable to form words I shake my head as a no.

Within seconds, he’s picked me up and he’s twirling me around in the air.

I shriek at first but then it dies down into a soft smile as I see how happy he is. Once he’s put me down on the ground, he kneels and pulls up my shirt.

“Mummy and Daddy love you so much” he kisses my belly.

Halfway through my pregnancy, Azriel forced Rhysand to let him off until the babe was born. He spent every waking moment with me, making sure I was drinking enough water, eating enough food and stuff like that.

The pregnancy made him more protective, he growled at every single male he saw, that looked at me. But seeing the fearsome spymaster, on his knees kissing my belly or holding my belly from behind to relieve me of some of the pain was all worth it.

He had cried the day the babe’s scent finally came. He had promised me that he would be the best father ever. Not that I had any doubt about it.

I stayed at home mostly, to satisfy Azriel and also because no one wants to walk around a lot when you’re so close to your due date.

That’s why I was currently lying on top of Azriel, my back pressed against his chest as he read me one of the books Nesta had given me.

But all I could focus on was his voice. A rich melody filling the room like a sweet song. I shuffled against him.

He took a deep breathe, taking in the scent of the babe. And my pregnancy hormones. The second they hit his senses, he let out a deep growl that went straight down my spine to my heated core.

I carefully twisted around so I could kiss him. His soft lips pressed against mine, sent me into a frenzy. The way his arms grazed up my shorts and down the arms of my sleeveless top.

“Az,” I whine against his mouth, “Don’t be a tease,”.

“I would never dream of it my love,” he says grinning.

My hormones swapped out for a droopy feeling. I yawned against his chest. He chuckled and kissed my head. Going back to reading, he drew mindless circles on my exposed shoulder. And finally for the first time in days the babe had finally let me sleep.

“You and our daughter are my heart, darling” and that’s the last thing.

Cassian had barged into the living room of the couple’s new house. “How’s my favourite sister in la-”.

Azriel tells him to shut up as he motions to the sleeping figure on top of him. “Sorry,” Cassian winces.

Just seconds later Rhysand stomps into the room, “Where’s my sister?” he asks as he looks over at Cassian. “Don’t be too loud you’re going to wake the demon,” he whispers pointing over at Azriel and I. Lifting up my middle finger, I aim it towards Cassian and then mutter out a “Fuck you” loud enough for them to hear.

“Althea doesn’t like you, Rhys” I say, giggling.

“Oh and how would you know that sister dear?” He says with a roll of his eyes.

Just as I’m about to answer, I get interrupted.

“Althea is such a pretty name,” Cassian squeals.

“Yes we know, now get out” Azriel sighs exasperatedly.

They start protesting but I cut them off, “Either get out or bring me some cake,”.

As they walk out Cassian mutters under his breath, “Demon,”

“I heard that!”

a/n hope you liked this anon! dad!az just holds a special place in my heart 🫶🏻

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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keep thinking about the fallout that'll eventually happen in MBFD and I'm just hurting my own feelings

Same, baby. Same.

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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A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to get to you my lovelies! I hope you enjoy <3

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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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