#dave york did nothing wrong

[baronessvonglitter]

Baby Daddy

best friend's husband!Dave York x married and fertile! f!Reader | wc: 1.5K

Summary: you and your husband have been trying for a baby, with no success. Then his good friend Dave offers assistance.

(AKA you're on some hormones that make you super horny and Dave pretty much takes advantage of that)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, slight D/S tones, forced pregnancy (though reader is already trying for a baby), infidelity (Dave and reader), slight sex pollen, reader is late 30s/early 40s but feel free to use your imagination, unprotected piv sex, pregnancy kink, creampie, use of hormones to get pregnant, some talk of infertility

Author's Note: I wrote this for those of us of a certain age who are not often represented in fanfics but as stated above please do use your imagination, there's no gatekeeping here ❤️ Naturally I wrote this while I was ovulating and suuupppeerr feral. I don't want to have any more kids but if Dave was insistent upon it I might just let him 🫢

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You and your husband's Saturday nights are usually spent with Carol and Dave, your friend from high school and your husband's friend from work, respectively. Mostly you have dinner at your house or theirs, followed with wine and a movie after. Tonight's not any different, except Carol looks at you funny when you politely refuse a glass of pinot grigio.

"Might as well tell them, honey," you husband Jim is all smiles as he addresses the table. "We're trying for a baby," he announces proudly.

You smile but it's masking your discomposure. "Honey I thought we were going to wait until I'm actually pregnant to tell everyone," you say under your breath.

Carol's face is illuminated with joy as she reaches over the dinner table to grab your hand. "That is such wonderful news! Isn't that such good news, babe?" she asks Dave.

Dave eyes both you and your husband, and there’s a mysterious little smile that curves across his lips. “That is great news.”

Jim continues, “She’s on trial pharmaceutical hormones right now, so hopefully it’ll work for us and we’ll be parents soon,” he says excitedly. You manage to be more reserved about it, though your heart rate does speed up when you notice Dave’s eyes on you longer than usual.

After dinner you offer to help tidy up while Jim and Carol start the movie. Really it’s just an excuse to be by yourself for a moment, but then Dave joins you, pouring himself a glass of scotch.

“Are you excited about trying for a baby?” he asks so casually.

In the years you’ve known him, he’s never spoken to you about personal things very often. “Yeah, I am,” you smile at him from the sink.

“How long have you and Jim been.. trying?”

It’s possible this is a normal question coming from a curious friend, but there’s always been something about Dave that gives off the impression that he’s anything but.

“Almost a year,” you answer.

“That’s a long time. Do you try pretty frequently?”

You make a sound of surprise, turning to fully face him. “That’s inappropriate.”

He puts his hands up. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He approaches you slowly. “I just meant it must be frustrating, putting in all that hard, fun work only to have your hopes dashed when you see blood the very next month.”

You’re rooted to the spot, knowing you should turn to leave and join the others, but it’s also intriguing, the way he speaks to you. “The new hormones are going to be a tremendous help,” you manage to say.

“Hmm. I bet you’re feeling all kinds of new things with these hormones.. even earlier at dinner I could tell.. you’ve got this unmistakable scent coming off you.. you’re probably ripe for someone to put a baby in you right now.” He towers over you, eyes roving your body in its feminine floral dress before his hands follow suit, gently tracing the outline of your curves. “You’d look so hot pregnant.. your hips getting wider, breasts getting bigger.. and it all starts with this.,” his hand sneaks under your skirt, skims along your inner thigh and finds your heat, evident through your cotton panties. “If your husband isn’t doing the job, why don’t I step in?”

“Dave,” you whisper, “Carol’s my best friend. I can’t..” but it feels too good and damn it he’s right: the hormones have given your libido a big boost. You take his hand and guide his fingers into your slick center. You both gasp quietly as he starts to stroke you with two fingers, then three when he sees you can take it. His lips trace delicately over your neck, just above your pulse point. Jesus, if his fingers fill you up this good, just imagine what he can do with that cock. “Fuck me,” you whisper.

“Are you sure?” His eyes are dark but there’s a kind of mirth there.

“Shut up Dave, just take me home.”

After making your excuse to Carol and Jim that you’re feeling unwell, Dave “offers” to walk you home, which is how you end up across the street, upstairs in the room you share with your husband. He’s relentless as he kisses you with soft mouth and playful tongue. You fumble together towards the bed, working in tandem to get each other's clothes off as quickly as possible. There's urgency in everything you do, even your breathing is heavy and erratic. Your dress goes over your head; you pull off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. Layers are pulled away until skin meets skin and at last he pulls your panties off, smirking to find them absolutely soaked. You lean over the bed, looking over your shoulder at him.

"Is this how Jim usually likes it?" Dave asks, running his hand admiringly over the curve of your ass.

You blush at the sudden random evaluation of your married sex life. "Well.. yes.."

Dave shakes his head, a little smile forming on his lips as he turns you around and lays you across the bed. "I want to see the look on your face when you cum." With that, he slides into you, relishing your expression as he fills you completely. Your legs wrap around his hips and your arms wrap around his neck, all while your bodies move in perfect harmony. "He doesn't fuck you very often, does he?" Dave whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine. "I can tell, the way your pussy is gripping me so tight, like you haven't been fucked in weeks.."

You start a smart comeback but it's impossible to think when he's moving against you like he's fucked you hundreds of times before. Jesus, no wonder Carol's always happy. Her husband's well-endowed and knows how to use it.

The sounds of your combined moans becomes rhythmic, Dave's body strong and powerful yet gentle with you. The bedsprings creak beneath your weight, skin smacks on skin, hands grab everywhere they can, lips meet heated flesh, words of lust become sighs and half-uttered phrases. When you come you clench around him, fingernails digging into his skin as a great wave of pleasure and relief flows through you and you cry out. Dave's eyes are on you, barely registering the slight pain of your nails in his back, feeling how you milk him with your greedy little pussy, and his body tenses against yours, his movements become faster and faster as he fucks you during your orgasm. You barely have time to come down before he starts you up again. You moan "Yes!" over and over, hips meeting every one of his frenzied thrusts. Dave looks smug and self-righteous watching you come for the second time. It's not until you feel him swell and pulse inside you that you panic. "Dave, don't!..." but it's too late. You feel several warm bursts when he presses deep against you. To your shock your body reacts eagerly, milking his cock for every drop he has to give. All this happens with your gaze locked on one another's, and as you pale with the realization of what you've just done, Dave only smirks and pushes forward one more time.

You gasp. "Dave, you weren't supposed to-"

"Quiet now. Lay still and keep your hips elevated. Wouldn't want all my hard work to go to waste." He disengages from you, taking a moment to watch his seed spilling out of you and he gently presses it back in. "Not a drop," he says, and gets up to get dressed.

Still in shock, you do as he says, body still reeling from the aftermath of the intense fucking he's just given you. "Don't.. don't tell Jim about this. Or Carol." A massive wave of guilt washes over you knowing you've been unfaithful to your husband and to your oldest, best friend.

"I won't say a word," Dave promises. "I have no doubt Carol would hate you forever and Jim.. well, Jim would be heartbroken. He's not exactly a fighter," he smirks. "And I'll tell you something else." He sits next to you on the bed, admiring the messy state of your hair, your flushed skin. "Jim's a good guy and a good friend. He deserves better than a wife who betrays him like this."

Anger replaces your trepidation and you push him away. "You're an asshole. Get out!"

He looks amused by all this, rather than shamed or defeated as a normal person would. "I'll be seeing you around, sweetheart. We're friends with each other's spouses. It's inevitable." He leans towards you and brushes his thumb against your cheek. "If this time doesn't take - which I doubt it won't - I'm happy to help out again."

Twelve weeks later Jim makes the happy announcement that you're expecting, after having tried for so long you've finally received a miracle. You manage to look contented and cheerful as your friends and family gather to celebrate the amazing news. Carol dotes over you, making sure you don't strain yourself for the baby's sake. You meet eyes with Dave, who's across the room watching you, a brazen little smirk on his face. He lifts his brow as if to ask the question you know he wants to ask, and all you can do is give a little nod.

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[baronessvonglitter]

Ah, this integral moment.. from Good Dad to Big Bad

[ladamedusoif]

I go to York, you better expect ridiculousness.

[baronessvonglitter]

if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 2 | "rainy day"

Dave York x f!reader

Word count: 1,638

Summary: you're put in a sticky situation when you try on Carol's wedding ring

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, brief sexual fantasy, apart from that this chapter is about longing

Series Masterlist

You've just dropped off the girls at school and, seeing that Dave is still home (a rare occasion this late in the day) you're secretly overjoyed and make an excuse to stay near him. Carol's car is not in the driveway, so you figure she must be at a salon appointment.

"I'm going to make some more coffee. Care for a cup, Mr. York?" you casually ask, watching him at the kitchen table.

He chuckles softly and looks up at you. The look on his face is slightly amused. "Sure." His deep voice sends a tiny tremor to your heart. "I'm always up for a cup of coffee."

You notice he looks less tired today and you want to ask what's on his mind, but as he's kept his dealings with you polite and professional, you aren't sure what to say. "Happy anniversary," you tell him, realizing you forgot to say it to Carol earlier. "Looking forward to dinner tonight?"

Knowing just how he likes his coffee, you prepare it just so and fix yourself a cup as well. Joining him at the table you sneak glances at him over your coffee cup - something you'd never dare to do in front of his wife. But she's not here.

You realize he hasn't answered you, likely hasn't even heard you. "Is something wrong?" you ask.

"Hm?" He looks at you, his concentration broken and for a moment you adore the lost puppy dog look in his eyes. "Sorry, my mind was elsewhere. Everything's fine, I'm just a little tired still. Late flight.. you know." He smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

You simply nod and the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. A torrent of rain falls from the sky and you both watch the downpour through the windows. "Looks like Mother Nature wants us to have a cozy day inside," he says jokingly, and your heart jumps to imagine what a day like that would be with him. Cuddling, kissing, fucking on the couch while an old black and white movie plays on the TV in the background.

"It'd be nice to get under the covers, read a little until I fall asleep," you say when you realize he's watching you. "Do you have to go to work today?" He was still in his pajamas: a white t-shirt and blue plaid wool pants.

"Unfortunately yes. I've got a big meeting today." He looks you over as he sips his coffee, licks the droplets from his lips. "What are you going to do with yourself all day?"

"Well, no cozy day for me either. I have to pick up the dry cleaning then make brownies for the girls' bake sale at school. And as usual, I'll be daydreaming about you.

He nods. "Well," he stands to stretch. "I'm going to go upstairs and shower."

"Of course. Don't let me keep you." Blushing a little you get up to do some dishes. By the time you're drying them, Dave comes back down, freshly showered and dressed for work. He smiles as he approaches you at the counter and helps you, and you get a little flustered at his presence, the nearness of him. "Please, you don't have to help. You're already dressed up." And boy does he look good. Black suit, crisp white shirt, and the tie that you gave him for a Father's Day present this past summer, red with silver stripes. Plus his American flag pin. In your sweater and yoga pants you feel unsophisticated. Young. Below his league.

And of course because you're flustered your clumsiness rears its head and you accidentally drop a plate on the floor and it shatters. "Oh my god! Sorry! I'll clean it up!" You race to get the broom and dustpan to tidy the floor. Dave helps you, assuring you it's fine, and when your fingers accidentally touch it's like a little shock of electricity. Your gazes meet, but you sense too much in this brief moment, and you glance at his hands, the band of gold that gleams upon his finger. "I almost forgot, I'm picking up Carol's wedding ring from the jeweler's today," you say as you sweep up the plate shards. "She's going to love the inscription you added for your anniversary." Your face is hot, as if Dave can see through your babbling. You reprimand yourself for talking too much during your nice little moment.

"Yeah, she's going to love it all right," he says faintly, as if deep in thought.

"Any woman would love that." You stand to put the broken pieces in the trash. Inwardly you berate yourself for your timidity, for perpetuating a crush that will go nowhere, and for thinking that it even could. Dave says something but you don't catch it. And when you turn around he's gone.

That afternoon Alice and Molly help you with the baking then do their homework upstairs. Alone, you eye Carol's wedding ring in its box. You read the inscription on the back: 'Two are better than one'. Just out of curiosity you try it on your own finger, imagining that Dave has selected it for you, bought it for you, offered a life of love with this gorgeous diamond. You imagine yourself saying yes, hugging him, kissing him, telling all your friends and family.. it's a silly fantasy, but it makes you smile.

Then it gets stuck on your finger.

Carol must have the most delicate hands in all the world, because out of everything you try, nothing works. Ice, water, Vaseline: all useless. It's the worst thing that could happen, and on the worst timing. You feel like an idiotic character in a sitcom. You're still trying to force it off when Dave comes home. He sees the distress in your face. "What's wrong?"

"I did something stupid." You lift your hand and show him his wife's ring on your finger. "I just wanted to try it on, and now it's stuck. I can't let her come home and see me like this.."

He tries to help you remove it without hurting you, but it proves fruitless. "All right. Well, if it's stuck on your finger it's going to have to stay for a moment." He looks amused by the situation. "I guess you're going to be wearing it for now."

Your eyes widen and you glance at your watch. "She'll be home soon.. and you have your anniversary dinner tonight.." you feel a sense of hopelessness and you wish you hadn't been so curious about something that isn't yours. "I'll make it come off, I promise. It's my fault for putting it on in the first place."

Dave smiles warmly. "Hey, don't be too hard on yourself. It was an innocent mistake."

"Maybe we could keep this little incident just between us?"

"It'll be our little secret. I promise."

You hear Carol's car in the driveway. "Maybe you could distract her for a little bit? I think I know one more thing to try to get this off.."

In the kitchen you try a last minute remedy while also listening for Carol. You hear the front door open, and she says, "Aren't you going to welcome me home, Dave?"

With a rush of adrenaline you finally free the ring from your finger, put it back in its velvet box, and stuff it in your pocket. "Hi Carol! Please, let me get those grocery bags for you! I'm sure you want to start getting ready for your big date tonight," you say in a singsong voice. When she's not looking you hand Dave the box with the ring inside as you carry the bags to the kitchen.

You're shaking as you put the groceries away, but you're much calmer than before. You worry that Carol can suddenly read minds and that she'll know what you were doing with her wedding ring on.

"Dave and I are staying at a hotel after dinner tonight," Carol informs you. "We won't be back until the morning."

There's a little stab of jealousy in your heart, but it's not the first time you've ever felt it while working here. You hide your feelings with a smile and get to work on dinner for the girls. As Carol goes upstairs to get ready she leaves you and Dave alone in the kitchen. The air is rife with simmering tension, both of you curious about the other, yet maintaining a safe distance. Carol and the girls come down, the little ones ready to eat and the lady of the house dressed elegantly, leaving a cloud of Versace perfume in her wake. "We should head out now." She gives Dave a little peck on the cheek, causing both you and him to blush.

You think they've left, and you don't hear the door reopen. Dave comes back, looking a little shy, which is unusual for him. "I just.. wanted you to know how much you've meant to me since you started working here," he says, out of earshot of the girls. "You're more important to me than you think. You really help around the house and you watch over the kids. I'm glad you're here.. I'm very lucky to have you with us."

You've known Dave for several months, and he's not one to talk in circles. You have a feeling he's not saying something. "I'm the lucky one," you quietly reply.

Dave shakes his head. "You're really something, you know that?" His smile lights up his face.

You could stay here and flirt with him all night, but even though Carol's too much of a lady to honk the car horn while waiting for him, you let him know it's time to go. "Bye now. Happy anniversary, Mr. York."

He nods, winks at you, and leaves.

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rush – jschlatt

pairing: jschlatt x (fem)reader  summary: your mom married a random guy, making you two move to a new state. you meet your new step-brother who immediately gets on your nerves. when the feeling of lust and want gets too much for you, how far are you willing to go? (my fault: london/culpa mía AU) genre: smut, fluff (?) warning: cursing, step-bro smut, 18+ not edited!

You stay silent, looking out the window, as it was just you and your mom sitting in the car. She was trying to make small talk, but you couldn’t hear any of it over the sound of feeling like your life was ending.

It was, actually. Your mom got hitched with some random guy in New York, and suddenly, you’re dragged into moving out of your home just to be one big family. 

Yeah fucking right.

You were pissed. Florida has been your home since you were born. 

“And you’ll find new friends and maybe a new boyfrie-”

“Oh, fuck you, Mom.” You yell at her, “I love Dave, you know that. You made me leave him behind!”

“I know, sweetie, and I’m sorry, but you’re young and have so much tim-”

“Whatever.” She sighs next to you, knowing your stubborn nature.

“He has a son, Jonathan.”

“Stupid ass name.” 

Your mom tsks at your comment, “He is lovely. You’ll get along.”

“Wake me up when we’re there.”

She didn’t wake you up.

Your mom’s rustic, old car pulls up to the most beautiful house, scratch that, mansion. 

“Since when did New York have big ass houses?”

“We’re in the suburbs, honey. The Hamptons, of all places.”

You whistle in admiration at the large house, knowing this was now your new home. You both get out of the car. 

Michael, your new step-father, was on the steps with his staff. “Welcome!” He goes to kiss your mom on the cheek, and you stand by awkwardly. “Hey!” He says your name warmly, “it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.” You try to smile, but it ends up looking like a grimace. 

You and your mom get settled in; you go to check out your room alone, wanting to give the couple some privacy. The room was huge: a queen sized bed in the middle, a desk with a vanity nearby, and the walk-in closet with beautiful, expensive clothes with tags still on them. Your mom lucked out. “Jesus,” you whisper to yourself, “it’s like we’re in a new dimension.”

