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muiitoloko · 13 days

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Hi, could you write something half smutty half fluffy for David Friedman? we know he's an old grumpy whom has seen too much horror and can't express his feelings for the pretty little thing in his arms whose make him want to be better and she's too shy to try to push his boundaries even if she is touch starving and in need of more demonstration of love (I’m not sure I expressed myself correctly here 🤡)

Title: Birthday Wishes

Summary: David makes a request and it is fulfilled.

Pairing: David Friedman ( Judas Kiss) × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Gun, and hungry for touch.

Author's Notes: Hey there, big thanks for your request! Hope this hits the spot for you, but I gotta admit, I might've taken a detour from David's usual vibe. If I went off track, don't hold back—your feedback helps me fine-tune things!

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David emerges from the bathroom, the steam from his shower still clinging to his skin as he rubs a towel vigorously through his hair. His tired sigh echoes through the quiet of his home, a testament to the long hours he's spent poring over case files and chasing leads in his latest investigation.

But as he moves towards the bedroom, his senses snap to attention at the sound of movement coming from the front door. Instinct kicks in, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he drops the towel, his naked form forgotten in the urgency of the moment.

With purposeful strides, David makes his way to the nightstand, his hand closing around the familiar weight of his gun. The cool metal sends a shiver down his spine, grounding him in the reality of the situation as he prepares to confront whoever dares to intrude upon his sanctuary.

Heart pounding, David leaves the bedroom and strides into the hallway, his back pressing against the wall as he listens intently to the footsteps drawing nearer. The tension in the air is palpable, his senses on high alert as he braces himself for whatever may lie ahead.

As the intruder's movements lead them towards the kitchen, David inches forward cautiously, his gun held at the ready. With a steady hand, he rounds the corner, his voice firm as he commands, "Raise your hands up!"

But his words catch in his throat as he sees you standing there, your eyes wide with fear as you cling to a pot, your scream echoing through the room. The sight of you sends a shockwave of realization through him, his grip on the gun loosening as he takes in the situation.

"Fuck, what are you doing here?" David curses, his voice laced with a mixture of relief and frustration. His heart still racing, his eyes never leaving your trembling form as he tries to make sense of the chaos unfolding around him.

You, visibly shaken by the encounter, take a step back, your hands trembling as you try to process what just happened. "I-I came over to surprise you," you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle to find your words. "I didn't expect you to be home."

David's expression softens as he realizes his mistake, a wave of guilt washing over him at the sight of your distress. With a heavy sigh, he lowers the gun, running a hand through his still damp hair as he looks at you, his detective instincts kicking in as he assesses the situation. He notices how you avoid looking at him, your gaze fixed on the floor as you fidget nervously.

"How did you get in here?" David asks, his voice gruff yet tinged with concern as he tries to piece together the puzzle before him. "And what's all this about a surprise?"

You swallow nervously, mustering up the courage to meet his gaze as you stammer out your explanation. "You... you gave me a spare key," you remind him, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I-I came to give you a little birthday surprise."

David's expression softens at your words, a flicker of realization crossing his features as he remembers the spare key he had given you. He watches as you open the jar in your hand, revealing the array of cupcakes nestled inside.

Ten cupcakes, each decorated with care, a testament to the thought and effort you had put into your surprise for him. David's heart swells with gratitude, touched by your gesture of kindness amidst the chaos of his world.

"I made cupcakes because I know you don't like to eat a lot of sweets," you explain, your voice barely above a whisper as you avoid his gaze. "I... I hoped to surprise you when you got home from work."

David nods, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he realizes the extent of your thoughtfulness. He had forgotten about his birthday in the midst of his hectic schedule, but you had remembered, going out of your way to make him feel special.

As he watches you standing there, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, David can't help but think how pretty you look in that moment, all vulnerable and sincere. "Why aren't you looking at me?" He questions, his tone gentle yet curious as he tries to understand your behavior. "Is something wrong?"

You stutter out a response, reminding him of his state of undress, and David finally notices his nudity. He curses under his breath, embarrassment flooding his features as he quickly covers himself with his hands.

"Shit, sorry," David apologizes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he turns away, making a beeline for the bedroom. "I'll... I'll get dressed and be right back."

