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angelicpoison12 · 2 days ago

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unkowingly meeting a vampire leader on a boardwalk... Strawberry laffy taffy and flirting ensues <3

tags: fluff, first meeting, david powers (the lost boys, 1987), vampires duh, teasing, flirting, he's kind of an ass i'm sorry ya'll, petnames (babe, dollface), gn!reader, no pronouns used :3

wordcount: 2.3k

SFW ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

Summertime. The one time of year where the three key party elements were easy to come by: drugs, sex, and booze. A feast for kings, especially ones of the devilish Santa Carla, the Murder Capital of the World, is what the punks that hung around in the candy shops called it. Saltwater taffy and frozen yoghurt couldn’t keep away the bitter tang of unknown kidnappings. People disappeared left and right. It didn’t matter if you were a child, a teen, an adult... You were bound to be taken. By whom, you say? By them.

The bloodsuckers.

The worst part about being immortal in David’s opinion honestly was not being able to settle down with anyone. Being turned at sixteen had changed him greatly, not just physically, but mentally the most. David had to come to terms that he was immortal, even before his first kill. Santa Carla was his home. He found solidarity in his cave, his throne, his friends... Yet something was missing. David didn’t even particularly love Star, no, she was just another add-on for their coven. Star was too calm for him. David needed adventure. Someone who would be willing to turn for him. For it all. Flesh and bone, red or blue blood, no matter what it was. He needed someone.

David could smell it. The air smelled like June sleepovers. A time where parties were rapid-fire, water became vodka, beds were never empty, and the air was always warm so there would be no need for clothes.

He sat, perched atop a tree. The other boys were on the carousel causing some havoc like usual, which he often smiled at. But right now, he was far too deep in concentration. His nose kept catching a smell. It was floral and had a small touch of candy to it, kind of like a carnival. He sniffed long and deep, exhaling through his mouth, a faint glimmer of his pearly whites showing. It smelled fresh and free for the taking. A blossomed California wildflower in need of pollination, the yearning to be shown the real chaos of Santa Carla. The more he sniffed, the stronger it became.

Flying across the moon, he continued his search, pupils dilated, heart stopping as the need to feed increase. David didn’t want to necessarily kill this person. Well, if they were a nazi, then maybe he’d consider it but...

That. Fucking. Smell.

It just kept getting stronger and stronger, overpowering all of David’s senses. He nearly stopped flying from how hard it was hitting his nostrils. If this was what a smell could do to him right now, he kind of wished he was human again to experience it in a normal way. When landed just behind the Santa Carla Ferris wheel, he had to press a hand to the metal engine, panting and coughing, attempting to catch his breath.

Fuck... All of this, over a smell?

He finally found the source. It was merely breathtaking. It made David’s cold heart finally pump for the first time in nearly eighty years. He could feel his face buzzing with unfamiliar warmth, and his eyes blacked out everything surrounding the figure he hyper focused on. With a deep inhale, and a deeper exhale, he confirmed this to be the figure carrying the intense fragrance. Jasmine flowers, cotton candy, and saltwater laffy taffy. He didn’t mind that this person didn’t exceed any forbidden beauty standards, or that they seemed lost in their own world. No, in fact he adored that. He wanted to hold this beautiful soul and suck it right out of their throat like a leech. A bloodsucking, life draining leech. That’s what David was once the charm had settled, and the first impressions had been rolled up. He was just a monster looking for his next meal.

The interaction was happening before David could even stop it. With a smirk, his river blue eyes meeting yours, and a curl of his pointer finger, you were beckoned over. His eyes might’ve given the appearance of fresh water, yet the water beneath them was anything but. David had no fresh water whatsoever. It had been muddied and dirtied to the point where no oil spill could compare. He was filthy and unholy as vampires come. You seemed to be the opposite. Even if you weren’t a bootlicker, you’d be more of a saint than him. He burns in the sun, holy water makes holes in his flesh, and he feeds on human blood. If that wasn’t enough to disobey every word in the good book, then nothing would suffice it.