You text Dave, wanting to show him the new house, but he responded saying he was busy. Getting bored of just sitting at your bed, you walk down to the kitchen to get a drink. Opening the large fridge door, you look at your choices. To your disappointment, nothing catches your eye.

“What, rich bitches don’t drink fucking Coke?” You roll your eyes, closing the refrigerator. You jump at the tall, big man standing right there next to you. “Holy fuck!”

“Relax.” His voice is deep and smooth. You get a good look at him: he’s tall as fuck, buff as fuck, and oh God, is that a beard? You love beards. 

He interrupts your train of thought, “So you’re the new pet?” 

You make a face, “The fuck?”

He scoffs, “Joking. I’m Jonathan. And you are…?”

“No one laughed. Whatever, dude. Not telling you my name.” You shove past him to go back to your room. He already pissed you off. Great.

“What’s the rush?” He follows you through the kitchen, “We’ll be seeing a lot of each other. Don’t you want to get to know me?” You walk up the stairs as he lingers by the bottom. 

“Go fuck yourself!” You shout as you reach the top, throwing up the middle finger at him.

Pet? Who the hell does this guy think he is? His dad seemed nice enough, but what a jackass. 

Hours pass and it’s time for you to get ready for the family dinner. You think about Jonathan. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was hot. Don’t get it wrong, Dave is a sweet boyfriend. He’s everything you could’ve asked for, but Jonathan is the complete opposite. Dave is sweet, but Jonathan is hot. 

You decide to pull out all of the stops; your mom said this was a fancy restaurant and you knew you had to look your best. You put on a black elegant yet revealing dress ending at your thigh, showing a lot of skin, but just enough to still be considered appropriate. You touched up your makeup, applying gloss to make your lips look plump.

You walk down the stairs again. Jonathan is already at the bottom, dressed in a suit. You felt yourself drooling a bit. He looked really, really good. He looks up from his phone and watches your every step. His sharp eyes are almost too much for you; you could feel the intensity of his stare. You knew you got him. He wants you. 

Smirking a bit, you link arms with him. “Did I keep you waiting long? Sorry, I was getting dolled up.”

He scoffs, “Took you long enough.”

“You look beautiful.” Michael compliments you as he stands near the door with your mom, making you grin. 

You say your thanks, but turn to his son who’s right next to you. “What about you, Johnny? Don’t you think I look pretty?” You pout, jutting your lips out. His eyes focus on them. 

“You look good.” He clears his throat. You grin even more. Checkmate. 

The three of you get into the car, as Jonathan chose to drive his own, and arrive at the restaurant. You internally scoff at the bougie-ness of it all. Your single meal would probably cost your whole month’s expenses. 

Dinner is pleasant. The food is okay. The conversation is really more between your parents. You sit across Jonathan, studying his face and demeanor. Something about him just draws you in. He’s handsome and suave. The way he talks to your mother, answering her incessant questions smoothly kind of turns you on. 

Bored, you start to play footsie with him under the table. You nudge your heel against his leg, seeing his eyebrow quirk up at you. Smirking, you drag your foot higher up his leg. You quirk your eyebrow back at him. He smiles, you can see the corners of his lips lift, but hides it with his hand. What a shame, you think. Michael suddenly asks you a question, and you stop your antics under the table, conversing with him instead. 

It’s nearing the end of the meal, dessert being the only thing left. 

“This was a lovely meal, but unfortunately, I do have to go.” Jonathan dabs his mouth with his napkin before placing it on the table.

“Oh,” your mom sounds genuinely disappointed, “you won’t stay for dessert?”

“I would love to, but I made plans prior to this. It’s my friend’s birthday, so I do have to go.” 

“Who’s birthday?” Michael asks.

“Ted’s.” 

“Oh, why don’t you bring her with you?” Michael suggests, nodding towards you. “Ted is one of Jon’s closest friends. You’d get along with his girlfriend.”

“Sounds like a great idea!” Your mom claps excitedly, wanting you to adjust to the new life with new people.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jonathan starts to protest.

“Nonsense,” Michael cuts him off. “You’re taking my car, therefore, if you’re leaving this dinner, you’re taking her with you.” 

“Do you even want to go?” Jonathan asks, staring right at you. You know he’s silently begging you to say no. 

“I actually would love to.” You smile, looking right back at him. He rolls his eyes. 

“Great! Okay, go on. Have fun, be safe.” Michael grins. 

“Bye, love you.” You kiss your mom on the cheek.

You and Jonathan walk out the restaurant, heading towards his car. You roll your eyes. Of course he has a sports car. He opens the door for you, and you get in. 

“You should’ve said no. I’m taking you back home.” He shakes his head. “Buckle up.”

“Nope!” You cross your arms and grin, “You’re taking me with you.”

“I’m not playing around. Where I’m going isn’t for a doll like you.” He starts driving. You blush slightly at the compliment. 

“I can handle it.”

“You’re stubborn, Doll.” 

“Yeah, well, I’m telling you I can handle it.”

“Can you handle this?”

He speeds up suddenly. The car is going way past the speed limit, he’s zipping between cars, and he’s drifting corners. You look at him focused on his reckless driving. He’s facing the road, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and occasionally licking his lips. His eyes have a fire to them, either passion or excitement or maybe both.

He’s hot. Fuck, your step-brother is hot.

He slows down. “You alright, Princess?”

“First it’s Doll, now it’s Princess? How many can you come up with?”

“As many as you want.” Jonathan winks at you.

“I’m fine. Racing isn’t new to me. Let’s go.”

“Alright, if you say so. Don’t go crying to mommy about it.” 

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes. 

The rest of the drive is silent, and you still don’t know where exactly you’re going. It isn’t until he pulls up to a parking lot where you realize. There are tens of sports cars and hundreds of people. Street racing. 

“Yo.” Jonathan greets a guy who you assume is Ted. 

“Hey Schlatt. Who’s this?” He nods towards you.

“Hi,” You introduce yourself and your name. 

“I’m Ted!” He grins and points to the woman next to him, “and this is my girlfriend, Grace.”

“Hey!” Grace smiles as well. She seems nice.

“Nice to meet you both!”

“First time?” Grace asks as the two guys start talking to the side. 

“Not really.” You shrug, “I used to race.”

“No way! You up to race tonight?”

“Oh, not at all. I got in an accident once, never again.” Your phone buzzes. You got a text from an unknown number. Eyebrows furrowed, you open it. You gasp at the photo sent: it’s a picture of your best friend and boyfriend kissing. 

Grace looks over your shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

You scoff. “This is my best friend,” you zoom into her face, “and this is my boyfriend.” You zoom into his.

“No fucking way.” Grace gasps. “Bitches.”

“I can’t believe it.” You shake your head. You feel betrayed. You feel angry, humiliated, and hurt.

“You gotta get back at him.” 

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Orrrr,” She drags, “you send him a picture of you making out with someone hot.”

“You’re a genius and I already love you.”

“A simple thank you would’ve worked, but I’ll take it. You’re lucky you’re here tonight. Lots of hotties. Lots of ‘em.” She scans the area. 

You look around you as well. There are plenty of cute guys. You pick one out in the crowd. You ruffle up your hair, fix your gloss. “I’ll be back.” 

“Go get ‘em!” She cheers behind you. 

You start flirting. It’s a simple thing, really, getting a man to be interested. You ask him about his car, letting him explain everything to you as if you already don’t know the answer yourself. You giggle at his lame jokes, you lean over so he has a clear view into your dress. You lean into his ear, “Hey, wanna go somewhere quieter?”

“Lead the way.” He smirks. 

Bingo.

You grab his hand, bringing him to Jonathan’s car. There’s no time to really waste, you grab him by his collar and make out with him. You take your phone in your hand, making sure to take photos while kissing him. It’s not great, too much tongue in your opinion. The photos are all you need though, so you keep kissing him. 

“Couldn’t find anywhere else to do this shit?”

You pull away, hearing him groan. “Sorry?”

You turned to see Jonathan standing there with his arms crossed.

“Chris, get the fuck off my car. Get out of my face.”

The guy, who you now know is Chris, scrambles off the hood. “Yeah, sorry bro.”

He leaves without even sparing a glance at you. You scoff. Fucking bitch boy. 

“What the hell.” You throw your hands up. “I was busy.”

“Yeah, busy making out with a loser.” Jonathan scoffs. He steps closer to you. “Didn’t take you to be a whore.”

“I’m not a whore.” You feel yourself getting defensive.

“Why Chris?”

“I just need to make out with someone attractive. My now ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I got a picture of them making out. I’m sending him pictures of me making out with someone else as revenge.”

“That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.” 

You pout. “I dunno. I thought it was a good idea…” you trail off. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.

You don’t even notice Jonathan getting so close. Before you know it, his face is right there above you. The height difference makes you squirm.

He tips your head up, lifting your chin with his finger. “Wanna make him really jealous?” 

“Uh,” You don’t know what the fuck is going on. “Sure?”

“Doll, you into me?” 

You turn red. “What?”

He laughs. “Come on, Doll. I see the way you’ve been looking at me. You want me. Don’t worry, I want you too.”

He drops his finger and picks you up so you’re sitting on the hood of his car. He stands in between your legs. “You’ve been teasing me all day. Just say the words and I’m all yours.”

He’s so close to your face, you feel his breath on your face. His lips are so close to yours. 

“I want you.” 

That triggers Jonathan into action. He leans forward, putting his lips onto yours. He’s so much better than Chris. He kisses you eagerly, molding your lips with his. You moan slightly at the impatient nature of his kissing. He slips his tongue into your mouth with the opening. You tangle your fingers into his curls, trying to bring him closer. You want him to consume you whole. 

He sucks on your tongue slightly before pulling away. You whine unconsciously. He chuckles, “Don’t worry, we’re not finished. Let’s go somewhere else, yeah Doll?” You nod and jump off the hood. He smacks your butt as you walk towards the passenger seat. You roll your eyes at the action before he opens the door for you. 

The car is suffocating. You feel the tension, heavy and eager. You feel restless, shaking your leg slightly in anticipation. He’s so hot and this is so wrong, but it felt so good, you wanted more. 

He’s driving with one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. His hand looks so big gripping your thigh. You wonder what it would feel like to have his fingers inside of you. You squirm at the idea. 

You feel him glancing at you every so often, but you keep your gaze straight ahead. 

“What’re you thinking, Doll?”

You turn to face him. He glances at you back. “Nothing.”

He squeezes your thigh, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

You fidget with your fingers, “Your hands. They’re really big. Wanted to know how they’d feel.”

You see him smirk, a part of you hates feeding his ego. “Yeah? Was that so hard to admit?”

“Fuck off.”

“I get that you’re stubborn, but in the end, you’ll be begging me to fuck you anyways. You either act like a brat and get treated like one, or we can just be honest and have some fun.”

You sputter a bit at him being so straightforward, but you don’t know what to say.

“Doll, you’re beautiful. I wanted you ever since I saw you get out of the car from the window. I want you now. I know it’s weird, but don’t think about it. You want me too, right?”

You sigh, it’s the only thing you want right now. “Yes.”

“Good. We’re almost there.”

You have no idea where you’re going, again, but the GPS says there’s twenty minutes left. You sigh and look out the window, bored. You start playing with his fingers from his hand on your leg. You smile a bit to yourself as you decide to have some fun.

You grab his hand, lifting it towards your mouth. Looking right at him, you take one of his fingers and put it in your mouth. It’s long, but you take it all the way down.

“Fuck, Doll.” He glances between you and the road. “You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you grin, “someone’s not keeping me company.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“What?” You feign innocence, “Nothing wrong with keeping myself busy.”

You take another finger into your mouth, making eye contact as you go from the top to bottom. 

“Alright. That’s enough.” He pulls over to the side of the road. It’s dead at night with no cars coming on the small road. 

“Hey!” You pout, “we’re not there yet.” 

“You’re being a tease and a brat. You don’t get to be fucked in the vacation home. You’re getting fucked on the side of the road like the whore you’re acting like.”

You can’t lie, you feel turned on just from those words. 

He gets out of the car and walks over to your side. He opens the door and holds out his hand. “Come on, we’re going to the back.” 

The two of you sit in the back seat. It’s hard with him being over six foot, but you make it work. You sit on his lap, body fully draped over his. His big hands are on your hip, balancing you on his lap. The two of you make out for what feels like hours. You whine a bit, wanting more.

“What’s wrong, Doll?”

“Enough kissing. I want you to fuck me.”

He pretends like he’s deep in thought. “I don’t know, you were kinda annoying the whole day.”

Rolling your eyes, you nudge his shoulder, “Fuck off.”

“Fuck you.”

“You want to.”

He scoffs at that, “You want me to fuck you already. Without any foreplay. You’re more desperate for it than me.” 

“Well, maybe I am. I’ll just go back to Chris and get fucked by him inste-“ You move to get off his lap, but are stopped by Jonathan’s hands firm on your waist.

“No.” He growls, “You are not going to him. You’re mine tonight.”

“So make me yours.” You say, keeping eye contact with him.

He starts kissing at your neck, trailing down from your jaw to your chest. His hand ghosts over the nape of your neck, fidgeting with your dress zipper. He pulls it down, revealing your chest. He places kisses further down, trailing all over your breasts. He maintains eye contact with you the whole time, seeing you squirm at the feeling. He sucks at the top of your breast, leaving a mark just above your nipple. He licks at each nipple, making you whine at the sensation. 

He pulls away and grins. “Come on, Doll. Get your dress off.” With some maneuvering, you fully take off your dress and he manages to take off his jeans. 

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, and it makes you blush. It almost feels like he means it.

“Not too bad yourself.” That’s an understatement. Jonathan looks so fine with his messy hair and lips red and swollen. You palm his cock through his boxers, feeling the length and hardness. He moans a bit at the sudden touch. You pull it out, pumping it to see the full length, drooling a bit at how big it is. 

“Next time you can put it in your little mouth, but right now, I’m going to fuck the shit outta you.”

He lifts you up and lines himself up to your hole, teasing by sliding it against your lips.

“Jonathan, please.” You whine. 

“You sure?” He looks serious. 

You nod and lean in against his ear, whispering “Fuck me so I can’t walk for a week.” 

He grins widely, lowering you onto his cock. You’re so wet it slides in, regardless of the big size. 

The car fills with the sounds of your two moans. He doesn’t move for a second, letting you adjust to him. “Okay.” You nod. “I’m good.”

He kisses your cheek, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You nod again. Jonathan lifts you up easily, holding onto your two thighs. He drills into you, keeping a fast and quick pace. You can’t help but moan at every thrust. 

“So good, Doll.” He groans, “Look at you, being a filthy fucking slut. Getting fucked by your step-brother. Getting turned on by him. Such a whore.”

You close your eyes and face the window, the taboo nature of it all finally hitting you, but it just turns you on even more. 

He chuckles, using one hand to grab your face. His fingers grip onto your cheeks. “Look at me. Look at your step-brother while he fucks you.”

You clench at his words. “God, Doll. I could fuck you all day. You want that? Huh? You want me to fill you up every single day? Sneak into your room at night and fuck the shit outta you?”

You moan loudly, “I can’t hear you, Doll. Use your words.”

“Yes! God, yes. Please.” You whine.

“So eager to please. So desperate, huh? Need your big brother to fill up your slutty hole.” 

He grabs his phone, “Let’s have something for your ex-boyfriend to think about, yeah?” He pulls up the camera app, recording but having the camera face the floor of the car. 

The idea of him recording this should make you freak out, but it just turns you on more. You whimper, trying to be quieter. 

“Come on, Doll. Let him know how good I make you feel. Tell Dave how I’m fucking you.” 

He thrusts into you faster, pulling your hair slightly along with it. You whine at a high pitch. 

“Say how you feel right now.” Jonathan pulls tighter.

“It feels good!” You cried out. “You fuck me so good, Jonathan. I love your cock, fuck.”

You stare into his eyes, seeing them get darker. “Good girl. Say something to Dave.”

“What?” You sobbed, Dave was the last thing on your mind. 

He drags you down with your hair, whispering into your ear “Tell him how much better I am, how he’s never made you feel like this.” 

“You’re so much better than Dave, Jonathan.” You sobbed, “He’s never made me feel so good. You’re filling me up so well.” 

“Good.” He ends the recording, throwing the phone into the driver's seat. He continues his strong pace. 

“Jonathan, I’m close!” The pressure builds up from inside and you can’t help but chase the feeling. You start pushing down onto his cock, wanting to climax.

“Good girl, working for it, yeah?” He lets go of your face, putting both hands onto your waist. His grip is tighter than ever and he quickens the pace. The pain of his grip and the thrusts escape you as the only thought in your mind is to orgasm. You need to cum. 

You don’t really remember what you say - begging, pleading, and moaning so loudly, you knew you’d be embarrassed. 

The shockwaves wash over you; his final thrust pushes you over the edge. He follows quickly after, filling you up with his seed. You whimper at the feeling of it entering you.

“Fuck.” He pants. “Shit.” 

You stay there, his cock still inside of you. You lay your head on his shoulder, both of you catching your breaths.  

“So.” You break the silence. “That was good.”

“Good? Shit, Doll, I expected a little more than just good.” He laughs.

You punch his shoulder, “It was amazing. Thank you.” You kiss his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry if I was rough.”

“I liked it.”

He slaps your ass. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up and go home.”

He lifts you up, and you wince at not being able to feel your legs. Jonathan grabs tissues from the front, wiping you down. You smile at how gentle he’s being. “Thanks.”

He just nods. Moving to grab your clothes, he puts on your panties, lets you put your arms through the dress straps. He gets out of the car, walking around to get your door. You try to stand, but you just can’t.

“What?” He asks, confused.

“I,” You cover your face with your hands. “I can’t stand up.”

Jonathan laughs. Laughs harder than you ever heard him. “Oh, you poor thing.” 