You nod silently, your cheeks still flushed as you avoid looking at him. As David disappears into the bedroom, you let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through you at the realization that you're safe and sound.

But even as you wait for David to return, you can't shake the image of him standing there, vulnerable and exposed, etched into your mind. It's a moment you know you'll never forget, a glimpse into the depths of his humanity amidst the chaos of his life as a detective.

As David disappears into the bedroom to get dressed, you find yourself blushing even more intensely as lewd images flash through your mind. The thought of David kissing you, caressing you, making love to you sends a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness coursing through your veins. Despite being in a relationship for six months, the two of you hadn't taken that intimate step yet.

You've always been incredibly shy, especially when it comes to matters of intimacy. David, being older and seemingly more enigmatic, added to your hesitance. His baritone voice, tall frame, thin build, and hooked nose only added to his allure, but also intimidated you. In the early days of your relationship, he was moody and rarely opened up, leaving you wondering if he was even interested in you romantically.

David's lack of romantic gestures and his seemingly constant busyness further fueled your insecurities. You hungered for his touch, yearned for more intimacy, but couldn't muster the courage to initiate it yourself. It left you questioning if he was gay, too shy, or simply not as invested in the relationship as you were.

As David returns from the bedroom, now dressed in comfortable clothes, his brow furrows in confusion at the sight of you fussing with the cupcakes and lighting a candle. His deep voice breaks the silence, questioning your actions.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his tone a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

You glance up nervously, holding out the cupcake with the flickering candle. "I... I wanted to do something nice for you," you admit shyly, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

David hesitates, clearly taken aback by your gesture. He tries to protest, insisting that it's not necessary, that he's too old for birthday celebrations. Disappointment clouds your expression as you mumble that everything is fine, your disappointment palpable in the air.

Seeing the crestfallen look on your face, David sighs, realizing he's upset you. He pulls out a chair from the counter and sits down heavily, reaching for the cupcake you had offered him. Pretending to be in a bad mood, he grumbles under his breath.

"Fine, I'll play along," he mutters, his lips twitching in a half-hearted attempt at a frown.

You watch him with a mixture of surprise and amusement as he reluctantly takes the cupcake, his expression betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath his gruff exterior. With a small smile, you push the other cupcakes closer to him, silently urging him to join in the celebration.

David hesitates for a moment as he questions what kind of request he should make, his brow furrowing in thought. You can't help but smile at his uncertainty, finding his hesitation endearing.

"You could ask for anything," you say softly, a playful glint in your eyes. "But remember, if you tell, the wish won't come true."

David nods, considering your words carefully. After a moment of contemplation, he leans forward and blows out the candles with a decisive breath. You can't help but clap your hands in excitement, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. David's lips twitch into a smile at the gesture, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

As you pull away, curiosity getting the better of you, you ask, "So, what did you wish for?"

David chuckles softly, a hint of mischief in his gaze. "You know I can't tell you," he replies, his voice low and teasing. "You made the rule yourself."

You can't help but smile back at him, the playful banter easing the tension between you. With a nod, David reaches for his cupcake, removing the candle and tossing it aside before taking a bite. Despite his usual aversion to sweets, he seems to enjoy the cupcake, a satisfied hum escaping his lips.

Standing up from the table, David gestures towards the living room. "Come on," he says, his voice warm and inviting, "let's eat these cupcakes while we watch some TV."

You agree eagerly, gathering up the cupcakes and following David to the couch. As he searches for the TV remote, you take a seat, tucking your legs beneath you nervously.

Watching David move about the room, his tall frame towering over you, you can't help but feel a rush of affection for him. Despite his gruff exterior and intimidating demeanor, there's a kindness and warmth to him that draws you in, making you feel safe and cared for.

As David settles onto the couch beside you, you lean against him, reveling in the warmth of his presence. With a contented sigh, you reach for a cupcake, savoring the sweetness of the moment as you lose yourself in the comfort of his embrace.

He browses through the TV shows, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to find something interesting. You settle closer to his side, craving his touch as you always do, but beyond wrapping an arm around your shoulders, David does nothing, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, almost as if he's avoiding looking at you.

You try not to be disappointed, focusing on the TV, but the warmth of David's body beside you is a constant reminder of what you crave. Meanwhile, David tries to control himself, mentally cursing himself and trying not to appear like an old pervert when he desperately wants to touch you. Your closeness does things to him, and he can't help but imagine what it would be like to feel your soft skin against his.