“Hey,” Just a singular word, that was it. And it felt tighter than usual for David. He was known in his coven for being the social butterfly, the one that recruited others, the guy that was the charmer. Why was this person making that all flutter backwards? You didn’t say anything. You could only smile and nod, giggling, a little bashful under such an ethereal man’s gaze. “I’m David. You new around here? You don’t look familiar.” David hummed, leaning in closer, almost invading your personal space. You didn’t move away. The energy felt electric, nearly palpable. It could fuel a nuclear weapon if necessary. “You could say I’m new...” You responded. The words were shot and soft. David’s mere presence felt forbidden. Looking into his irises, his spiky blonde mullet being blown by the saltwater air, his high cheekbones. It was all too much. This was a man of undeniable beauty, that was a given.

“You get any taffy yet? It’s gotta be the best treat down on the boardwalk,” David said with a chuckle. You felt your eyes widen at his keen intuition... Or rather his keen nose. “I did, actually! The strawberry was my favorite.” “I can tell.” You felt confused at first but gasped gently when he leaned in closer. His thumb tenderly rubbed over your plump bottom lip, swiping away some pink coloring from the taffy. David put his thumb in his mouth, smirked, and then stepped away. “You’re... You’re gonna go?” You asked suddenly, breath stolen and cheeks flushed red. David’s smirk widened. He knew he had your attention now. That was how you got the eyes of these little ones; with tender affection with slivers, slowly adding more and more until it became whole cakes, only to take it all away last minute. This was the perfect execution.

“Yeah, I’m going. Why? Wanna join me?” David asked, looking over his shoulder at you, the bottom of his frayed jacket flowing in the wind a little. You wiped some hair out of your face, huffing, feeling yourself tremble a little. A part of you did want to go with him. But you also didn’t want to risk anything. You barely knew him; he could be a kidnapper! Or worse. Then again what was worse than a man? “I’m, uh... I’m okay. Will I at least see you again?” Your voice wavered a little. You tried to hide your desperation the tiniest bit. For once David’s smirk faltered a little. He sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy layers atop his mullet. He then turned to fully face you, humming in a soft, silky voice, “Maybe. I’ll be looking for you, baby.” His voice made your heart thump nervously. “I-I have a name, you know!” You stammered, watching as he walked away, your heartbeat in your eardrums. “I’m aware. I prefer ‘baby’ more though,” David said, winking before disappearing into the sea of people amongst the rides and smell of roasted caramel smothered peanuts in Santa Carla.

People are strange. Especially when you’re a stranger, among other strangers...

It was a little embarrassing how desperate you had become. How could a two-minute interaction leave you so helpless, aching for more? You weren’t usually one to chase. Especially someone like David. But who could blame you? He was so charming, even from afar. His blue eyes spoke of depth that the Titanic couldn’t bear to see. The tiniest bit of baby fat on his cheeks, that warm, boyish smirk of his, those plump heart-shaped lips, the stubble that was just a shade darker than his bleached hair... You felt your eyes flutter rapidly as you reimagined him. Fuck, you were a goner for sure.

The bed no longer felt cool, even with your window open, happily inviting the soothing winds of the beach inside. The breeze smelled salty and comforting, a smell that you had missed from your childhood. It didn’t ease the yearning you had for David though.

“Knock, knock, dollface.”

You could recognize that voice like a bloodhound with non-drooped ears. The raspiness from smoking, drinking, and partying like there was no tomorrow. A teasing edge that felt like a razor blade on sheep wool in the winter. David. David, the man with the sapphire eyes, spring corn colored hair when it was just barely gaining color from the warmth of the sun, skin that hadn’t aged in over eighty years of being undead. “David.” Your voice was a soft whisper. You had to rub your eyes once or twice just to make sure you weren’t dreaming, sitting up but feeling woozy. “Easy, babe. You might be a little sleepy still. I wanted to come and see you before I went to bed.” David said. He nonchalantly laid beside you, and you couldn’t help but nervously snuggle into his arms. Go to bed? You checked your alarm clock, jaw dropping. “Go to bed? David, it’s almost four in the morning...” You said weakly, yawning. “Yeah. You could say I’m a bit of a night owl.” He responded, winking. “Y’know, I really like the petnames... But a real gentleman knows what the name of his courting mate is.” “Huh. Classy.” David said with a half-assed grin. He then politely asked your name, in which you gave it. He rolled it off his tongue once or twice, testing it, as if tasting a delicate wine for the first time. He licked his lips, closing his eyes for a split second to open them lazily at you. His eyes reminded you of a trusting cat that was at ease in someone’s presence. “You’re different. Not like the others I’ve met around here,” David commented, running a pair of smooth, leather gloved fingers up your arm. You shuddered, feeling goosebumps prickle the flesh. The cool beachy breeze filtered in and out, letting your curtains flow like angel wings in the moonlight, shadows basking and shifting in a blaze in your room. “You say that like I’m special.” “Well, it’s not often that I visit someone so early into meeting them. I don’t wanna play games with you... Something tells me that you’re not as patient as the others. Am I correct about you, dollface?”