“Come here.” He gestures to you to move towards the door. You scoot over to the edge of the seat. He picks you up, bridal style, and opens the door of the passenger seat. Gently, he places you down and pulls on the seatbelt for you. Buckling it in, he closes the door and you smile at him through the window. He gets into the drivers seat, setting up the GPS to go home.

The windows are open and his playlist softly plays in the background. You hum along the lyrics, trying to fathom what the hell just happened. You giggle at the idea of telling Dave you fucked your step-brother.

“What’s so funny?” Jonathan asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Just thinking about how Dave would freak at what just happened.”

He hums, “Yeah, I got the recording. I feel like it’s better than those fuck ass kissing photos with Chris.” 

Sending the video from his phone to yours, you craft a text to send to him.

you: found a much better fuck than you could ever be :) we’re done, lose my number (attachment: video)

“Sent!” You giggle as you see that the text and video were delivered. You see Jonathan smirk a bit. 

Immediately, Dave sends you multiple texts, even starts spam calling you. 

You scoff, “Couldn’t call me at all once I moved, but all of a sudden he’s free?”

Jonathan chuckles at that, but puts out his hand. You quirk an eyebrow, but he just nods at you. You give him your phone. To your horror, he answers Dave’s call.

You can hear your ex-boyfriend’s voice through the phone.

“What the fuck was that vide-” 

“Listen, fucker. You cheated on her with her best friend, and she found someone better. Don’t worry about it, I’ll treat her right. You heard in the video, right?” 

“Who the fuck is this?” 

“None of your business. Lose the number. She’s blocking you.” Jonathan hangs up and hands it back to you. “You’re blocking his number now.”

You can’t help but tease. “But what if I don’t wanna?”

He says your name threateningly, “You’re not talking to him anymore. You’re not talking to anyone anymore.”

“Says who?”

“Says your step-brother who wants to protect you.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes, “You’re such a loser.”

“Not what you were saying ten minutes ago, Doll.”

“Shove it.”

He pulls up to the house, parking next to another expensive car. He turns the car off, taking out the key. Turning to face you, he smirks.

“So, same time next week?”

(taps mic) ahem. yes. so basically i watched culpa mía and my fault: london and thought schlatt was so nick coded. there was so much more i wanted to add (schlatt street racing scene???!!???!!) but idk car terminology like that so it would not have turned out good LOL changed some plot from the movies ofc but still is very similar i did not edit this piece so sorry if it's not the best.. also my first smut post AWOOGA

[milla-frenchy]

Recs | April 25

April readings 🤍

Please, rb the fics you appreciated, that's how they live 🤍🙏

Check the warnings before reading, some of the fics are very dark

Joel Miller

On the job @stellamarielu

You and joel are forced to work together, but neither of you can get past the others stubborn attitude or contractor!joel and interior designer!reader fuck in a walk-in closet

Wide open @ilikeevilblondes

After a long day of work, Joel expects nothing more from the evening than getting some shut-eye. Fate has other plans, however, because the daughter of the family next door forgot to close her blinds again and is putting on quite the show

Give it to her like a man @sceletaflores

Joel gives the best graduation gifts...

Embrace @pedge-page

In the park @toxicanonymity

Tempting @pedgito

Joel's pent up, you've got ideas

Messy @joelsrose

Popsicle stand @toxicanonymity

Only teasing @magpiepills

You’ve been teasing your neighbor, Joel, but he’s got other ideas

Don't make me ask again @arcanefox207

Teasing your dad’s friend has its consequences

Collared | part 6 @tateypots

You are kidnapped by Joel and Tommy 3 years after the outbreak

Safe and sound | part 6 @guiltyasdave

An injured Joel and Ellie stumble into your home in the middle of the night. Trusting them isn’t easy, but you won’t let another person die in this house. It doesn’t take long until you’re terrified of the day they’ll leave again

Feast @toxicanonymity

Kiss it better @baronessvonglitter

After an awful day, you turn to Joel for help to de-stress

Slow, deep, close @toxicanonymity

You wake up with a nightmare about Joel carving your skin. As he faces the damage he's done, you ask him to give it to you slow and deep

A short and bittersweet fic about what Joel could have experienced episode 2 season 2 @joels-princess

A borrowed shirt to dry off @secretelephanttattoo

Joel episode 2 season 2 @iiconicxpersona

Change of clothes @toxicanonymity

After cheetah print pt. 2, cum inflated reader needing to run into a store. She has to squeeze into her booty shorts... someone is there to help

Joel dealing with wifey: the ex @pedge-page

Clint Flood

Tell her to stay away from the light @iamasaddie

1982, Clint parks at the screening of ‘Poltergeist’ in the local drive-in. Somewhere between ghosts intrusions and seances, he finds a much more appealing thing to look at in the car next to him

Cherry lips @aurorawritestoescape

Clint and you have a simple relationship - you fuck each other and go on with your lives. Can it stay that way? What if one night changes everything?

Did you miss me @yxtkiwiyxt

Clint returns after a week away for work, and you're fucking pissed because he didn't bother to call you even once. But now, all he wants is to be close to you, and he's got that irresistible way of turning things around and getting back in your good graces…

Pero Tovar

Without chains @604to647

You help Pero shave in preparation for his journey back West with William

Dave York

Distractions @baronessvonglitter

You and Dave are finding it hard to forget that one night.. and a chance encounter gives you both a second opportunity

Hitman | Part 5 @punkshort

Fresh on the heels of a breakup, you move into a new apartment in a shady part of town. When a mysterious man breaks in, insisting he knew the prior tenant and needs to recover something left behind, you get caught up in a whirlwind of danger and attraction

Frankie Morales

Thirty rain showers to get to you | chapter 1 @jolapeno

He is in love with her. She is in love with him. They're already best friends, yet somehow it takes thirty moments for them to admit this

Three days till sunset @sawymredfox

The clock is ticking, the time to ponder is almost consumed, and a decision must be taken

Dieter Bravo

Fucking Dieter from behind @sp00kymulderr

I think of you all the time | part 1 | part 2 @schnarfer

Best friends to lovers, to worse

Tim Rockford

Wrong number @604to647

Detective Tim Rockford receives an unexpected text after leaving for work

Threesome (and more)

Conversation pit @toxicanonymity (Connie x f!reader facing Steve x Javi)

D x C @whocaresstillthelouvre (Clint x Dieter x fem reader)

Clint walks in on you and Dieter in a particular situation and decides to join in

My writing

She's a rainbow (Jackson!Joel x reader)

Joel returns after a long patrol and you greet him with a surprise

You oughta know (Clint x reader)

After your ex breaks your heart yet again, you ask your dad’s best friend for a favour

Friend zone (Tim x reader)

An event leads your best friend to reveal a secret he's been keeping from you for years, and you finally find what you've been searching for

Fics recs

[nerdieforpedro]

There ain’t no getting off this train we’re on @daddy-dins-girl 🖤🖤🖤 Murder Daddy buddies for life. A hill we die on 😤 @iamasaddie You with us?

[baronessvonglitter]

For breakfast, lunch, and dessert 😋

PEDRO PASCAL as DAVE YORK The Equalizer 2 (2018) | dir. Antoine Fuqua

[popcornforone]

7 Weeks Before…

Chapter 1 of the Dave York Fan Fic Series FATAL

MASTERLIST

Chapter 2

Happy Dave York Saturday !

Welcome to the world of the our favourite Stabby Murder Daddy David Christopher York for 7 Saturdays. Today we set it up & start the ride.

Synopsis:- You have been Dave Yorks handler for a while… nothing could go wrong…

Word Count:- 2800

Warning:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARW UNDER 18! DAVE YORK IS A WALKING WARNING! Unprotected sex, minimal consent, colleagues to lovers, one night stand, swearing, drinking, violence, murder, plotting, oral, fingering, mention of anal. Basically if your pent up with stabby you do it all.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, same time next Saturday?

For the last 18 months you have been Dave Yorks handler. Working along side him to make sure he gets the kill cleanly done, that there’s nothing to tie any of you down to a potential link to your organisation doing the killing & it’s worked. A well oiled machine the two of you make taking people out as you plan the missions, go with him as tech support & a get away driver if needed. He’s also given You some basic gun training. You shuddered each time you pulled the trigger, jolting backwards. You enjoyed being that close to him. He’s not your type but he knows he doesn’t need to put the charm on for you, you have a job to do & anything more than that could effect you both professionally.

& then it happened.

Carol is leaving Dave & taking the girls with her to Toronto. Carol has been cheating on Dave for the last year, but it wasn’t until Dave threatened the man in his martial bed that Carol upped & left. He tells you that he misses Molly & Alice his kids like crazy. He also has hinted that misses the boring vanilla sex he had with his wife, it might not have been adventurous but it was still sex. Since you had been his handler you haven’t given him many occasions to get information out of people sexually. You believe that it’s your job to do that as a handler or send a lower level assassin to do it, if you’re not feeling it. You can see Dave is getting a little sexually frustrated.

So when it came to the mission which should have been a clean job, but it wasn’t you had to step in. Taking a few shots of your own, taking out one of the guys that was tracking Dave, the rush it gave you electrified your soul. But then you were suddenly pushed against a brick wall. A firm gloves hand gripped around your neck. The muffled voice under the ski mask shouting. “Who do you work for?” Multiple times before you managed to shot the guy in the foot. Dave also took a shot too at him & you scrambled back into the safety of your bullet proof Mercedes. Dave leapt into the back seat 5mins later.

“Fucking Drive” he screamed, so you did. Max Verstappen or Lewis Hamilton wouldn’t be able to catch you as you headed to the secret safe house where if stuff goes wrong you head there for 2 days & secretly report in from there. It’s at the back of Edmond’s street, next to a school, no one would ever think this quaint building would be where killers would hide for 48 hours to get of the grid. The mercades dumped 5 blocks away ready for someone else to change the plates & take it away over night.

As Dave locks the door you’re both heavily breathing.

“That was not meant to happen”Dave Screeches at you as he send his code word through the system.

“I fucking know” you reply back, slight bruising around your neck appears from where the guy grabbed you. “They were clearly not ours, I don’t know who they worked for”

“Well I took 3 out & what happened to the guy who…”

“You got him” You quickly interrupt. “I managed to shoot his foot & it meant he stepped back into your aim.” Dave pauses & does a double take before he heads to the wardrobe. His stern face suddenly turns soft.

“Your okay though?” He says with genuine concern.

“I’m alright, I’ve had boyfriends who have abused me more than this” Dave then sees the red marks on your neck.

“So you weren’t stabbed or shot or…”

“No nothing Dave just an angry guy who then clearly realised I was just a handler”

“Good, punch in your code I’ll be right back” he takes off his jacket & beanie hat & heads off in the house. Dave has clearly been here before on a previous mission or helped get others out. As you punch into the fake landline your own code to say you’re okay, Dave has returned.

“Here” Dave says & he hands you a flannel with some ice in it. “For your neck let’s get that bruising out while we work out who those guys were.”

“Thanks Dave” you then both audio record your initial statements before you then sit there & write you report as you would do if there hadn’t been any kind of hiccup.

“So you had no clear view Dave of who they were” you say as you type.

“None, not even through my sniper sight” he says as he puts a beer down next to you. He’s already gulping his second.

“I’m still working Dave” you say as you scowl & type away.

“Your more dedicated to this job, than I am”

“Oooh if only you knew Dave”

“What’s that supposed to mean”

“Well the things I do for you, you wouldn’t believe”

“Really?” He says as he sits on the sofa the other side of the room from you. “Then send that report & tell me”

“If I did that…” you hit the send button & spin around to face Dave on your office chair “… then I’d have to kill you”

“Ha, I’d like to see you try”

“I’d like to see you stop me” your lips sip around the bottle head of the beer & Dave watches you gulp it down. He looks on in wonder. A drop of condensation drips onto your cleavage & he licks his own lips.

“So usually when the mission is a success how do you celebrate” he asks fumbling his hand around his own bottle, thinking if what his reply to you in a minute will be acceptable.

“Well I don’t, it’s a job & it pays well based on what you say to the chief, then I find out if I get a bonus,” you know what his answers going to be so you sigh as you ask “& you?”

“I used to go home hug my girls send them off to their grandparents & fuck Carole’s brains out for next 24 hours, neat whisky, a cigarette after each session, she’d enjoy it when I closed the deal, even if she gave nothing back more recently”

“Did that ever bother you?”

“What do you fucking think?” He snapped back, it’s the first time you shudder at Dave’s tone. “Sorry”

“Well why don’t you use the bathroom first then, get some of your frustrations out with your wrists & then when your done I’ll have a quick shower then we can argue over who sleep on the sofa or that mattress” you’d had a Quick Look around the house. Most of the rooms were set up for a siege scenario or all our attack if hq went down, but there was one bed & a sofa to sleep on.

“You get the bed your the woman”

“But your the more valuable asset, I don’t want to bring back to work in 2 days time, a Dave York with a ruined back from two nights on a sofa that looks older than me” you scoff, as you sip more beer.

“True, but…” Dave puts his beer down & walks towards you, his large hand then grips your chin. “What if I need to fuck”

“Dave” your chins lifted for eye contact. His eyes are deep & mysterious & very good at seducing.

“You said when you agreed to be my handler to help me out no matter what situation on a mission”

“The mission over”

“No it’s not, I’m not at home, swiping for a girl on tinder to fuck her arse” he growls, his large thumb traces your lips. “I know you suck cock to get mission information, what difference is mine sweetheart?”

“You’re my assassin” you gulp trying to look innocent, but you can feel your knickers dampen at his words. God he can get anyone in bed.

“Exactly, now be a good girl & get ready to help me complete this mission.” Clink goes his belt.

“& if I say no”

“Then I’ll fire you & fuck you anyhow” his eyes are dilated. If you’re honest you’ve always had a bit of a crush on Dave, even though you knew this could never really happen for lots of reasons.

“Just because we are here in this safe house & there’s nothing else to do okay, this goes no further”

“Agreed, I need to fuck & your mouth need to stop yapping” he stands you up very quickly

& tarring your skin tight clothes off your body, the material shredding onto the floor, no longer wearable. Your knickers he smirks at as he notices the slick inside them. “Turns out maybe you do want this as well”

“A girl has needs Dave, & you called me a good girl” you say as you step out of your knickers as you remove his tshirt. He then grips both your shoulders & pushes you against a cupboard against the wall.

“Touch yourself while you suck baby, I want you dripping so that when I’m done with your mouth, both your pussy & arse cum when I fuck them” he’s so dominant & you drop your naked body to the floor taking his trousers & boxers with you. He step out of them already groaning as you hunk down on his large girthy length. Pre cum tasting so salty as you open your legs so that he can see you slip two fingers inside you.

“You’ve done this before, fuck, oooh fuck, such a good little bad girl” you gag & nod around his length. He holds the cupboard & his hips start to trust as he face fucks you into next week. Your eyes stream. Dave was more than right, in a woman in this line of work the way to get to the top is to sleep with targets & get information, if only he knew the true intent as to how much you’d do for a job to be a success. You come up for air, stroking his messy length.

“God Carol was spoilt”

“Fuck her im fucking you”he forces his cock to the back of your throat. “Your the one who gets this today, she lost her right to this the second she started sleeping with that architect from Canada” he snarls & realises he’s being a bit to firm & pulls back a bit, you splutter everywhere. “Fuck your mouth is so small” he says before he takes his penis out “lick the tip like your a cat” you don’t argue. He holds it straight & after a few seconds of your licking, he groans. Squirts of his cum cover your face. Some even going into your eyes. “I like my girls to get a facial, that means they are mine” you move your hands to wipe it off as he grips his length,Stroking it so he’s still erect. “No that’s my cum, I will tell you when it can leave your face” his hand then grips yours. “I want you to tell me when we the last actual man who fucked you, because I can hear the squelching from here of your fingers”

“6 weeks ago”

“Target?”

“No tinder on holiday”

“Lucky bastard” Dave growls & then he licks up the left side of your face. “Oooh I do taste good, you’re a lucky girl” he then drops to his knees & kisses you hard. He bits your bottom lip, it’s a sharp sting but you then moan & scream.

“Fuck” he’s grabbed your hand, withdrawn your own fingers & slipped 3 of his much fatter fingers inside you at a much faster pace then you were going. “Jesus fuck oooh Dave”

“Your mine now”

“Fuck fuck ooooh fuck” you buckle from the kiss & his rhythm cuming hard. But those fingers don’t stop.

“3 orgasms I want from this first session baby, you ain’t done yet” he then takes the still damp fingers you were using & licks them clean. “Your filthy really aren’t you?”

“Mmmmm” his hand being masterful.

“Words or you will not be my good girl anymore”

“I can be what you want me to be Dave” you stutter it out as you pant “oooh fuck”

“Go on sexy, cum again drench me, make me me happy & then I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to get up to get into a bed or a sofa”

“Ooooohhhhh myyyy fuckkkkk davvvvvveeeeee” you spiral out of control again. You know you started yourself off but Dave his you dripping once more, he smirks as your eyes roll back into your head. Your sex drunk already.

“Fuck baby, is this tight little pussy gonna even let me fit”

“Try it” you blurt out before he sticks his finger into your mouth & you suck away. You taste good, but for some reason it’s better on those large fat fingers, than it has been for a long time.

Dave then pulls you into his lap & rubs his still erect penis through your cum.

“Is my good little girl ready”

“Fuck me dave” you both moan deeply as his goes balls deep first time. You’ve never had anyone this big before & it take you a few thrusts for your to remember you can breath.

“All good”

“Fucking fabulous” you moan & then you arch your back & you start to grind around him. You can tell my the strain on his face, that he’s finding it hard not to just cum inside you straight away.