He's acutely aware of your presence, the way you snuggle against his chest, the way your skirt shows off your beautiful legs. He imagines placing a hand on your thigh, slowly raising his fingers until they touch your... damn! Get a grip, Friedman!

With an excuse about getting a beer from the freezer, David gets up, leaving you momentarily alone on the couch. He asks if you want one, and you decline, feeling a pang of disappointment as he walks away.

In the kitchen, David takes a deep breath, trying to clear his head before grabbing a beer from the freezer. He returns deliberately, choosing to sit in the armchair across from you, leaving you alone on the couch. The distance between you feels like a chasm, and you can't help but wonder what went wrong.

David settles into the armchair, his eyes fixed on the TV screen as he watches the intense fight taking place. He swears lightly under his breath, clearly invested in the action unfolding before him. But his concentration is broken as you interrupt him, your voice hesitant as you ask if the two of you could talk.

He turns his attention to you, his gaze softening as he nods, encouraging you to continue. You hesitate for a moment, playing with the fabric of your skirt nervously, drawing David's wandering eyes to your legs again. He quickly averts his gaze, taking a sip of his drink to compose himself.

You finally summon the courage to broach a question that has been haunting your mind for a while. "David," you begin tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper, "are you... gay?"

David almost chokes on his beer at your question, his eyes widening in disbelief as he sets the bottle aside on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "What?" he questions, his voice laced with incredulity. "Where did that come from?"

Blushing furiously, you try to explain yourself, stammering over your words as you assure him that it's okay if he is, that you wouldn't judge him for it. But you need to know if he's using you for some kind of facade or something.

David frowns, shaking his head adamantly. "No, I'm not gay," he insists, his tone firm as he tries to understand the source of your sudden insecurity. "Where did you get all this?"

Your embarrassment intensifies, causing you to tighten the hem of your skirt even more, your fingers turning white as you avoid looking David in the eyes. The silence hangs heavy between you, the weight of your insecurity pressing down on your chest as you question if he thinks you're ugly, that's why he doesn't see you, why he doesn't touch you.

David notices your distress, his heart aching at the sight of your vulnerability. He gets up from his armchair and comes to sit next to you, taking your hands in his as he gently urges you to stop being so hard on yourself.

"Hey, hey," he murmurs softly, his baritone voice soothing as he holds your gaze, "you're beautiful, even stunning. Fuck, I wonder every day what you see in me."

You look at him then, your eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. But all you see is sincerity, a warmth in his eyes that melts away your doubts.

"Why don't you touch me then?" you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you voice the question that has been plaguing your mind.

David's expression softens even further, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your cheek as he leans in closer. "Oh baby," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "I was waiting for you to ask, waiting for your permission."

You can feel your heart racing in your chest, anticipation coursing through your veins as David's words wash over you. He continues, his voice a seductive whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

"I didn't want to seem like an old pervert to you," he admits, his thumb caressing your lower lip, "you have no idea how much I've had to control myself, how many nights I've spent thinking about you, imagining you in bed with me."

Your breath catches in your throat at his confession, desire pooling low in your belly as you realize the depth of his longing. David leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours as he whispers the words you've been yearning to hear.

"You have no idea how many times I've fucked my own fist thinking about you," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he closes the gap between you, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

As you kiss him back, the intensity of David's embrace catches you off guard. His lips move against yours with a fervor you've never experienced before, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed. The realization that he had been holding back all this time, not rejecting you but simply waiting for your permission, floods you with relief.

Feeling one of his hands on your knee while the other tangles in your hair, you become acutely aware of the longing in his touch. It's as if he's still waiting, still yearning for your consent to explore the depths of your desire.

Breaking away from the kiss, you find yourself unable to contain the urgency burning within you any longer. "Please, David," you whisper, your voice filled with desperation, "touch me."

David's breath hitches at your plea, his eyes darkening with desire as he seeks confirmation. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice low and husky, a hint of disbelief mingling with raw desire.

You nod eagerly, your heart pounding in your chest as you give him the permission he's been waiting for. "Yes, David," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, "please, touch me.