The way he said it. Fuck, he had to be fucking with you at this point, right? How could a guy that you barely knew read you better than your own mom? This was crazy. As if he were a mindreader or something. “Jesus, you sound like those cheap palm readers down by the boardwalk.” You laughed lightly, but visibly on edge. David’s smirk widened when he noticed your unease. “Hey, hey... Easy now. I’m gonna go, okay?” “Eugh, not this again... Come on, I was just getting comfortable with you again...” You whined, exasperated when David got up, brushing off his jacket. He affectionately pulled the covers over your shoulders, smoothing the airy material. He then bent down to whisper in your ear, “Relax. You act like I’m gonna disappear or something.” “Okay, but-”

You turned to attempt to see his face, only to see the creamy wall of your room. The moon reflected off it. He was gone, just like that.

Choking, you scrambled out of bed, pulling the curtains apart to look outside, attempting to try and find the ravenous man that had left you howling harder than before. David was a torturous son of a bitch. A real nuisance even. Was he really being truthful, saying you were special? And that you’d see him again...? Your head felt fuzzy and tired, and your heart felt sick with a sense of impossible loving. David was so out of your league. You ran your hands over your bare, prickled arms, feeling the flesh and sighing, closing your eyes. You imagined it was his instead. Those smooth leather gloves that had a cooling touch to them. You swore if you thought hard enough that you could feel his dangling earring against the pulsing skin of your neck, the blood rushing through your brain at what his lips might feel like pressed to your temple in the dead of night.

No, no... None of that. None of those thoughts. It was bedtime, okay? You needed to settle down. Climbing into the now achingly lonely bed, you pulled the duvet over your frame. You felt the tiniest bit of moisture prick your eyes. It wasn’t out of sadness, but a sense of cruelty. If this was David being ‘friendly’, then fucking hell, you didn’t even want to imagine what his ‘mean’ side could look like. Or if he even had one at all.

Like they all say; tomorrow’s a new day.

my sweet snowflake buddies!

@6esiree , @cosmiiwrites , @frxstwalker, @ithopi0s, @activesplooger, @dolly-lil-lambie

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justsomerandomfanfic · 5 months ago

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Cold Hands - David Powers X GN Reader

Title: Cold Hands

David Powers X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Marko, Paul, and Dwanye (Mentioned)

WC: 3,294

Warnings: Mentions of smoking/cigarettes (Not by Reader), love at first sight?, italics, banter, flirting, teasing, one curse word, kind of soft David, suggestive, blood-drinking mentioned, suggestive blood-drinking mentioned, and fluff

Leaning up against the wooden rails of the boardwalk, you wrapped your arms around yourself; a breeze flying past you, sending a chill down your spine. Beside you, David stood. Cigarette loosely sitting between his lips, his ice-blue eyes wandered from person to person. The boardwalk was not as crowded as it usually was - a few groups of people here and there - but you didn't really care. You just wanted to be alone with David for a while. No offense to Marko, Paul, and Dwanye, but they could be quite the handful after a while, and it was nice to just be able to have some alone time with David; even for a little bit.

You met David - and Marko, Paul, and Dwayne - on the very same boardwalk. You were supposed to meet up with friends and go to some party that was going on, but you weren't really in the partying mood that night. Instead, you found yourself on the boardwalk, taking in the sights and smells of the boardwalk amusement park. You had already had yourself a bit of fun, going on the carousel twice, and trying your luck at a rigged game, but it was nearing the time when you'd head home for the night. But, that night, you decided to stay out just a little bit later than usual.

That was when you met David.

You could hear motorcycles roaring over the sound of children's laughter and the people's screams on the roller coaster. You followed the sound, spotting the four bikes racing down the boardwalk, weaving past other pedestrians who were too busy laughing or talking to pay attention. Thankfully, no one got hit or run over, and the first thought that came into your mind was just how dangerous they were all being.