“Fuck my your so fucking tight, why the fuck have we not done this before”

“Shut up Dave” you gasp. He then nods & leans forward latching onto your right nipple sucking it like his life depended on it. Your hand strokes & grips his back while your other keeps you in the position.

“Fuck Dave, fill me up, cum. Make my pussy cum all night”

“Fuck baby”

“Fuck me oooh fuck me raw”

“Fuck ooooh Jesus”

“Dave!” You both scream each others names. You hit your high squeezing your core, your high clamps him firm & unable to control his urges, it makes him explode in the next thrust, no condom used. He fills you up & he keeps rocking making sure nothing escapes. You fall forward & you wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses you. No longer firm, or bites but actual soft kisses

“Fuck your such a good girl”

“& you know how to seduce” you both mumble in each others ears as you come to a holt.

“& you didn’t put up a fight” he says & softly chuckles, he lifts his head so he makes eye contact.

“Is that a smile Dave?” You beam back.

“Maybe?” You then smile & blush wrapped around him. He then turns serious, “what’s the time?” You both then look at the clock on the wall.

“We’ve only been here 4hours?” You say & look at him.

“Well I think we both now know how to make the time pass” as he slips his hand between both your bodies, & his large thumb starts to once again please your clit.

“Fuck Dave…”

You’ve never had that much sex in your life. The remaining 42 hours any moment when you were both coherent was spent pleasuring each other. Realising how compatible you both were in your wants & desires. How good he made you feel. He no longer ever needed boring vanilla from his soon to be ex wife. He was addicted to your pussy. When you realised you had less than 2 hours before you were allowed back into the real world, you both showered & sorted stuff out. The house smelt of sex, every single room, including the armoury. You then were sent the codes to say everything was safe & you went back to the office. You sat in Dave’s office after he debriefed with the chief & watched as he put his suit back on. Back to business Dave, no longer the trained killer look.

“No one needs to know about what happened in the safe house okay”

“Yes Dave” you nod.

“It was a one off”

“A one off no strings attached I get it, I know the drill” you say as you get up & leave. You can’t see it but you have a feeling if he’s smirking watching you go back to your desk.

It’s only when you get home that night after a run when you get a message from Dave. He wants to face time you, but not look at your face. You reply asking for 10min & send him a picture of your knickers on the floor. You then grab your burner phone & send 1 message to the only number on it.

Contact is established & growing.

[enverwrites]

This one was inspired by a reel, forgive me 😞

https://www.instagram.com/share/reel/BACunk5UxX

No Homo

We're not quite lovers so I tell everyone we're friends, it's easier that way

"No Race! For the third time today! Jack and I are just friends!" David laughed as he spoke. Forcing down the pain of unrequited love. God what a pain it was.

We hang out alone

Davey leaned against the railing instead of Jack. He had no reason to lean against Jack. It was simply too romantic or whatever the last excuse was.

He's met all my friends

Jack went through and introduced Dave to everyone. Maybe he was simply that important. Maybe it was simply common courtesy.

He calls me all the time

It was 3am and Davey thought without a doubt jack would be drunk or high. But he wasn't, and they talked about life for a while. Until Jack had to go check on this week's partner.

And sometimes for a moment I'll catch him looking at me with a little too much love in his eyes

"Jack you can't aaaaalways draw me. You should draw.. uhh... whats her name? Emily!" David didn't care if the name was wrong. She'd be gone soon enough and they'd have their time together again. He saw the way Jack stared when he got the name wrong, the way he stared while drawing, the way...

But we're just friends, he makes sure to tell me that regularly. He doesn't want me to get the wrong idea.

"This doesn't mean anything Dave. This is just cause you're cold." An yet Jack not only wrapped his coat around Davey. He also managed to wrap himself around the boy. What, would the next words out of his mouth be 'no homo' just to seal the deal?

I try not to, but when he calls me I pick up

"Dave, Davey I'm not drunk I swear. Don't hang up again."

"Jack I'm tired... I want to go to bed, what do you need?"

"I missed you..."

An when he needs someone to talk to I'm there.

David held Jack as he sobbed, holding a partially burnt picture and a bandana. Sitting behind the stage in Medda's theater. Cradling the boy he cared most about in the world

When he needs a ride somewhere I'm halfway out the door with the keys in my hand

"Jack! I did it I got my license! let's go for a drive!" Those were the words that led to a four hour drive around New York. That ended with a quick kiss and being ignored for three days. That drive that made Davey "misplace" his license from there on out.

When I left for school I thought he might beg me to stay

"OH MY GOD JACKIE I GOT INTO YALE!!" David was practically bouncing off the walls. He got the opportunity to go to an ivy league school!

"That's nice Dave, I'm really proud of you. You worked really hard for that."

He didn't of course because we are just friends

"Well... I'll see you during winter break I guess.."

"mhn, bye Dave." Jack was painting... it wasn't a big deal, it's just a school anyway. Yale wasn't that far away anyway. He would come home on the weekends and not tell Jack anyway.

I only see him when the sun goes down

The text on the screen read: "6:17am, 19 missed calls from 'Jack', 184 unread texts from 'Jack', 1 unread text from 'Sarah🤍' " yet when he texts, nothing. Not until midnight.

But he tells me it's because my eyes sparkle in the moonlight

David and Jack are laughing on the fire escape, it's like they're teenagers again. For a second Jack pauses and leans in, David's almost certain they'll kiss and then-

"did you know your eyes sparkle in the moon?"

I sometimes wonder if we'll sit on this line forever

"Well ... he's Jack! He's my best friend in the whole world.. I'm not quite sure I'm his but we get along well enough." That's how he explains Jack to his roommate. Leaving out the long forgotten kisses, the carving of their initials, the too long stares.

The line between lovers and friends

When they go out together for a catch up day people say they're 'such a cute couple'. Davey blushes and Jack shrugs them off with a quick and easy;

"He's just my best friend"

I think I crossed it somewhere

David has talked himself down from sending an "I love you" text so many times. He wants to love Jack unconditionally and forever. But that's not what Jack wants, is it.

I think he did too

Within those hundred unread texts lies one Davey would die to see: 'I love ya Dave. More than just a friend.' But he doesn't read them. not after the fourth night in a row.

But he won't admit it

"Jack c'monnn it's not real. It's just a Valentine's discount. You don't even gotta touch me or anything."

"David I said I don't want to. I don't want people thinking we're together."

I think we both want the same thing: to feel loved

David is home for the winter break and goes over to see Jack's apartment. And if he accidentally ends up sleeping over, if they accidentally wake up holding each other, if they accidentally don't move from each other's arms even after waking.. that's between them and their silence.

The difference is

Dave is getting ready to go back to the dorms, start the second semester well. He's happy knowing Jack might finally feel the same way this time. Especially after the sleepover...

I wanted it to be him and he'll never see me in the daylight

David texts Jack as soon as he gets there. Just a simple 'hey, got back safe!' but doesn't get a reply that day. Or the next, or after that. Only at 2 and 3am does Jack try to call or text. Only when he's too out of it to know better. Of course he could only love Davey drunk. Of course Davey could never love him knowing that.

[baronessvonglitter]

in my dreams he’s alive and we have a blended family 🥰

PEDRO PASCAL as DAVE YORK The Equalizer 2 (2018) dir. Antoine Fuqua

[daddy-dins-girl]

Playdate - Chapter Nine

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 9.1k

Notes: All the feelings in this chapter... I'm so sorry everyone. I swear I have an end goal in mind and I'm gonna make it better... just not YET.

Chapter Warnings: (skip if you don't wanna be spoiled, if you've made it this far in the series, you'll be fine). 18+ MDNI. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Confessions of infidelity. Dry humping. Oral Sex. 69 sex position. Unprotected p in v. Creampie. Daddy Kink. Rough sex. Breathplay. Daddy!Marcus. Dom!Marcus. Aftercare. Consensual somnophilia. Lots of feelings. Severe lack of Dave York (I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you I swear).

HUGE thank you to @janaispunk for beta'ing and letting me talk her ear off when I get an idea in my head and helping me work it out lol. And also for calming my anxiety every time I go to post a chapter :P

You woke up to a bed that seemed suddenly too large and missing the warmth Dave’s body heat provided it with. Marcus was sleeping soundly next to you and you’re not even sure when that had happened or when he got in but clearly it was after you had passed out.

But where was Dave? Did Marcus walk in and find you and him in bed together and an argument ensued? Surely that would have woken you up so you quickly shake that notion from your head. Maybe everything was fine and you were freaking out preemptively over nothing. Dave had probably just gone down to the lobby again for coffee and when he came back the three of you could sit around and hopefully have an honest and open conversation. That sounded, to you, a logical reason for his whereabouts as any so you decided you weren’t going to begin to fret about something without any warrant and snuggled up to your husband to wait, but when nearly half an hour had passed and he didn’t return, you decided to pull out your phone to send a text in your group chat.

Your throat nearly dropped into your stomach at the words that greeted you when you opened it.

Dave York has left the group.

Without giving it a second thought you quickly scroll through your contacts until you find his name and hit the call button but after a single ring it goes to voicemail. Unsure what exactly that means you try for a text instead. Simple, direct, to the point.

Hey, are you ok?

The blue bubble pops up on your screen and you wait, however neither the “delivered” or “read” notification appears underneath it and that’s when it hits you.

Dave has blocked your number.

Confused and hurt, you toss your phone over to the nightstand where it clatters to the surface, skids across the smooth wood and then falls to the carpeted floor with a light thud, though you couldn’t be bothered to care right now. The commotion however rouses your husband who, lying on his stomach, quickly pushes himself up onto his elbows and glances around the room before his gaze lands on you.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, voice groggy with sleep.

You don’t answer him right away, because, how could you. Everything. Fucking everything was the matter! What you had done last night, it all comes flooding back to you in an instant and you suddenly feel overwhelmed with emotions and you have no choice but to burst into tears, your knees coming up to your chest as you wrap your arms around them and bury your face, shoulders shaking with every sob that leaves your body.

“Honey! What…” Marcus sits up in an instant, panicked. His arms immediately envelop your frame and his voice frantic as he pulls your whole body into his lap and holds you close to his chest. “Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh. Sweetheart tell me what’s wrong” he tries, fear still lacing his tone as he attempts to appear outwardly calm, holding you to him and gently rubbing a hand up and down your back.

You feel so absolutely wracked with guilt that you can’t even find words to even begin trying to explain yourself to Marcus so instead you just bury your face further into his throat and let him comfort you, though you know you don’t deserve it. The moment he hears what you have to say for yourself you fear he’s going to be putting as much distance between the two of you as possible so you need him to just hold you a little while longer before that happens. It’s selfish. You’re selfish. But at this moment, you don’t care. How could you have done this to Marcus? And for what? For Dave to just leave you both like that? Like these months have meant nothing to him? You want to believe that’s not true, but what choice has he left you with?

Marcus worries endlessly as he holds you in his arms, honestly surprised you’re even allowing him to hold you but he’ll take it for as long as he can get it. Dave must have told you what he’d done yesterday while you were asleep and now look at the problems it’s caused.

You both lie there in each other's arms, taking in whatever comfort you can get from one another. You’re openly sobbing while Marcus’ tears are more subdued, but definitely still there. You can feel them on the naked flesh of your shoulder as he buries his face in your neck and the two of you clutch onto each other, terrified of the other letting go. What you don’t realize is that you’re both fretting over the exact same thing.

After several long minutes of just holding each other your words echo each other as you both let them out at the exact same time into the heat of each other’s flesh.

“I’m sorry.”

The words cause you both to stiffen momentarily and then slowly pull back, finding each other’s watery gaze as you both stare, confused.

The murmured apologies eventually turn into a good hour of confessions from both of you. You take turns spilling everything about what happened last night without the other present all while failing to hold back the flow of tears. Marcus admits not only to his indiscretions in the shower with Dave, but how there was no work emergency last night and he’d lied to you because he was too scared that he’d ruined everything. He tells you how absolutely horrible he’d felt, leaving you on your birthday like that but he felt so confused after what had happened, he couldn’t even bear to have you look at him knowing what he’d done and was keeping from you. The admission about what he and Dave had done in the shower nearly had your eyes bugging out of your head, though you tried your absolute best not to outwardly react too much, you didn’t want to make Marcus uncomfortable or have him hold back anything so you kept quiet and mostly just nodded your head, though your brain was working a mile a minute trying to process everything. You’d decided near immediately that you weren’t upset at him for it. The only thing you were upset about in that scenario is that you hadn’t been there to witness it; though you keep that admission to yourself for now. You were upset, however, that he had left. If he would have just stayed maybe you all wouldn’t be in this position now. Maybe Dave would still be here. You know though that Marcus isn’t the only one to blame and it’s not fair to put this all on him. The fact was he did leave, and you did what you did afterwards, knowing full well how it could affect things.

You tell Marcus how Dave had originally left but had come back and that the two of you had slept together. Your tears turned into sobs as you admitted the last part. You knew it was wrong, you felt in your heart that it was cheating, regardless if Marcus saw it that way or not. He’d tried to quickly shrug it off at first, to make you feel better, reminding you that “you’d slept with Dave lots of times” but when you responded with a quiet “yeah, but not like this…” and were unable to look him in the eyes, you could see the moment the realization dawns across his sad, handsome face and he lowers it to look away, gently nodding in understanding.

Marcus swallowed the lump in his throat but wrapped his arms around you and held you tight to his chest, peppering kisses to your hair and ensuring you over and over that he loved you.

It only made you cry harder.

Eventually the tears subside and Marcus drapes the bedclothes over you both and pulls you into his side, gently petting your hair until you both fall back asleep, it was barely 7am after all and you didn’t even know how late Marcus had got in. You still had a lot to discuss but you were both exhausted, physically and emotionally. Your head was pounding from the amount of tears you cried and you just needed to shut out the world for a little while longer, held safe in the comfort of your husband's arms until you fell back asleep.

When you do wake up again, barely an hour later, Marcus is already out of bed and wandering around the suite, freshly changed into a new set of clothes and shoving his old ones into the suitcase you had already packed. There’s a takeout coffee cup waiting for you on the bedside table when you open your eyes and you sit up, wordlessly taking the simple peace offering and taking a drink.

You get through a few sips but your stomach is doing somersaults. All the anxiety and emotions of the last twelve hours or so wear heavily on you so you place the cup aside and climb out of bed, holding the sheet tight around your frame as you head over to the dresser where Marcus had kindly laid out your last clean outfit for you.

You barely speak a word to each other as you both get ready to leave this room behind. Occasional questions like “did you remember to grab your toothbrush” or “is this your lotion or the hotel’s?” as you putter around the room and prepare to leave.

Finally everything is packed, you're both dressed, the room is mostly back in one piece and you’re ready to go. You meet Marcus at the door and you both take a breath, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as your shoulders settle and you reach down and slide your hand into his. His fingers interlace around yours and for the first time all day you finally feel grounded again.

“Come on, let’s go home” he says, pulling the door open with his free hand and guiding you out.

The first week that you’re back home goes by in a blur. You both had to go back to work on Monday and you manage to settle back into your usual routines easily enough but there’s still a strain between the two of you. You know you need to talk more but had both decided you needed time to just let everything sink in and process. You missed Marcus immensely, despite the fact that he still slept in your bed every night and kissed you goodbye every morning, things were far from how they were before your birthday weekend happened.

Perhaps fortunately or unfortunately for you both, your work lives were very busy. Typically Marcus left before you because his commute was longer and you both worked long shifts most days so your time together at home while you were both still awake and functional was limited. Some nights you managed to both be home to eat dinner together, but this week it was a pretty quiet affair. You’d ask each other about your days, small talk mostly, and then if you weren’t too exhausted you’d cuddle on the couch and watch a little tv before bed and start the process over again the next day. Despite the rift, you still wanted to be close to each other. Neither of you were angry at the other; more so at yourselves than anything. That, and you were confused. It was hard to have a conversation together about all the feelings you were having when you hadn’t quite sorted them out for yourselves. And with Dave AWOL it made it even more confusing and hurtful to navigate. It was difficult to figure out where the three of you stood when there were only two of you willing to talk things out.

Your mind often wandered to Dave, particularly when you were at work and would have a few minutes of downtime. You pulled up your private message chat with him every couple of days too just to see if your single text to him ever got marked as ‘delivered’ or ‘read’, wondering if he’d unblocked you, but nothing. What was so frustrating is that you know it wasn’t one-sided. It couldn’t have been. You know what he felt with you that last night together because you felt it too. Perhaps the real reason he left is because of his loyalty to Marcus, he didn't want to be a burden on your marriage, but the truth was Dave just enriched it. And you had a feeling Marcus might feel the same way, you just needed him to admit it to you. You hoped the two of you would have a good chance to talk this weekend, you felt like it was time.

Saturday evening was finally upon you and you lay on the couch after a simple dinner, wine glass mostly untouched on the coffee table in front of you as you half paid attention to the movie playing on the TV. Marcus had had a busy day, having to work for a couple hours from home in the morning and then running some errands for his elderly father that he typically would do on a Saturday. Today took a little extra long due to him being away last weekend for your birthday so by the time he got home he was exhausted so you had offered to cook and now the two of you were laid out on the sofa, Marcus behind you with his back to the cushions and you on your side snuggled with your back to his chest and laying your head on his arm.

You attempt to focus on the movie playing in front of you because you know how tired your husband is, but he makes it difficult when the fingers of his right hand trail absently up and down your side where your shirt slightly rides up, the delicate trace of his fingertips leaving goosebumps on your flesh in their wake. You shift slightly and in doing so the fabric of your shirt catches a little more on the seat of the sofa and rises up further, and Marcus’ hand reaches a little higher too until his fingers are at your ribs. You let out a little whine at the contact. He’s barely touching you but it's more than you’ve had all week and you’re missing him so desperately so you give up the facade and turn fully onto your back, causing his hand to slip even higher until it rests just underneath your breast.