With a fervent curse, David's demeanor shifts, his restraint melting away as he surrenders to the primal need coursing through his veins. "Fuck, yes!" he growls, his voice filled with a raw hunger that sends shivers down your spine.

In an instant, David transforms from a man who seemed reluctant to touch you into a dominant force of desire. He pulls your head back, exposing your neck to him as he trails hot kisses along your skin, his lips leaving a searing trail of sensation in their wake.

As one of his hands moves up your thigh, slipping under your skirt, you can't help but moan at the sensation of his touch. You lean back against the couch, surrendering yourself to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

David's touch is electrifying, his fingers deftly exploring every inch of your skin with a reverence that leaves you breathless. As he straddles you, his weight pressing you into the cushions, he releases your hair and cups your breast through the fabric of your blouse and bra.

The sensation of his touch sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you, igniting a firestorm of desire that threatens to consume you both. With a primal need driving you forward, you arch into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating pleasure only he can provide.

David pulls away, his gaze locking with yours as he hovers above you on the couch. The air crackles with tension, desire smoldering in his dark eyes as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. It's a scene straight out of his wildest fantasies, and now, he realizes, he has the chance to make those dreams a reality.

A smirk tugs at the corners of David's lips as he revels in the power he holds over you. But despite the fire burning within him, he knows he must tread carefully, ensuring that every step he takes is with your explicit consent.

With a gentle yet firm hand, David reaches out, cupping the side of your face as he holds your gaze with his own. His touch is electric, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your body as you meet his intense gaze.

In that moment, David makes his intentions crystal clear, his voice low and husky as he articulates the primal desire burning within him. "I want to fuck you tonight," he murmurs, his words dripping with raw desire as he waits for your response.

You nod eagerly, your cheeks flushed with arousal as you cling to his t-shirt, your desire mirroring his own. But David wants more than just a nod, he wants to hear you say it, to give him the verbal confirmation he craves.

"Tell me you want it," he demands, his voice a seductive whisper as he presses closer, his breath mingling with yours. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Your response is immediate, a breathless affirmation that sends a thrill of excitement coursing through David's veins. Satisfied, he releases his hold on you, rising from the couch with a sense of purpose as he helps you to your feet.

With a silent understanding passing between you, David leads you to his bedroom, his hand warm and reassuring against the small of your back. The anticipation mounts with each step, desire simmering beneath the surface as you follow him into the intimate sanctuary of his bedroom.

As you enter David's bedroom, your heart races with anticipation, your cheeks flushed with desire as you follow him into the intimate space. David's presence fills the room, his tall frame towering over you as he turns to face you, his dark eyes smoldering with raw desire.

Without a word, David closes the distance between you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek as he leans in close. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, anticipation coiling tightly in the pit of your stomach as you meet his intense gaze.

"You look so beautiful," David murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. "I've been wanting this for so long."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, desire pooling low in your belly as you lean into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating pleasure only he can provide. With a primal need driving you forward, you reach up, tangling your fingers in his hair as you pull him closer, craving the taste of his lips against your own.

David's lips meet yours in a searing kiss, passion igniting between you as you lose yourself in the intensity of the moment. His hands roam freely over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that leaves you breathless.

With practiced ease, David begins to undress you, his touch setting your skin ablaze with sensation as he strips away the layers between you. As the last barrier falls away, you stand before him, completely exposed and utterly vulnerable. But instead of feeling self-conscious, you feel empowered, desire burning brightly in your eyes as you meet David's gaze with unwavering determination.

Without a word, David takes your hand, leading you to the bed with a sense of purpose as he guides you down onto the soft mattress. The cool sheets provide a stark contrast to the heat coursing through your veins, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine as you wait for David to join you.

As David takes off his shirt, his gaze never leaves you, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you blush under his intense scrutiny. You feel a wave of shyness wash over you, unsure of what to do as you lay there, naked on his bed. But instead of feeling self-conscious, you feel a rush of excitement at the thought of being desired by him.

David has always been fascinated by your shyness, finding it endearing how easily you blush in his presence. With a soft smile, he asks if you've ever touched yourself thinking about him, his voice low and husky as he waits for your response.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond to his bold question. But under his unwavering gaze, you find yourself nodding shyly, your cheeks flushing even more intensely as you confess the truth.