You hear his breath hitch slightly and he turns his head down to look at you, your soft, wanting gaze boring into his. Wordlessly you reach your hand up to rub at the side of his neck and turn your body again so that you’re face to face. He moves his hand voluntarily, finally, splaying it across your breast and giving it a gentle squeeze, his breath catching in his throat when he sees your eyes fall shut and your lips release a hum of pleasure.

“Marcus” you whimper, your voice barely a whisper. “Please”

It’s all Marcus needs to hear. In a moment he’s got both his hands going underneath your ass and hauling you up on top of him, positioning himself on his back with your full weight resting on him, hands still on your ass and pushing downwards to grind you against his already stiffening length. You surge forward, sealing his mouth with yours. The kiss is sloppy and desperate and filled with pent up sexual desire and you’re both moaning into it, reveling in the dominant dance between your two tongues.

“Do you wanna go to bed?” he asks breathlessly a few moments later when you’re forced by lack of oxygen to pull apart.

“Mnnnm mmm” You shake your head before your mouth latches to his again. “Need you” you mumble against his lips. “Take me right here”

“Fuck” he groans, both hands squeezing roughly at your ass as he continues to ground you down into him, his own hips thrusting upwards to meet yours. “God I fucking missed you” he confesses, mouth trailing down the side of your throat now instead as his hands reach up to the waistband of your sweats and push them down along with your underwear.

You help him free you of the confines of your pants, kicking them down your legs and finally flinging them off to the floor while Marcus grabs for the hem of your t-shirt and pulls that over your head. You're grateful at this moment that you had foregone a bra tonight, dressed for a comfortable evening at home. Marcus, on the other hand, is far too overly dressed in your opinion, still in his jeans and a long sleeve Henley. Though you find it hard to complain at the delicious friction the unforgiving denim gives to your now bare core and it's no secret to Marcus either, the way you moan and writhe against him.

“Baby, please” you whine, hands desperately grasping at the buttoned enclosure of his jeans. The button pops open and you manage to drag the zipper down but before you get any further he’s growling into your throat and shaking his head, repositioning your body until you're straddling on just one of his thighs.

“Need you to cum for me first” he demands, already sounding wrecked and breathless and you think he needs you to for his sake as much as your own, probably trying to extend this experience for longer than it would have been were he to push inside you right now like you both so desperately want him to. You let out another moan, eagerly obeying his wishes as your hands go to his chest and you push yourself upright so you’re sat on his muscular thigh and begin to rock back and forth against it, the delicious drag of denim against your weeping cunt creating a wet patch on his jeans that neither of you could be bothered to be embarrassed or care about. His large hands come up and each grab hold of a breast, expertly manipulating and teasing the soft mounds of flesh, thumbs and forefingers coming down to pinch and squeeze at your nipples until they’re hardened peaks under his touch.

“Oh fuck,” you cry out, head thrown back as you continue to ride his thigh, amping up the pace as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm that is just within reach.

“That’s it baby,” Marcus encourages, his own pupils blown wide with lust as he watches you arch your back and grind desperately against him. His hands leave your breasts and go to your hips, helping you reach that point of long awaited bliss. He bares his teeth as he watches your features contort into what can only be described as pure ecstasy and growls out the words that have been lingering on his tongue since he actively took charge of your impromptu makeout session just minutes ago, “Good girl, come on, you’re gonna fucking cum for your Daddy now.”

“Fuck!” His words, along with the relentless rocking pressure of your cunt digging into his thigh sends you flying over that edge with a screamed curse leaving your lips, your arousal pooling out of you, body trembling and spent but Marcus doesn’t let up, continuing to drag your folds along the strong muscle and it’s too much, you try to push off of his chest with your hands but his grip is strong and fierce at your hips, ensuring you get every last drop of pleasure from your prolonged orgasm.

“Fucking soak me baby” he groans and you look down to see the own wet patch he’s created in his boxers that are peeking through his partially opened jeans. It doesn’t appear to be enough that he’s finished and he’s still visibly hard as steel underneath the soft cotton, but he’s certainly gotten himself worked up to the point where the precum is eagerly flowing from him.

Evidently satisfied with you as you slow the rocking of your hips to indicate the waves of pleasure have subsided Marcus repositions you again so you’re lying back fully on top of him. He pushes his jeans down to his thighs but leaves his boxers in place as he gently ruts into you from underneath, the strained fabric of his boxers rubbing against your oversensitive sex, causing you to whimper and tremble.

“Let me suck you baby” you breathe against the hollow of his throat where your face is currently buried. Not only does your cunt need the reprieve but he’s got you so turned on you feel like you might just combust if you don’t get him inside of you in some form or another.

“Yeah? You wanna suck my cock, dirty girl?” Marcus growls and lord help you if it doesn’t send another pool of wetness right between your legs. Marcus was not normally like this. Sure the two of you could get a little kinky sometimes on your own but he’d never been like this before and it was driving you crazy with want.

You both knew what he was doing, filling a void a certain someone had left behind. Something you both craved without having to admit to each other. You both needed this, and so, you went along for the ride.

“Please Daddy, want you in my mouth, please” you beg helplessly, your lust-filled brain reduced to complete mush and barely able to string a sentence together and Marcus audibly groans at your submission to him.

“Turn around, want you to sit on my face while you do it” he breathes against your cheek and then slides his hands down to grab at your ass and squeeze firmly. His hands release you but he gives you one sharp swat to your left asscheek that has you crying out and arching into him before he helps you reposition yourself so you’re kneeled overtop of him with your knees on either side of his head and bent over his body so your face hovers above his pelvis. He pushes his boxers down to meet his jeans at his thighs then brings his hands to your hips to lower you down to his mouth just as your head retreats to take his leaking tip between your lips.

The groan he lets out into your cunt as you fully envelop him in your mouth has your lower half spasming, your thighs involuntarily squeezing his head as your hips chase the pressure of his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out, mouth falling away from him as you crane your neck back to try and get a glimpse of the feast Marcus is making of what’s between your legs. It doesn’t last long however because his hand comes up and swats at your ass again, reminding you without words what you’re supposed to be doing and you quickly oblige, turning back and doubling your efforts on sucking him off, taking him as deeply down your throat as your body will allow and swallowing down before you ease back up and repeat the action. Your hand soon joins your mouth, wrapping around the base of his shaft and stroking it in time with each bob of your head and he hums and groans his approval of your actions into your core as he continues to lick and suck and prod at your clit and hole with his talented tongue.

When he feels your thighs trembling again and his own release too rapidly approaching he goes for what knows drives you crazy and will easily pull another orgasm from you and sucks your clit into his mouth, relentless and unforgiving until your mouth rips off of him and you cry out, your hand pumping him furiously as wave after wave of your orgasm crashes around you and you ramble out little mewls of pleasure and praise at how hard he’s made you come.

He lets out a content, satisfied sigh as he slows the efforts of his mouth, gently bringing you back to earth with slow licks and prods of his tongue until you're shaking and trembling begins to subside and your rocking against his face finally slows. Your hand wrapped around his length has also slowed to barely moving, not having brain capacity or muscle coordination to simultaneously pleasure him and ride the aftershocks of your own orgasm but Marcus is thankful for the reprieve, needing to be inside you before he finishes.

“Up,” he gently demands, tapping lightly against your hip and you pull away from him with a long drawn out groan, your limbs feeling like jelly as you attempt to get control over them again. Marcus chuckles a little but is quick to help you, gently raising your hips and then pushing you forward as he manages to snake his own body out from underneath you until you’re on hands and knees on the couch and he’s behind you.

“Lean forward, just relax” he instructs, pushing lightly on your shoulders so your elbows collapse and you slowly slide forward, knees still bent and kneeling on the couch but your face now buried in the seat cushion. “Yeah, just like that” he coos, fingertips tracing down your spine and you arch at his touch, desperate and ready for him. He lets his hand trail further still, over the swell of your ass until he’s between your legs and he gently plays with you, fingers gliding through your slick folds and up to circle at your clit before they slide back down and prod at your entrance.Your body keens at his touch, back arching, ass up in the air as your arms stretch out in front of you, not unlike a cat waking up from a long nap in the sun and Marcus lets out a little chuckle.

“Yeah, this is where you need me, hmm?” He rasps, voice low as he teases at your entrance with his fingers. “Poor baby needs her pretty little pussy filled up?” His hand leaves you only to go to his own mouth so he can wet his fingers with his own saliva before he brings them back between your legs and presses two inside of you, curling them just right and sliding in and out of you a few times before he adds a third. It’s so much, feels so good, and yet still not enough.

“God, Marcus, please. Please fuck me” you cry out, desperate and needy, hips beginning to rock back and forth against his hand, anything you can do to get some relief.

He gets up from the couch suddenly to rid himself of the rest of his clothing before positioning himself behind you again, grabbing hold of his hard, leaking member and guiding it between your legs. He groans when his naked flesh finally makes contact with yours, his smooth length pushing back and forth between your wet folds, coating himself in your slick and the tip of his cock teasing at your clit. You whimper unintelligibly at the contact that stimulates every last one of your nerve endings, your whole body keening with delight.

Marcus marvels at how soaked your folds are as he slides through them with ease. “Yeah you’re nice and ready for me, hmmm? Gonna be my good girl?”

“Yes, please, take me. I fucking need you so bad.” You’re not above begging at this point, especially if it gets you want you want, need, crave.

With your desperate pleas still lingering in the air Marcus lines himself up at your entrance and presses forward, filling you completely on the first push of his hips until he’s buried to the hilt, his hands gripping tight around your waist, thumbs digging in deep to the meat of the top of your ass.

“Holy fuck” he groans as he takes a moment stilling inside you, needing a second not only to let you adjust, but to resist his own temptation to let go and finish before he’s even begun. It’s only been a week but it somehow feels like an eternity since he’s last had you. He’s done his best to distract himself with work and other obligations but not a minute of the day has gone by where he hasn’t thought about you, about how much he missed you, how much he needed you. It had taken everything in him not to beat himself off in the shower every morning this week, the only thing holding him back was knowing how much better it would feel when he finally gets the relief the way he wants it; being inside of you.

After a few long moments and steadying breaths, Marcus manages to collect himself and center himself back into the moment. His hands grip you a little tighter and he finally begins to move, pulling back with a slow and delicious drag of his cock against your walls until he’s almost fully out before he slams forward, driving himself back deeply inside with a single snap of his hips that sends you lurching slightly forward, something between a gasp and cry punching out from your lungs.

“Marcus! Oh my - fuck. Baby, fuckfuckfuck” You’re a mewling, writhing mess underneath him as Marcus keeps up his steady pace, fucking into you with reckless abandon, hips pistoning back and forth, fast and hard.

“Yeah you like that” Marcus grinds out through clenched teeth before he lifts his right hand and lands a sharp smack to your ass, causing you to jolt forward again. “Can feel you fucking trying to squeeze me out baby, choking my cock. Good girl. Good fucking girl” he groans, railing into you even faster and you’re reduced to just mumbled cries and gasps into the couch cushion your face is still buried in.

“I can’t hear you” he suddenly growls, one hand leaving your hip to grab your hair and force your head to tilt up and oh fuck if Marcus pulling your hair doesn’t do something to you.

“I fucking love it!” You cry out, breaths coming out hard and fast. “Love taking your big cock Daddy, don’t stop”

“Shit… baby, shit I… fuck!” Marcus curses, not faring much better as he ruts into you like a man possessed. He lets go of your hair and repositions to your hips, his fingertips digging into your sides so desperately that you know come tomorrow you’ll be bruised but you don’t care. You want the reminder, you’ll welcome it even.

“Take me. Takemetakemetakemetakeme” You chant breathlessly, the words punching out of your throat timed perfectly to each of his rough forward thrusts.

Somehow despite you being fucked into a near stupor, you find the wherewithal to sneak a hand underneath yourself and reach between your legs, fingers desperately rubbing fast and furiously against your aching and needy clit. It only serves to empower Marcus, seeing how desperate you are to climax again and despite the less than comfortable position he’s got himself into kneeled on the couch he takes full advantage, leaning down slightly to wrap an arm all the way around your throat so it’s caged in by his bicep, the other gripping the back of the couch to get as much leverage as he possibly can from the position and he doubles his efforts. He pushes harder and faster until the room is filled with the debauched sounds of wet slaps of skin and heavy breathing and moaning and within a few short moments your vision goes white behind your eyelids and you cry out a shuddering gasp turned moan and your hand falls away from your now oversensitive sex as your orgasm takes over, the effects of it gushing out of you and coating Marcus’ length, dripping down to his balls and surely leaving a mess on the couch that you can’t begin to care about right now.

“God Baby, you’re so fucking good, fucking soaking me” Marcus manages, voice faltering along with the steady rhythm of his hips as he bucks into you sloppily now, the sheer force of your constricting walls inciting his own release and with a few more pushes of his hips he begins to paint your insides.

“Holy fuck” he reiterates, body spent and breathing heavily as he slowly continues to rock in and out of you. You whimper and moan underneath him, the overstimulation bordering on too much as you wait for your trembling to subside.

Marcus’ grip on your throat loosens significantly so you can fully catch your breath and he brings his hand up to run soothingly down your back instead, still fucking into you deep and slow and honestly you don’t know how he’s found the stamina or managed to stay hard but you’re not about to complain, he feels that fucking good.

“You want me to stay inside you?” He asks, though you both know he already knows the answer.

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth and manage to mumble an affirmative “mmmhmmm” into the couch cushion.

“Fuck you full of my cum, you like that baby?”

“Yes, fuck,” you tear your face away to the side so your words are no longer garbled into the couch cushion, you want him to hear you. “Fucking me so deep Daddy, holy shit it feels so good.”

Marcus hums his apparent satisfaction at your words, his hand that was gripping the back of the sofa coming to join the other to soothe up and down your back and sides, occasionally smoothing over the globes of your ass before they come back up and make their way up towards your shoulders again. He manages to keep going for another minute or so until he physically can’t, his cock softening inside of you eventually slips out and you both groan at the loss but his hands don’t stop touching you. When his spent dick leaves your swollen sex he leans down and places little kisses all over whatever inch of flesh on your back and shoulders he can reach until finally he pulls away, standing up from the couch and offering his hand to you. You take it, and with a groan (and Marcus’ help), manage to pull yourself up from the sofa. His fingers interlace with yours when he grabs your hand and he wordlessly leads you out of the living room, up the staircase to your bedroom.

Once inside he guides you immediately to the ensuite bathroom and turns you to rest with your back against the countertop while he busies himself grabbing a fresh facecloth from the linen shelf and turns on the hot water, wringing the cloth out a few times before turning off the taps and turning to face you. To your surprise, and a night and day contrast to how he was acting just minutes ago, he sinks to his knees on the unforgiving marble flooring and gently pries your thighs apart and then stares up at you, holding your gaze as he gently cleans up the mess between your legs. Your hand comes down to push through his hair, pushing it back past his forehead and a smile pulls at your lips. Once he’s finished cleaning you up he rises to his feet again, tosses the cloth in a nearby hamper and then his hands go straight to your hips, a gentle barely-there hold and he looks down at them, murmuring under his breath at the little discolored indents on your soft flesh, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

It catches you off guard, the question. He seems unsure and maybe even upset with himself and you frown, reaching for his face and forcing his gaze back up to meet yours.

“Baby, no, of course not. You could never hurt me”

“Promise?” he asks just to clarify, soft, round brown gaze boring into yours.

“I promise. Marcus, that was… thank you” is all you can think to say. He seems to accept your answer, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, hands leaving your hips to come up and cup your face as his tongue parts your lips and slips inside to entangle with yours. When he finally pulls away you’re breathless and lean your head forward to rest on his shoulder, arms going around his waist.

“I just love you so much” he whispers against your hair. “I’d do anything for you, you know that?”

“I know” you murmur. “You do do everything for me Marcus. I love you too, more than anything” Your arms tighten a little more around his middle and you bury your face in his neck, unable to hold back the few tears that spill out. Marcus nuzzles at the side of your face and you can feel his own tear stained cheeks as he holds you close in the quiet serenity of your bathroom. You both take a minute to just let the moment settle over you before finally Marcus heaves a little sigh and pulls back, quickly wiping away at his face with the back of his hands.

“Come on, let me take you to bed”

You spend the night in his arms. The steady beat of his heart where your ear lays pressed against his chest lulling you into a peacefulness that you hadn’t felt in days.

Sunday is a whirlwind. The first time you wake up it’s to Marcus with his head between your legs, slowly lapping at you like a cat with a bowl of cream. He’s not hurried or frenzied or even seemingly trying to work towards an end goal of an orgasm for you, he just needs to be close to you, taste you. He lazily licks and kisses and sucks at you while you gently writhe your hips against him, hands lost in his soft hair and fingernails occasionally scraping against his scalp, which you know he loves. He murmurs little sweet nothings into your heated core while he pleasures you for what seems like a small eternity, never tiring or complaining, just reveling in the closeness. You end up orgasming twice during his time down there, which you’d guessed to be about an hour, both coming on quick, strong and sudden and from seemingly nowhere. Your hand fists in his hair and your hips arch upwards and still as he works you through each one and then he continues on. By the time your second orgasm has fully settled you gently push at the top of his head and he takes your wordless request, single digit slipping out of you and mouth moving away from your over sensitive sex to kiss and lick at the insides of each of your thighs, the top of your mound, and eventually making his way up your body until he’s lying on his side next to you.

He’s being his soft, sweet, gentle self this morning, you think it’s his way of making up for last night. Not that he has anything to make up for, at least in your mind.

“Baby,” you sigh, right hand coming up to cup his cheek.

“I love you” he says, in a way that makes it seem like he needs to remind you, like he’s saying it for the first time and needs to ensure you hear him.

“I love you too” you assure him.

He opens his arms and you crawl into them without question, letting him hold you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and you half draped over top of him with your face resting on his chest. He gently pets your hair and places little kisses to the top of your head while he holds you and you let out a content little sigh, snuggling deeper into his chest. You feel the unmistakable hardness of him between your two bodies but he seems to be trying to ignore it so you do your best not to grind against him like your body’s instincts want you to.

“We should talk” he murmurs against your hair and you gently nod your head in agreement.

“We should”

“How do we start?” He wonders honestly and you shrug your shoulders a little.

“I think first and foremost we need to be honest, no matter how hard it is to say or how hard it may be for the other person to hear”

“I agree” he says quietly, heaving a sigh.

A long silence stretches on before you realize you’ll have to be the one that starts this conversation.

“I miss him” you decide to start with, straight out of the gate. You agreed to be honest, after all, and that was the first thing on your mind, and it’s been on your mind all week. Your voice is quiet, meek even, but loud enough you know he’s heard you.

“I do too,” Marcus confesses, his arms tightening a little more around you, like he’s afraid you’ll be upset with his response.

You do gently pull away from Marcus’ hold, but only because you want to be able to look him in the eyes while you have this conversation so you gently push back and raise yourself up a bit so you’re fully on your side facing him. You settle his nerves by quickly wrapping both your hands around one of his and giving it a firm squeeze, bringing it to your lips to place a kiss on it.

“Why do you think he left?” You ask next, unable to hide the hurt in your voice.

“I don’t know” Marcus sighs deeply, his free hand coming up to scrub over his face. “I thought, at first, maybe you know it was me? Like what we did… he… didn’t like it or regretted it or something”

“Did you like it?” You flip the question back to Marcus. You assume he did, but you two really hadn’t had much of a conversation about it. He’d told you what they did, but didn’t dwell on it or how he’d felt about it.

“Um,” Marcus turns his face slightly away from you and you can see the tips of his ears turning a brighter shade of pink.

“Hey,” you say firmly, hands dropping his so you can place one on his cheek and force his gaze back to you. “Honesty, remember? There’s nothing you can say that will change how I feel about you, ok? Ever”

“I know, I’m sorry” he closes his eyes and takes a breath before opening them again and his gaze finally settles on you. “I… I mean, yes, ultimately. It was amazing. I came like… really fucking hard” he admits with a laugh to cover his obvious nerves and you offer a reassuring smile, nodding your head for him to continue. After a moment, he does. “I don’t know though, like I’ve never done anything with a guy before, or ever wanted to, so I think it was more so because it was Dave, rather than what we were doing? If… if that makes sense?” He tries, trailing off and unsure of how to articulate himself.

And it does make sense. At least to you. Because what had started between the three of you was supposed to be Dave offering you both something different, new, but then last weekend you had been with Dave in a similar way that you are with Marcus and you’d loved that too. And last night how Marcus was with you was everything Dave typically brought to the table and you loved that as well and yet, you still missed Dave. Not just the way he grabbed your hair when your mouth was around him, or the filthy words he’d murmur against your ear when he was deep inside you, or how his hand would tighten around your throat and release just moments before your orgasm inevitably crashed around you, but you missed him. You missed Dave.

“No, I get it” you finally say out loud, gently nodding your head. “Last night was… God Baby, that was fucking amazing” you admit, grin stretching across your features as you tilt your gaze back up to look at him and his own smile tugs at the corners of his lips like he’s elated to hear you say that.

“Yeah?” He questions with uncertainty in his tone.

“Yeah” you affirm with a solid single nod of your head. “But that’s kinda my point. Last night you gave me everything I could’ve wanted before and you did it so perfectly but…” you trail off, wanting to make sure you choose your words carefully but then you don’t have to because Marcus picks up on it immediately.

“But you still miss him”

“Yeah,” you shrug, your voice soft and you bring your gaze down to your lap, fingers absently picking at the sheet covering you. “Is that okay?”

Marcus heaves a sigh, pulling you close into his chest again and you go willingly, snuggling in his warmth and letting him hold you.

“Of course it’s ok”

There’s a long stretch of silence until finally Marcus murmurs into your hair, barely above a whisper but you hear him clear as day, “do you think you love him?”

Tears instantly well in your eyes and you turn your head to bury it in your husband's neck, bringing your own arms out to wrap around him and keep him close. You don’t give him any type of verbal confirmation or denial, because you haven’t really figured that out for yourself, but the non-answer is perhaps an answer enough itself for Marcus. He knows it the moment he feels the hot tears on his skin and he hugs you tighter, large hand splayed across your back gently smoothing up and down your spine and whispering quiet little affirmations about how it’s ok as he holds you in his arms.

You don’t need to assure Marcus that you still love him, or that your feelings for Dave in any way take away from what you feel for him. He knows, because deep down inside in a place that he hasn’t allowed his head or heart to go yet, he knows has similar feelings for Dave too but that it doesn’t change a single solitary thing he feels for you.

“I know, I know” he gently soothes, slightly rocking you in his arms as your tears begin to flow freely.

He continues to hold you, letting you cry until finally he hears you sniffle a few times and he knows the tears have begun to subside before he speaks again.

“I uh… went by his office. This week”

That gets your attention. You gently push away from his chest, quickly swiping at your wet face with your hands before you lean back enough so you can look at him again.

“He wasn’t there” Marcus quickly offers, before you get too invested. “But I asked around and someone eventually told me he took a sabbatical. I guess he was due for one for a while and never took it but Monday morning he came in and put in the request and told them it was urgent so they let him take it” Marcus finishes with a shrug.

Your heart sinks even further as Marcus tells you this. You had no idea it was this bad that Dave would rather abandon his job just to avoid seeing either of you. You still don’t understand it all, what happened. You wish he would just come back and talk to you, explain himself. Even if it was to officially end things, at least you’d know where he stands.

“Wherever he is, I hope he’s OK” you sigh, snuggling further into Marcus. At least you still had each other. Your mind doesn’t want to wonder whether or not Dave has someone in his own bed to help ease the pain away. Not that he doesn’t have every right to, but it hurts your heart too much to even consider that he might.

“Yeah, me too” Marcus echoes your sentiment, bringing his lips down to press to your forehead.

You spend the rest of the day naked in bed together, making love for hours. It’s slow and sensual at first as Marcus explores every inch of your body and you of his, re-cementing your bond through every touch and kiss. You both need this. When more urgent needs arise your pacing and breathing picks up but what doesn’t change is the way you hold each other's gaze the entire time, refusing to look away even as you both reach your climaxes and your eyes beg to squeeze shut. As the day drags on and the sun begins to set outside your bedroom window you’ve lost count of your combined orgasms, only taking breaks when you need a refractory period during which one of you will patter off to the kitchen to get something easy to eat in bed along with some water and bring it back for you both to refuel your energy.

You talk more too, in those in-between moments when your bellies are full and your libidos are taking a much needed rest. Eventually you even get into hypotheticals, what you would have done had Dave not left that night, how it would change things for your relationship going forward. You both agreed you wouldn’t mind him being a more permanent fixture in your lives,if that’s what he wanted. And not just for sex. You wanted to have dinners with him, and lazy Sunday mornings in bed. You wanted him to come over after a long day at work and all cuddle up on the couch together, or for him to let the two of you take care of him in whatever capacity he needs whenever he needs it. You just wanted Dave. Both of you did.

You realize though that talking like that only makes it hurt more, knowing Dave clearly didn’t want the same thing. Maybe you and Marcus had gotten too familiar with him, too close, and that’s why he left. He never signed up to be part of your marriage and maybe what you’d thought you’d felt that last night with him was just delusion on your part. If he’d felt what you felt, how could he have just walked away?

You both ultimately resign to the fact that it’s over, whatever you had with Dave, and you mourn the loss together and make the united decision to put all your efforts into building your marriage even stronger than it had been before. The two of you need each other more than ever to fill the Dave York sized hole that was left in both your broken hearts.

Less than a couple hundred miles away the man in question sat at a small dining room table in the overly priced and blandly decorated vacation cottage he had rented for the summer. The sound of his children laughing and playing in the front yard brought a smile to his face just as he lifted his coffee cup to taste that first morning sip. He’s thankful in this moment to his ex-wife for allowing him to take his girls on an impromptu summer getaway to the quaint little beach town just one state over in Delaware. He missed them, of course, and always wanted more time with them, but really and truly he needed an escape from his life. He knew it was only a matter of time before you or Marcus would come looking for him and knew that Marcus could easily get access into his office building with the credentials he had so he felt he had no choice. He couldn’t face either of you right now, it was too painful. He knew if he didn’t stop seeing you now, he’d never want to stop, and that’s not what either of you had signed up for. It was easier for everyone this way, he’d let you get back to your lives and he would rebuild his own into what it was before. Quiet, solitary, comfortable.

Over the two and a half months he was away he would occasionally pick up his phone and check on your social medias. Neither of you posted a lot, but when you did you always looked happy. Marcus with his arm around you at an outdoor music festival, cocktails on a patio somewhere at sunset, a picture of Marcus in a sharp suit at one of your work fundraiser events standing next to the coat check with a slightly crooked smile on his face and holding your purse for you with your cute little caption that read ‘name a more perfect husband, I’ll wait’. Marcus had ‘liked’ and replied to the post saying “anything for my perfect wife.”

And they were perfect, Dave mused with a heavy sigh, clicking off his phone and tossing it across the table before burying his face in his hands. He needed to stop this, it only made it harder instead of easier. His children were a great distraction during the day, but at nights when he was alone in bed, his mind and his dick always betrayed him and thought of the two of you. He’d wrap a fist around himself and close his eyes, picturing the way you looked up at him on that last night together when he stood broken and desperate at your doorstep. Or Marcus sinking to his knees in front of him in the shower, or the way he felt when tremors racked his body as he came with Dave’s strong arms wrapped around his wet body.

God he missed you. Both of you. And unfortunately for him his sabbatical was coming to an end and the school year would be starting for his kids again and he had to go home, face reality. It was ok though, he doubted you still thought of him or would even bother to come looking for him after all this time. He could go back to the way his life always was. Dave had always been good at compartmentalizing and he could do this, too, he thinks. Washington was plenty big for the three of you, what were the odds he’d even run into you?

He didn’t know it at the time, but he was about to find out.

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Kinktober: Day Eight: Sex Pollen/Fuck or Die.

Dave York x F! Reader.

Warnings: Dub-con due to sex pollen.

Summary: You inhale a mystery powder on a job.

Word count: 1489

Thanks again to @absurdthirst for her incredible prompt list 🩵

The building is eerily quiet, the supposed party that’s happening on the second floor is either a blow out or you’ve been given the wrong day. Still your feet climb the stairs and you make your way towards the banquet hall with your boss on your heels.

He says nothing and it makes you feel more uneasy, and the expression etched on his face doesn’t help. He’s pissed. This is clearly a setup or a waste of time, but neither of you can leave until you check to see if your target is on site.

As you approach the door, Dave steps in front of you, signalling for you to unstrap the pistol attached to your upper thigh. His fingers fan out around the doorknob and he twists it open revealing an empty room and you both sigh.

He slams the door behind you both as you step into the room and you notice the envelope with his name taped to the wall. “Dave,” you call out, before signalling to the envelope.

“Open it,” he snarls, “It’ll be McCall. Taunting me. Letting me know he’s always one step ahead.”

You nod before taking a few steps towards the wall and pull it off, opening it immediately and falling into a fit of coughs as a plume of powder breaks free from the envelope hitting you in the face.

“Fuck,” you splutter, before throwing down the envelope and attempting to cough up the powder you’ve already inhaled, not noticing him run up behind you, and pick up the envelope himself.

“At least one of us had the sense to put on gloves,” you say, as you notice him examining the white powder and trying to ignore the fire starting to burn in your veins.

“It’s potent,” you murmur, as it starts to intensify, “Fuck, it’s hot in here.”

“No, it’s not,” Dave says matter of factly, with a snarl and a flash of his teeth. “We need to get back and find out whatever the fuck this is.” He reaches out and grabs your arm, leading you back towards the door and hurrying you downstairs and out the building.

By the time you reach his car, your whole body is burning, your limbs are tingly and you’re soaked in between your legs. “Fuck, Dave,” you murmur, as an uncomfortable need starts to rip through you, an arousal so strong that it’s painful.

“This wasn’t McCall,” he growls, “This isn’t his style.” The engine roars to life and Dave seems unaware of your predicament, “Whatever you’ve inhaled Ari will be able to identify it and we can reverse it or sit with you as you ride it out.”

You writhe uncomfortably in your seat, squeezing your thighs together desperately to get a little bit of friction and some relief from the fire that’s burning there. “Dave,” you whimper, as he speeds towards the safe house, “It fucking hurts.”

“Where does it hurt?” He asks, still focusing on the road.

“Ev-everywhere, but uh, fuck,” you moan, cutting yourself off with a cry as he rounds the street corner and pulls up to the safe house.

“Come on,” he orders, as he swings open his car door and starts running up the stairs towards the house. You groan loudly before stepping out and following him, almost keeling over as you reach the front door and the burning in your stomach becomes too much to bear.

“How much did she inhale?” Ari asks, as you finally step into the house, arms clutching your stomach.

“Not much,” you answer for Dave, “But it was like a cloud of smoke, I moved away before I could take a big inhale.

“Go to your room,” Dave orders, as you become more and more unsteady. “We will let you know what it is.”

**

Peeling off your dress you cringe at the amount of slick that has dripped down your legs, your panties soaked with your arousal as it continues to burn in your veins. “What was that shit?” You murmur to yourself, before throwing yourself on the bed and slipping your fingers between your legs to start to work away some of your need.

The relief is almost immediate, your bundle of nerves crying out with pleasure the second you press your fingers to it. You close your eyes and let yourself fantasize about Dave, as you find yourself doing most nights, and in no time you’re biting your lip to stop yourself crying out loudly in pleasure.

For a few moments you relish in your orgasm, letting yourself come down and exhaling as the burning seemingly dies out. But after just a few seconds the fire is back, and more intense than before, ripping through you like wildfire and sending your pleasure receptors into overdrive. You slip your fingers back between your legs and rub your clit as fast as you can, desperately working your bud to quench the thirst you feel like you’re dying of.

**

“It’s a type of pollen,” Ari tells Dave, “It’s used primarily in sex clubs where they have people to monitor its users, because it can kill you. The trick is to not engage with it,” he says with a shrug, “It wears off pretty quickly as long as you don’t get your heart rate pumping, but if you do, it can last for hours.”

“Shit,” Dave cusses, “It makes people… aroused?” He asks, with a rise of his brows. “I guess I'll let her know.”

“Yeah,” Ari murmurs, “Whoever left that for you to find, figured you’d be alone and wouldn’t be able to fight off the effects by yourself.”

Dave nods, and makes his way to the door, hurrying out and towards your bedroom and pushing open the door without knocking.

**

“Fuck.” He grunts, as he catches you rocking against your hand, tears dripping down your face as you try to work yourself through it.

“It won’t stop,” you cry to your boss, “Whatever it is, it won’t stop.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he says, surprisingly softer than you’re expecting, before walking towards you. Your fingers are still working their magic as he does, “You’re going to rub yourself raw.” He tuts, “It’s sex pollen. I’ll explain later, but you’re not going to be able to fight in by yourself.”

You whimper as he gently touches your legs and asks, “Can I help?”

Silently you nod your head ferociously as he drops to his knees, wrapping his hands around the backs of your legs and pulling you closer to him.

The first swipe of his tongue feels like heaven, he’s meticulous with every motion he makes as he focuses on your clit. After a few dozen flicks of his tongue, he pushes his fingers inside your dripping hole, fitting two with ease and curling them up against the spongy spot.

It doesn’t take long until you’re cumming on his face, rocking your hips up and tangling your fingers in his slightly overgrown hair before your thighs squeeze around his head.

He pulls his head away, as he studies your face for more pain, and it doesn’t take long before it’s flashing up again. “Need you.” You murmur, “Please, Dave.”

“My fingers or my tongue?” He asks, as he dips his head back down, licking a wide stripe from your clit and all the way down.

“Your cock,” you whine desperately, and he chuckles from between your legs.

“You sure?” He asks, before pushing himself back up.

“Yes,” you almost scream, watching as he works his belt and pulls down his pants and underwear in one clear sweep. “Please.”

“Whatever you need, baby girl,” he smirks, before pushing himself into you with a sharp snap of his hips.

He’s thick enough that it hurts, it’s overwhelming and exactly what you’re needing, and he fucks exactly how you imagined. Hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he pounds into you, fucking you into the mattress and drowning out the pain coursing through you and replacing it with pleasure. He wets his tongue and presses down on your clit, rubbing the softest circles as his hips continue their deliciously harsh treatment on your cunt.

With a scream of his name, you clamp down on him so tightly that his hips stutter and a cry of your name slips out of his mouth. Your cum drenching his cock as he works you through your high and with a dozen more thrusts he’s painting your walls and extinguishing a little more of the fire inside of you.

He grunts as he pulls out of you, dropping back down to his knees to see his cum dripping from you, before pushing it back in. “I’ll give you my tongue and my fingers again, and then I'll be ready to go again, baby,” he soothes as he can tell it’s starting to flare up again. “As many times as you need.”