David's lips quirk into a small smirk at your admission, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features as he watches your reaction. Without a word, he kicks his sweatpants aside, leaving him only in his underwear as he sits down on a nearby chair, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Show me," David orders, his voice laced with authority as he watches you expectantly.

As you hesitate once again, unsure of how to proceed, David gently guides you, his voice soft and reassuring as he suggests that you could close your eyes if it's easier for you. With a nod, you obey, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you shut out the world around you, focusing solely on the sound of David's voice.

"Good girl," David praises, his tone filled with approval as he watches you with unwavering attention. "Now, open your legs for me."

You hesitate again for a moment, the intensity of his command sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. But with a deep breath, you obey, parting your legs slightly as you lay there, exposed and vulnerable under his watchful gaze.

"That's it," David murmurs, his voice low and husky as he takes in the sight before him. "Now, use your fingers, but go slowly. I want to appreciate every moment."

With a tentative nod, you reach down, your fingers trembling slightly as you trace delicate patterns over your skin. You try to imagine that you're alone in your bedroom, late at night, thinking about David, and the thought fills you with a sense of confidence.

As you begin to touch yourself, David's praise rings out, spurring you on as you become more confident in your movements. His words of encouragement fill you with a sense of empowerment, igniting a fire within you that drives you to explore your desires without reservation.

But as you open your eyes to steal a glance at him, you see David sitting naked on the chair, his erection in his hand as he watches you intently. The sight sends a thrill of excitement coursing through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you feel a surge of desire wash over you.

Your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you admit that you want his touch, not your own. The admission hangs heavy in the air between you, desire crackling between you as you meet David's intense gaze.

For a moment, David is stunned into silence, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the full weight of your confession. But then, without warning, he's on his feet, his movements swift and purposeful as he crosses the room to join you on the bed.

As you lay there, anticipation coursing through your veins, you expect David to come directly to you, his desire evident in every move. But instead, he surprises you by heading to the dresser next to the bed, his movements deliberate as he opens the drawer.

Your heart skips a beat as you catch a glimpse of the gun inside, a stark reminder of the dangerous world David inhabits as a detective. But he pays it no mind, his focus unwavering as he rummages through the contents of the drawer, searching for something specific.

With a sense of relief, you watch as David finds what he's looking for, a sealed box of condoms hidden amongst the clutter. He tears the wrapper with his teeth, his movements swift and purposeful as he rolls the condom onto himself.

Finally, David turns to you, his eyes dark with desire as he crosses the room to join you on the bed. He doesn't waste any time, laying down next to you and turning you towards him, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss.

As you lose yourself in the heat of the moment, David rests his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. With a husky voice, he questions if you've ever been fucked from the side, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

You shake your head in response, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you admit your inexperience. But David only smirks in response, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"Well, you're in for a treat," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he trails kisses along your jawline. "I'll make sure you never forget it."

As David whispers his promise, a thrill of anticipation courses through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you eagerly await his instructions. With a gentle yet firm touch, he turns you onto your side, his chest pressing against your back as he pulls you close.

You feel a surge of excitement as David lifts one of your legs, positioning it just so as he settles in behind you. His arousal presses against your back, a tantalizing reminder of the pleasure to come as he guides himself to your entrance.

With a husky groan, David sinks into you, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You gasp at the feeling of him filling you completely, his heat and hardness stretching you in all the right ways.

"Fuck," David curses under his breath, his voice thick with desire as he begins to move inside you. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you as you cling to him, lost in the intensity of the moment.

As David fucks you from the side, you feel a sense of vulnerability and intimacy unlike anything you've ever experienced before. His chest presses against your back, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers filthy promises and encouragement.

"You feel so fucking good," David growls, his voice sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. "So tight and wet for me, baby. I could fuck you like this all night."

You moan in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumes you completely. Every thrust sends you spiraling closer to the edge, your body trembling with need as David takes you to new heights of ecstasy.

As David's thrusts grow more urgent, his baritone voice fills the room with a mixture of desire and command. "You like that, baby?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear as he nips at your skin. "You like feeling me deep inside you, stretching you open?"

You can only manage to nod in response, your body consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of his touch. David's hands roam freely over your skin, his touch setting you ablaze with sensation as he explores every inch of your body with a reverence that leaves you breathless.