[joelalorian]

Dave fucking York, my friends. There’s no way I’d be able to hold out for the third date 🥵🥵

This is a work of art, Ali, my god 🥰

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 | Dave York x reader

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summary | Dave was the exception to your rule, fortunately. But, he still wanted to do things the right way, his way.

author's note | @pr0ximamidnight is partially responsible for this, constantly feeding me ideas and tiktoks, which birthed this baby.

content warning | 18+ smut, divorced!dave, soft-ish!dave, age gap (unspecified), dating apps, g*n play (consensual), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, this has an unnecessary amount of backstory, i wrote this during gremlin hours don't judge me

word count —6k

They never make it past the third date. Ever.

Except for Dave.

You’ll give him credit where it was due–he was older, wiser, and more charming than any man who you’ve swept right for on these awful dating apps you’ve tried out in the past year. And by an even crazier chance, you had met him in person; a run-in at a coffee shop that would have usually ended in one of you spilling coffee on the other, but actually ended in him stealing your drink and you his own. 

He’d only been halfway paying attention when they called out the order instead of the name, subconsciously assuming he was next, he had swiped it up without a thought and left you dumbstruck and being slid a black coffee with a look of apology from the barista who knew he had just walked off with your drink.

Usually, you would brush it off. Spend another fifteen minutes waiting for a fresh drink, but not that time. You had chased him down, a block from the coffee shop and a sharp right and you were on his heels, his face buried in his phone and the coffee cup hanging from his fingertips in his right hand, clearly undrank. 

“Hey,” You shout exasperated, but he doesn’t whip his head around like you expect. You huff, jogging a little closer until you can tap at his shoulder and as if his reflexes had kicked in, he turns on his heels and has a sudden look of annoyance, not much different than the one he held in the coffee shop but his brow was more pinched—until you hold up the coffee cup that belonged to him.

It had a name on the ticket—you looked it over. Dave. Black coffee. Six shots of espresso. 

Your eyes widen at the sheer amount and you pass it over, watching as he stuffed his phone in his pocket, “Six shots? That’s—”

“Not nearly enough,” He grumbles, swapping out the drinks with a surprisingly gentle grip.

He’s dressed for work, donning a charcoal gray suit with a maroon button-up. He looks official, stoic, and serious, intimidating in a way that makes you want to shrink away. 

He takes a peek at your order before he passes it off completely, smirking slightly at the sheer amount of caffeine you had ordered for yourself—not in the form of a straight black coffee and an insane amount of espresso shots, but it was calling a spade a spade. 

You both clearly had your vices.

After that, he’s a familiar face. Someone you see the Monday mornings after a terrible Sunday night date, rubbing at tired eyes as you reach for your coffee, and eventually he finds himself more curious than he should be, wondering how someone at your age could seem so…burdened. Not that it wasn’t possible, but it was clear that you never ended your weekend on a high note, and burying the shittiness under a mountain of sugar and syrup was your way of coping.

Fortunately, the coffee machine had been on the fritz one particular Monday which lent you a moment of conversation that was surprisingly refreshing given your unfamiliarity with each other.

He slaps the back of his phone against his palm as he does a quick glance over your figure, hunched under the protection of your sweater you chew at your bottom lip, staring down at your feet.

“Rough weekend?” He asks casually, looking over at you curiously.

You could smell his aftershave, the rich scent of expensive cologne. 

You weren’t sure why he was speaking to you, but you answered anyway.

“That easy to spot?” You volley with him, glancing up at him briefly before leaning into your hip.

“Comes with experience,” He shrugs, seeming far more approachable than you would have expected. You conspicuously track your eyes over him, how perfectly put together he was, not a piece of his outfit out of place, aside from the prominent tan line on his ring finger.

Married. Or…was married. You didn’t feel it was your position to throw that kind of question at a stranger.

“Oh,” You feign intrigue, feeling the words slip out before you can stop them, “plenty of experience in the field of dealing with men who can’t be bothered to hold a thirty minute conversation and expect you to fuck them after the first date?”

You’re expecting him to balk and walk away, wonder what the hell was wrong with you—but instead, he smirks again. More prominent than the first time.

“Sorry,” You apologize meekly, “that was—It’s been a rough morning.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dave brushes it off, his name sounding in your head again as it comes to you, “and no—I don’t, but still—a bad weekend is a bad weekend.”

You raise your eyebrows slightly as you nod in agreement and it is within that small distraction of conversation that the machine comes roaring to life again, but instead of walking toward the counter to order, Dave slips in front of you.

You have half the mind to tell him to fuck off for cutting, but when you hear your coffee order spilling out of his mouth you stare at him wildly, giving him a look of confusion after he pays, scribbling away at a receipt before he turns and walks silently toward the other side of the shop to fetch his coffee order. You follow wordlessly, obediently as he nods at you.

“Consider it returning the favor for the first time I screwed up with our orders,” He tells you, smiling at the barista she slides the two cups into his hands—he shoves yours into your open palm, receipt tucked against the cup with his thumb as it transfers to you, “and fuck those guys.”

You laugh softly, sipping gingerly at your coffee as he departs with a half-smile, footsteps clicking against the tile floor as he departs with a hand shoved into his pocket as he shoulders open the door. The receipt is long forgotten and tucked into your pocket.

It isn’t until hours later as you're throwing your coat over the back of your couch that the paper floats to the floor, staring at you like it had its own set of eyes. You pluck it up curiously and pull apart the crumbled-up ball, noting the smudged black ink scribbled on the back of the receipt.

Third date is the rule, right?

Followed by his name and a haphazardly scribbled number.

So, not married. Definitely not married.

You text him without a second thought, finding that his response is almost immediate.

Suddenly, you needed to know all about him.

—

And you made that your mission.

Texts turn into calls, sparse and spread out but it was kept light in the beginning. General small talk, and occasional flirting, but still you had far too many questions. The one thing you do learn is that he was divorced, not newly, thankfully. It had been a couple of years and he admits very early on that he doesn’t do this often.

Whatever that meant.

He’s older, but you don’t feel the need to address that. He knows you’re in college, mid-twenties, but beyond that, you’re just a puzzle he’s piecing together on his own. Learning about you over the following weeks with a refreshing interest you haven’t been privy to before.

Your first date happens on a Saturday, a late night and last minute plan due to his often changing work schedule. It was shitty food at a small diner in town but it didn’t matter.

Eventually, he does slip up and admit that his work is freelance—but under what pretenses you weren’t sure, always skirting around the subject. And usually, you would see the immediate red flags, but that doesn’t happen. He seemed like a private person and maybe over time…

He doesn’t ask you the much-anticipated question after your first date, but he does kiss you.

It was soft and quick, fleeting in a moment as he walks you to your doorstep and leaves you reaching for more, but all you’re left with is a smug smile as he climbs into his car.

The second date is fancier, a few weeks later between occasion phone calls that would last longer than they needed, but you didn’t mind, sometimes Dave liked listening to the sound of your voice, he’d admitted at one point—Dave had planned this date out in advance at a nice restaurant in the uptown area of the city, giving you dress code requirements, exceptions, and all of it is entirely overwhelming. 

But, it fades the moment his hand touches your waist. 

There wasn’t a feeling of fear or an immediate urge to run away. It was protection, the warm and steady touch of him at your back just felt safe and it went against every fiber of your being to feel this way about someone so easily. But, the way Dave winks down at you as you fumble with the bracelet hanging loosely around your wrist reminds you that you have nothing to worry about.

The dinner is ridiculous, for you—convoluted meal courses with silly names that have you furrowing your brow in confusion as you look up at Dave who only seems entertained by your amusement, feeding you a piece of the shared dessert with the single fork they had served with the plate. It was intimate and shocking how easily you gave in tointo it and followed his lead. 

Trusted him.

You aren’t sure if it was his original plan, but he ended up at your place later that night.

He does walk you to your door again, but you’re not as easy to let him go this time. A few flutes of wine in your system and you’re far too clingy to let him slip away—begging, pleading for a few extra minutes.

“I’ll give you a quick tour,” You tell him softly, a sultry tone to your voice as your bottom lip pulls between your teeth and your hand's slide off the lapel of his peacoat, dragging him backwardinto the door that leads to your apartment building, “seriously—just a few minutes.”

“Sweetheart,” The endearment slips out despite himself, but he doesn’t thwart you off, his hand twisting and intertwining with your own as you lead him toward the elevators.

“Third date rule, remember?” You tell him, smiling sweetly, “Don’t worry, I’ll behave.”

“I’m counting on it.” 

—

As promised, Dave only stays for a short time. However, the tour was a total lie.

You kiss him gently as the door closes behind him. Quick, closed-mouth pecks that are driving Dave insane, but he grips your biceps, pulling you back with ease.

“Behave,” The gruffness in his voice brings you back to the surface, “you promised.”

Dave has never lacked self-control, but with you, it was nearly impossible.

Luckily for him, you felt like following your self-set rule, but it doesn’t stop you from cuddling up on your couch for a brief time, a hand combing through his thick, perfectly quaffed hair—though the same couldn’t be said now, slightly askew as he squeezes at your thigh when you pull at a few strands too hard.

“Ask it,” Dave says suddenly, seeing the apprehensive look in your eye, “whatever it is.”

“I’m just curious,” You tell him honestly but quietly, your eyes dragging up his face until they meet his own, “about you—I feel like I know bits and pieces, but nothing…real.”

He grunts, a non-committal response.

“I can keep your secrets,” You tell him like a sacred promise, “no judgment, either.”

His thumb drags over your nose in a sweet, gentle manner before it lands at your chin, cupping the side of your face as he begins to speak in the quiet room.

“I have two kids,” He admits, “—two girls with my ex-wife. We share custody but because of work…it makes it harder to see them often.”

You make a face, one that conveys sadness, a feeling of empathy as his gaze drifts off behind you while his fingers massage gently into the back of your neck.

“Don’t do that,” He pleads, “don’t feel like you need to–”

“You are the first guy in eight months that hasn’t tried to fuck me within two hours of meeting me,” You tell him, a soft giggle bubbling in your throat, “There is no need, Dave.”

“It’s taking…a lot of effort on my behalf,” He admits with a soft laugh, his normal monotone and emotionless face cracking with a smile, “I’m trying.”

“I just—I don’t want you to feel like you need to be careful with me,” You assure him, “I won’t break that easily. I’ve shared with you, I want you to feel like you can do that with me.”

“Tell me something else about yourself then,” He waits, your mind trialing away for a moment, thinking.

“I feel like I never have control over anything—my life, my relationships,” You sigh, “it…it is a lot deeper, I think. But, I don’t know how to fix that. Sometimes it feels pointless.”

Dave nods slowly, and thoughtfully. 

“I can teach you control, sweetheart.” Dave assures you, “Do you want that?”

The intensity in his eyes is new, but it doesn’t scare you. Instead, you find yourself nodding obediently. He kisses you that night again, more intensely than he ever has, a hand fisted into your hair, your body curled around him and it is nearly impossible to let him go.

—

The third date is intimate, as you had expected.

He invites you to his place and it takes you a few minutes after hearing him say it for the words to click in your head, until he reiterates it again and you agree eagerly. 

It was how you ended up on his couch after a full, delicious meal that Dave had cooked you himself and the drone of a local news channel playing on the television as you curledl up at his side, taking in the sights of his own apartment. It was so…detached. No family pictures, no drawings, no personal artifacts outside of expensive art and sculptures that had to cost more than a month of your own rent, maybe even two.

“How can you afford this?” You ask harmlessly, eyes dragging up to the gaudy chandelier hanging overhead, “I mean, your living room is the size of my entire apartment.”

“I’m not a starving college student,” He jokes, taking your playful jab in stride, “—this is just a temporary space, sweetheart. I…travel a lot for work, I’m only ever here maybe one week out of the month really.”

It explained why your dates were so spaced out and why phone calls and texts were preferred over an in-person meeting. But, he’s still skirting around the topic and it heightens your worry the tiniest bit.

“My turn to ask a question?”

You nod.

“If I had tried to fuck you on the first date, would you have let me?”

You smirk slightly, knowing the answer despite your distaste for the other men.

“I’ve had…really bad experiences any time I break that rule,” You admit, “it’s another situation where I feel like I’m losing control and it quickly turns into something I’m not interested in. I want to say no, but the answer is probably yes.”

Dave’s eyes go pensive, his gaze dragging to the small gap between you both, the arm slung over your shoulder stopping for a moment, but his touch remains, his fingertips against the slope of your neck and he’s fighting something within himself. You can see it.

“Just say it, Dave,” You find yourself pleading with him, “I think we’re beyond the realm of a third date. Whatever it is, I promise not to judge.”

“I know I told you I work freelance, but it’s…more than that,” He looks around, wondering if he should flee now and escape this conversation, but your gaze is heavy and unrelenting, “I used to work for the CIA, but things happened. Now, people hire me too—”

The gears are working overtime in your head, putting things together as he speaks, and really—it should have been more obvious, that far disconnected from his personal life, and the unwillingness to share information so freely.

“You’re a hitman?” You break the tension and spit out the word he’s dancing so carefully around.

“More or less,” He nods, carefully examining you to gauge your reaction.

“I mean, you’re not just…going around killing innocent people, are you?”

“Only the people that deserve it,” He doesn’t want to go into detail, already seeing the disconnect on your face, “It isn’t—it’s not something I’m doing often and it isn’t shit that I take lightly. It’s also not at all ethical and if you want nothing to do with me now, knowing that, I can respect that—”

“Would you kill me?”

Dave looks at you incredulously, “No—what kind of question is—”

“Then—” You shrug, “it isn’t my business, unless you want to make it my business.”

“You are…something,” Dave says aloud, his thoughts trickling from his mind to his mouth.

You smile, tilting your head as you rest it against the back of his couch.

“Did you still want a lesson in control?” Dave asks curiously.

You nod silently.

“Do you trust me?”

“So much,” You admit, “it’s a little embarrassing.”

Dave sits up then, nodding toward a far-off room you hadn’t been privy to exploring yet.

“Follow me.”

—

His bedroom is large, but it isn’t anything surprising. It’s dull colors and clean, almost sterile. But, you still wander—and he allows it, lingering as he unbuttons his cufflinks and strips himself of his button-up shirt. You run your hands over the soft sheets on his bed and climb on carefully, feeling your dress ride up with the movement, the cold touch of the comforter bringing you back to reality.

“I wanna try something,” Dave admits, tilting his head to meet your gaze from across the room, “—and I need to hear it again, that you trust me.”

“I do,” you nod easily, “I trust you.”

“Take your dress off,” He instructs and you’re slightly confused, but you follow his direction and pull the dress over your head, bare breasts spilling out with the lack of bra you decided to go without and Dave’s gaze lingers, heats up, his movements only slightly more hurried as he works at his slacks, “lay down—close your eyes.”

You laugh quietly at the absurdity of his clinical tone of order, but the weight of him as the mattress dips has your body pulsing at the thought, cunt throbbing at the smallest hint of his smell that you’ve become so accustomed to.

“I’m going to put something in your hand,” Dave tells you, “only open your eyes when I say so, alright?”

You nod obediently and unfurl your hand, feeling a heavy weight press into your palm and another hand trail down the inside of your thigh, squeezing at the junction where your inner thigh meets your cunt, and then his other hand is grabbing your hand, and curling it around the object and your senses do the work for you, unfortunately—

“Dave, is that a—” Your heart races in a panic as your eyes rip open, “is that a fucking gun?”

“Baby, calm down,” He soothes, and weirdly, it works, “the safety is on.”

He retrieves the gun that has fallen from your grip and returns it, dragging the weight up until your hand is resting between your legs, the barrel of the gun pressing into the skin just above his belly button, watching as his bare stomach flexes against the cool touch of the gun. It was then that you had a moment to admire—you figured this line of work required him to keep some kind of strict regime for himself, but it wasn’t clear until now. He’s wide, and broad, but you already knew that much. He’s not ripped in a sense, but he looks—feels strong, his tight grip on the inside of your thigh an immediate sign and he breathes, pushing against the barrel.

“You want control? I’m giving it to you.”

“Dave, this seems a little—”

He guides the barrel down, down, until the weight of it catches against the front of your underwear and guides your hand in slow, careful circles as the tip of the gun catches your clit and you find your pussy quivering at the action, but not out of fear.

You were turned on and Dave knew it.

“I want you to be comfortable around it,” He admits, and oddly, it makes your heart ache, “but if you don’t like this—we can stop.”

You find the gun dragging back toward his abdomen at his words and the smile on his face is immediate. Dave doesn’t move a fucking inch.

“No.”

“There’s my girl.”

His thumb replaces the barrel, rubbing slow circles over your clothed clit, and his eyes are locked on you, somehow managing to make everything else fade in comparison.

“Can I taste you?”

It sounds lewd, more than it should. Like an animal dying for a taste, He can feel the warm, wet spot forming in the patch of underwear covering your cunt and he needs it, but only if you’ll allow it.

You nod, the barrel slowly crawling up his chest as he lowers himself, fingers hooking into your underwear as he pulls them down, tilting his head up to look at you as his warm breath fans over cunt, “Put it against my head,” He suggests rather than orders, and you’re hesitant for a moment before he’s giving you that nudge, his tongue dipping into your cunt without warning as he’s lapping up the center of your pussy, groaning as the barrel presses front and center to his hairline and your back arches, fingers still carefully off the trigger but tightly wrapped around the grip and you moan, so loudly you find yourself trying to muffle the sound with your hand.

“Soundproof,” Dave notes, “don’t hold back, baby.”

He doesn’t either, his fingertips digging into your thighs as he spreads you wide, broad shoulders giving you no relief as he licks, quick and practiced tongue flicks over your clit until you’re keening, the gun trembling in your grip as he presses his head further into the barrel, leaning down until he can slip his tongue inside of you, grunting at the way you cry out, walls pulsing around his tongue.