"Tell me what you want," David demands, his voice low and husky as he urges you to vocalize your desires. "Tell me how you want it."

But your shyness gets the best of you, leaving you unable to voice your deepest desires. Sensing your hesitation, David's lips quirk into a small smirk as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers dirty promises and encouragement.

"I'm going to make you come so hard," he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire as he trails kisses along your jawline. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore, until you're begging me to stop."

His words send a thrill of excitement coursing through you, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you both. With each thrust, David pushes you closer to the edge, his movements becoming more urgent as he drives you both towards the brink of ecstasy.

As your pleasure mounts, you feel a surge of confidence wash over you, emboldening you to vocalize your desires. "Harder," you moan, your voice barely above a whisper as you cling to him, lost in the intensity of the moment. "Fuck me harder, David. I want to feel you deep inside me."

David's smirk widens at your words, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features as he picks up the pace, his thrusts growing more powerful with each passing moment. "You asked for it, baby," he growls, his voice thick with desire as he gives you exactly what you crave.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your moans of pleasure as David takes you to new heights of ecstasy. With each thrust, you feel yourself teetering on the edge, the promise of release tantalizingly close as you surrender yourself to the overwhelming pleasure of the moment.

As your climax approaches, David's movements become more frantic, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he drives you both towards the brink of ecstasy. And then, with a primal roar, you shatter into a million pieces, pleasure washing over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy as you come undone in his arms.

But David isn't far behind, his own release crashing over him like a tidal wave as he spills himself inside the condom, his body trembling with the force of his release. He releases your leg, allowing it to fall back onto the bed as he lies on his back, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Turning towards him, you snuggle into his chest, seeking solace in his warmth and comfort. David responds by pulling you close, wrapping an arm around you as you both catch your breath together in the aftermath of your passionate encounter.

In the silence that follows, David hides his eyes in the crook of his arm, trying to contain the smile that threatens to spread across his face. Despite his efforts, he can't suppress the feeling of contentment that washes over him, leaving him feeling light and carefree.

Eventually, David lifts his head to gaze down at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of your thoughts. "Did you like it?" he questions softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he waits for your response.

But when there's no reply from you, David lifts his head further, only to discover that you've fallen asleep on his chest. A fond smile tugs at his lips as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, feeling a surge of affection for you as you sleep soundly in his arms.

Careful not to disturb you, David slowly extricates himself from your embrace, slipping out of bed with practiced ease. He removes the condom, tying it off before disposing of it in the bathroom, washing his hands with a sense of satisfaction.

As he looks at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, a small smile plays at the corners of his lips. Maybe, he thinks to himself, he should make more birthday wishes when he blows out a candle, if wishes are going to come true as quickly as this one did.

After disposing of the condom and washing up, David exits the bathroom with a small smile still lingering on his lips. He pads quietly into the living room, the glow of the TV casting a soft light across the room. With a flick of his wrist, he switches it off, plunging the space into darkness save for the dim glow of a nearby lamp.

Turning his attention to the coffee table, David spots a lone cupcake sitting there. He chuckles softly to himself, realizing that it must have been a leftover from the celebration earlier in the evening. Without hesitation, he reaches out and plucks it from the table, savoring the sweetness of the treat as he takes a bite.

As he chews thoughtfully, David's mind wanders back to the events of the evening, a sense of contentment washing over him. He can't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events, for the passionate encounter he shared with you just moments ago.

With a soft sigh of satisfaction, David wishes himself a happy birthday under his breath, the words carrying a sense of warmth and fondness. "Happy Birthday, Friedman," he murmurs, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he finishes off the cupcake.

Setting the empty wrapper aside, David makes his way back to the bedroom, his heart swelling with affection as he watches you sleep soundly in his bed. With careful movements, he slips under the covers beside you, his tall frame enveloping you in a comforting embrace.

As he settles in beside you, David's thoughts drift to the future, to the possibilities that lay ahead for both of you. But for now, in this moment, all he wants is to savor the feeling of your warmth against his, to bask in the contentment that fills the air around you.

With a soft kiss pressed to your forehead, David whispers one final wish into the darkness of the room. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he wraps an arm around you, holding you close as sleep claims him once more.

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