He pulls away suddenly, featherlight kisses over your pussy, gentle lips over your mound and it feels like it’s all in an effort to tease—you’ve never gone this far before with him but somehow he was already in tune with your body, and frankly, you’ve been waiting too long for this to allow him to drag out your release any longer than you’ll allow.

He grins as the barrel pressed more firmly at the center of his forehead, a silent demand. But, he’s not satisfied.

“Tell me. With your own words.”

“Make me come,” You order him, another firm press, “now.”

He buries his face into your cunt without another word, nose pressed against your clit as you felt yourself clench around the work of his tongue and fingers, the breach of one, as it pushed inside of you, had you squirming under his touch. Your grip on the handle slips but Dave is there, hand wrapping around your own to keep it firm as he hums, lapping you up greedily. 

Your eyes are half-open, stuck staring at the plain ceiling as your head tips back, gasp caught in your throat as he doesn’t relent, his mouth moving over your clit to suck, alternating between that and precise flicks of his tongue before you’re curling over the edge with a loud moan, all while Dave’s hand slips to the barrel, keeping at steady while he admires you, the strain in your neck as you shout, legs shaking around his head as he finally gives you some relief, trapping him there as he cleans up the mess between your thighs.

He rises slowly then, gun trailing down until it drags against his chest, watching it indent in his skin until you’re pressing it against the bulge in his boxers, the dark material hugging his thighs and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, and nod as his fingers trace over his waistband, still unmoving despite your eager eyes.

Take control.

“Take them off,” You tell him, the end of the gun tucking itself between the fabric, a playful smile pulling at your lips, “I wanna taste you, too.”

He hesitates, his palms pressing against your knees as he tilts his head slightly, “This is about you, sweetheart.”

“And what I want is your dick, in my mouth—is that too much to ask?” You pout slightly, dropping the gun to the comforter as you pull at his waistband but his hands stop you—maybe you weren’t as in control as you thought, it was all just metaphorical and Dave was into some weird shit.

“I’ve got…plans, for that,” Dave hints lightly, grinding his bulge into your palm as you press it against his clothed cock, “how about—you let me fuck you? I did make it to the third date, after all.”

He wanted you to be selfish—to soak up all the pleasure he was attempting to offer. He knew your past hookups couldn’t have been great; short three-minute fucks on the bed inside some dirty apartment of the man you had selected for that weekend, this was about you. 

He wasn’t trying to control you, but rather guide you. 

“Plans?” Your ears perk up as you lean forward, one hand tucked behind you for support as you squeeze at his cock over the fabric, his hand sliding over your neck to caress your cheek, his thumb rubbing over the curve of your lips before tilting your head up, “Who said I keep things going after the third date?”

He can see the inkling of playfulness in your expression as he surges forward suddenly, getting his hands underneath you and pulling your hips over his own, squeezing at your thighs as you instinctively ground yourself down against him, a wet patch forming in his boxers.

“Grab it,” He nods to the lone weapon.

It feels feeble now, just a prop. Sure, it made your heart race at the weight of it in your hand—that it was real, but you knew there was no real danger. Still, you play along.

You pick it up, examining it leisurely as you move your hips, “Have you killed anyone with this?”

Dave nods silently, his eyes following the line from your abdomen to your cunt, watching as your cunt dragged over the material and he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted something so badly, his thumbs pushing at his waistband, but the jerk of the gun being set effortlessly in your grip and placed at the center of his chest startles him for a brief moment.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” He answers, “I have—does that scare you?”

You nod absently, helping him as you lift your hips and let him push his underwear down his legs, kicking them off haphazardly as you drag your bare cunt against him and his mouth falls open slightly, his eyes still closely following your face, waiting for your response.

“No,” You shake your head, because as much as it should—it didn’t. 

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Dave teases, feeling the subtle flex of your fingers into his chest with the hand that you had free, the barrel dragging up slowly until it forced his chin higher, resting just against the center of his throat.

“Maybe,” You reply, “does that scare you?”

“Baby, nothing scares me anymore.”

You flick off the safety in the heat of the moment, but there’s no reaction, not even a flinch. 

“I wouldn’t have given you that if I didn’t trust you,” He ignores the way your face softens, a frown forming on your face, “Don’t—don’t worry. You won’t, I know you won’t.”

He guides your hips up as your eyes stay locked on the weapon at his throat, finger off the trigger but your heart is hammering in your chest, afraid that even one small movement would be a mistake. But, there was something in the way his jaw flexed, pressing his throat even further against the end of the gun as he slid into you, hand fisting his cock as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp, sinking further and further, until he was rooted inside of you.

“Don’t think,” He tells you, “just move, baby—take.”

Take it, claim this. Him. 

It dawns on you in the heat of the moment, mind partially clouded that this was the craziest thing you’ve ever done, especially for someone you were fucking for the first time.

But weirdly, you felt comfortable—and you knew if you wanted to stop, Dave would allow that. Still, you didn’t.

You rock your hips slowly, free hand gripping his shoulder as his own fingers dig into your skin, aiding in the rise of your hips as his own lifted and smacked into yours with a quickly building intensity. No words were shared, just sounds breathed into each other’s skin.

He trails a hand up the center of you, curled around your face as his thumb presses against your bottom lip, pulling until it touches your teeth and you finally understand, taking the digit into your mouth and sucking.

Dave’s thrusts are rough, precise. It hits a spot so deep inside of you that your entire body aches at the feeling, rubbing against your g-spot with every stroke, feeling your eyes roll back in your head as he forces his thumb down on your tongue, a wordless communication as the the gun slips with you fleeting mind, but he’s there with his hand on the barrel to keep you steady.

“Come,” You command, “come inside of me.”

And his sanity be damned, he was. He didn’t care what the aftermath would bring—he’d do whatever you needed him to, silently praying that you weren’t that reckless. 

You wouldn’t have asked otherwise. 

Your nails dig into the muscle of his broad shoulder and his hips jerk at the feeling of you squeezing down on him, your thumb hesitantly pulling back at the hammer of the gun—he knows that sound and he feels the vibration of it against his throat as he comes, it hits him like a force.

He grunts through gritted teeth, rocking your hips with every weakened thrust as he pulses inside of you, still having half the mind to swat the gun away carelessly, his demeanor changing on a dime after you’ve had your fill of him. You shout softly as he rolls, trapping you underneath him with his hips and hands, shoving your palms under the pillow, and settling between your legs.

Your first instinct is to reach out, and touch him.

“Don’t,” He warns, “don’t move.”

You freeze, hands squeezing at the silk pillowcase, fabric bunching on your grip as he reaches for the gun.

“I want you to come again,” He demands, flipping the gun in his grip, the barrel pointed at you now.

“Dave—“

“Again,” His eyes flick down, “—get creative.”

You take a shallow breath, eyes pleading.

But, you knew you could. You wanted to, especially with him looking at you so hungrily, unexpectedly pushing his cum back into you with two fingers as you felt it seep out, a touch so delicate that it gives you whiplash against the dark dichotomy of his tone.

“Hold—hold it against me,” You tell him, “please?”

“You’re asking?”

“Do it,” You sound more steady and he moves with hesitation, pressing the tip of the barrel against your swollen clit, already too sensitive and the moment he presses the cold metal there your entire body shutters, mouth dropping open in shock, “fuck—I’m too sensitive.”

“Or I can fuck you with it, is that what you want?”

There’s a brief moment of intrigue that crosses your features and Dave can’t help but chuckle, his cheeks dimpling with the emotion.

“You’re trouble,” He admits, “so much fucking trouble.”

You rock your hips against the hard, but somehow dull edge, knowing that it would only take a few seconds but you were teetering, riding that line and needing more.

“Dave, please—your fingers,” You squirm, eyes squeezing shut as you grip the pillowcase so tight it might rip under the stress, “put them inside of me.”

Thankfully, he does. It’s the crook of his middle finger and the weight of the gun against your clit that pulls you over the edge a second time, vision whiting out as you came and forcing a broken sob from your chest, finding that the emotion floods you in an instant.

It wasn’t sadness, just a feeling that overwhelmed you.

Pleasure, peace, and with Dave staring at you with such adoration you weren’t sure how you’ve gone this long in your life without him.

You sigh shakily, “Fuck, that was intense.”

“Hey, sweetheart, look,” Dave cocks the gun back and your eyes draw to the weapon, showing that it was empty—it had never even been loaded, “it was all about control, alright?”

You laugh lightly, the absurdity of the situation sending you into a temporary delirium. Dave recocks the gun and flicks the safety back on, placing it on his nightstand before he’s tending to you, pulling at your arms and rolling over onto his back. You cuddle against his chest wordlessly, his soothing hands on your back a constant presence as he fumbles for the blanket, covering you both.

“I’ve never done that before,” You admit quietly.

“Did you enjoy it?”

He doesn’t know why he’s asking, he already knows the answer.

“I trust you, so much,” You admit, “I don’t even know—“

“I wouldn’t have attempted that on a first date,” Dave tells you, “just so you’re aware.”

“Oh, so the gun has a three date rule, too?”

He knows you’re being coy.

“It has a you rule, sweetheart. If you had said no, I wouldn’t have questioned it.” He tells you, feeling your heart swoon despite the absurdity of the situation, “Being behind the barrel of a gun, pointing it—it’s that surge of adrenaline. The control of the situation. I wanted you to feel that.”

You stay silent, lost in thought as you stare at him, watching as his gaze flicks down at you briefly with a knowing smirk, “Plus, I never would have handed you a loaded gun—not when you don’t know anything about gun safety. Was that your first time holding one?”

You nod meekly, wondering if he was going to feel regret.

“Would you teach me? If I asked?” You ask suddenly.

“How to use one?”

“I mean, is there a better person to ask?”

Dave chuckles dryly, a faint smile showing that quickly disappears.

“I’ll teach you, baby. As long as I get a fourth date.”

“You can have as many as you want. Five. Ten—“

“Careful,” He chided, “there’s still stuff you don’t know. About me.”

“I want to,” You assure him, “in your own time—as much as you’ll tell me. I can wait.”

Dave feels like he’s taking advantage of your kindness, your blind willingness to trust him. But, it has been so long since he’s had this—a confidant, someone who he could connect with without judgment. 

He knows you’ll find a reason to run eventually, they always did.

“How do you feel about Paris?” He asks suddenly.

“It’s…pretty? I’ve never been but it seems alright.”

“Are you free next weekend?”

Your eyes widen at the implication.

“Dave—“

“Is that a yes?”

You nod shyly.

“Perfect,” He mouths into your hair, pressing a kiss against the scalp, “pack something fancy to wear.”

“How fancy?”

“Absurdly fancy,” He chuckles.

Because if there was one person who could get you to agree to anything, it was Dave.

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Falling Sky (Dave York)

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Warning: mention of attempted murder, mention of murder, threatening murder.

Summary: Pt4 of Isn't My Affair Anymore. Everything that could wrong for Dave, does. Inspired by- Red's - Falling Sky

Dave was not his usual calm and collative self this morning; constantly checking both his phone and wristwatch almost every second as went through his normal morning routine in helping get the girls ready for school, anxiously awaiting a notification that the job had been successful. All that soon shifted once Carol entered the kitchen with the person, he least expected.

"Honey... the front doorbell is broken. Your old army buddy was at the backdoor for almost five-minutes..."

"Actually, I was his team leader... seven years", McCall comments broadly smiling at a dumbstruck Dave.

Now it falls all around me Did I think I could run away? Now it's coming to find me This world that I deserve Now it burns across this shattered earth I lift my eyes to fire

*

Carol and the girls had left Dave and Robert alone in the kitchen to talk and it didn't long for it all went to hell.

"I took this off the guy who tried to kill me yesterday", Robert explains, placing a cell phone on the table. "Just like you said... 'cleaning up'. Everybody's looking into the Brussels hit, nobody's safe. You, your family... nobody."

"It's military encryption", he remarks when Dave reaches out for the phone. "You should take it to the office, run the numbers... check the names against the passenger manifest in and out of Brussels on the day surrounding the flight."

As a speechless Dave, scans through it. "Whoever we're looking for may call to that phone...", Robert states matter-of-factly as he points to it.

"I'm on it. I'm on it", Dave anxiously obliges, placing it inside his blazer pocket. Taking a quick look at the kitchen entrance, then down at his wristwatch. Robert watches all this with a broad smirk, taking out his own phone then.

Silently, Robert makes a call, placing it on loudspeaker and immediately, Dave's phone begins to ring. With pursed lips, Dave silently avoids eye contact with him whilst it continued to ring. Finally looking up at Robert with a death stare then.

"Tell me I'm wrong Dave...", Robert stares at him disappointedly. "You gonna answer it?", he presses when Dave refuse to respond to neither his question nor the ringing phone.

"What happen, Dave?", Robert asks.

Finally, removing the phone from his pants pocket, Dave slowly waves it in the air and points it at him. "You died...", he gives a short sarcastic chuckle, throwing the phone onto the table in defeat.

Under a falling sky Hopeless, there's nowhere to hide The terror is real this time Under a falling sky I'm under, I'm under a falling sky There you are, so far away Did you think I was fighting you? I only wanted to carry you so far away from here The nightmare bleeds, the poison seeps I hear you call, you're screaming, screaming

*

After revealing all to Robert, Dave and he left the house, making their way across the street to the vehicle stationed on the corner. Resnik, Ari and Kovac exits it as the two nears and Dave silently signals for them to standdown.

"Gentlemen...", he greets them, and they return it.

"Looks pretty good for a dead guy", Resnik remarks with a grin as Dave anxiously stands on the sideline, finally speaking up then.

"We all want you to know that this is nothing personal."

"What you do, what you become... is not my concern", Robert remarks. "The world is full of so-called men like you, when in a perfect world... everything we do, comes with a price. But this ain't a perfect world. People do bad things, if you lucky you get a chance to... set it right."

Dave stares deep in thought at Robert's words as he continues, "but most of the time, it goes unpunished. This ain't one of those times... The mistake you make was you killed by friend, so I'm gonna kill each and every one of you." He makes a point of staring each of them dead in the eye, "and the only disappointment in it for me... is I only get to do it once."

Under a falling sky Hopeless, there's nowhere to hide The terror is real this time Under a falling sky I'm under, I'm under a falling sky

My fate it rains, it rains like cinder The cadent drums, the war it comes Growing thunder, terror, wonder Falling, falling, it's falling

*

"Does he know everything?", Resnik enquires once Robert had left with Dave's family.

"Basically", Dave grunts in response as stared down the empty street.

"Does he know about-", Resnik gets cut-off by Dave.

"No, he doesn't know about her being part of the team and I plan on keeping it that way."

"We should still warn her though", Resnik presses.

"Don't need to", Dave states. "She's already on high alert and went into hiding. Put in leave from work immediately after Susan's memorial, went to her house and it was empty."

"What?", a confused Resnik stares open-mouthed at him. "How did she know?"

"She doesn't know about McCall", Dave grunts out, confusing Resnik even more.

"Then why?"

Bracing his hands on his hips, Dave's drops his head with a heavy sigh. "She figured out about Susan instantly when she saw my face at the memorial. Also figured out that I realized, she figured it out and bailed immediately."

Sucking his lower lip inward, Dave squints back up at the empty street, "she thinks I'm going to kill her. That's why she's running."

"Were you going to...?", a now pale Resnik stares at him.

"No. Never...", Dave scoffs in disbelief at his question. "How could Resnik even ask him that? How could you even believe he would do that to you...?"

Resnik exhales a heavy sigh of relief and Dave just side-eyes him. "We should at least try to get in touch with her, warn her about what's happening", Resnik pushes.

"No!", Dave growls out, grabbing hold of Resnik's jacket. "As long as she believes I'm out to kill her, the safer she is." Letting go of Resnik and pressing the heal of palms into his eyes for second in frustration, Dave finally glares at all three of them. "McCall can never find out about her involvement with the team...", he warns them. "Are we clear about that?"

All three nod in silent agreement. "We have to prepare", Dave states, "we have to kill him before he kills us."

Dave remained outside long after the others had left, staring in a daze at the still empty street whilst be battle the inner turmoil brewing inside him.

"No matter what happens, McCall can never find out about you. You were never a part of this, he created this mess, and he was going to fix it. Even if he couldn't save himself, then at least he could save you."

Under a falling sky The terror is real this time It's over now, it's over Now

The terror is real I'm under, I'm under a falling sky

Under a falling sky I'm falling, I'm falling The terror is real this time I'm falling, I'm falling Under a falling sky I'm falling, I'm falling I'm under. 

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MBFD - Ch. 12: Promises For the Future

Dave York x Female Reader

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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

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

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

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

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

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

Please talk to me

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

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

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

His wife.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

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

“Baby, please.”

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

“What shit?”

“You flirting with other women!”

“I wasn’t flirting with her!”

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

“I wasn’t flirting with her!”

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

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

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

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

“Why does it happen at all?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How often did that happen?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love how excited you are for me…”

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

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

“I love you, I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby…”

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

“Yes.”

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

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

“Baby… you do it so good.”

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

“Just like that…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god.”

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

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

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

“Baby, I… I don’t know if -”

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

“You will, baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I work for the Defense Intelligence Agency.”

“Yeah… I know that.”

“Well… I deal with, um… bad… guys.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wha -”

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

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

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

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

This pleased him.

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

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“Are you feeling any better?”

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

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

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

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

“Sounds like a plan.”

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

Speak of the devil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meet me in the parking lot at halftime.

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

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

“We don’t have a lot of time, I -”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

“There you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!”

“You’re back!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For one night? Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? What did she say?”

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

“Holy shit, she knows.”

“Babe, I -”

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

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

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

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

“Ready?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m, I’m so sorry, Goof…”

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know, that’s not a bad idea.”

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

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

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

“Sometimes, I wish you were my mom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not an idiot.”

“Then why do you ask stupid questions?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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