You moved back a bit when you noticed that the four of them were coming your way, and as the first bike sped past, your eyes locked onto its rider. The bleach-blonde's head turned, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours, and for that split second, the world seemed to go by in slow-motion. His gaze was so intense, you felt your breath catch in your throat as he passed by.

But then the moment ended and you blinked, your mind racing - as was your heart. You had heard about the punk bike riders, but even though you had lived in Santa Carla for years at this point, you had never seen them up close before; even for just a split second.

It wasn't until later in that week that you saw him again. You found yourself back on the boardwalk, with some pink cotton candy in your hand. Was it crazy that you came back multiple times and stayed up later than you usually did to try and catch a glimpse of him again? Maybe, but you just couldn't get him out of your head. Not because you were interested in him - you definitely were. Not because he fascinated you - you were absolutely fascinated. But because you wanted to know more about him. He was definitely just some bad boy, wanna-be gangster. But who was he? Did he always wear that leather jacket? What was his name? How did he get his hair like that? And for the life of you, you couldn't figure out from that one split-second encounter why you had such an interest in him.

Walking down the boardwalk, you occasionally pulled at the candy floss, the sweet fake strawberry taste coated your tongue; you liked the way it melted. Your mind was elsewhere, debating on whether or not you'd get funnel cake the next time you visited the food booth. Sidestepping around another group of people, you made your way out of the amusement park. The boardwalk was crowded, as it usually was, so it was only a matter of time until either you bumped into someone, or someone bumped into you.

And you must have jinxed yourself because a few moments later, a small group of children ran past you, laughing and giggling as they made their way into the park. The last child, stumbling behind, ran right into your side, making you lose your balance and stagger to the side and right into someone's chest. Two hands wrapped around your waist, stabilizing you.

Finding your footing, you felt warmth rise up in your cheeks and ears from embarrassment, "I am so sorry-" You looked up, your eyes meeting those of the person who saved your ass. You paused, staring at his face, at his eyes, and you realized that it wasn't just any random stranger standing in front of you. It was him. "It's you..." You spoke softly, and the bleach-blonde in front of you smirked, letting out a small 'humph.'

"Me?" He asked, seemingly amused as the two of the three young men behind him echoed that chuckle - also seemingly amused by the situation.

At their laughter, and the realization that his hands were still on your waist, you cleared your throat and took a step back - his hands fell to his side. "I- Nevermind, thanks for catching me." You spoke nervously, but you couldn't look away from him, no matter how embarrassed you were. There was this odd tension in the air, and you had to admit you weren't sure what to make of it. Yes, you found him incredibly attractive. That bleached-blonde hair, light stubble across his chin, and those blue eyes of his, but somehow... He- He just felt different. He was different in a way you couldn't explain. A sense of familiarity mixed with uncertainty, and something else you couldn't even begin to describe.

The bleach-blonde - the leader of the small group, you had assumed - didn't say anything for a moment, and his smirk never faded, his eyes scanning over your form with those eyes of his, a shiver ran down your spine. "What's your name?"

"Y/N. What's yours?" You responded, and you were glad you remembered to respond.

"David." He answered, before gesturing to the three behind him, "And this is Marko, Paul, and Dwayne."

'David.' You thought, 'So that's his name...'

From behind David, the blonde - Paul - smiled and waved at you, "Hello!"

"Are you new?" Marko then asked, leaning around Paul to ask, "I don't think we've seen you before."

You shook your head, "No, uh, I just don't come to the boardwalk that often." You answered, and David let out another soft 'humph.'

"Well, that explains it then," He spoke, and once more, your attention was brought right back to him. That grin was still present on his lips. You swallowed hard and averted your gaze briefly, the moon was high in the sky; you should be heading home. David continued to watch you, intrigued. He watched as you shifted your weight slightly, as the lights from the amusement park sign danced across your features, and reflected off your hair. He remembered you, for a few nights prior. He had rode past you. He let out one last amused 'humph', your eyes leaving the moon and once more meeting his. He then began to walk around you; like a wild animal stalking around its prey. "Come on, boys." He spoke as his gloved hand raised to take a few strands of your hair, letting it slide through his leather-gloved fingers. With one last look, he left, his friends following behind him, but not before Marko grabbed a piece from your cotton candy.

Your eyes followed after him, watching as he disappeared in the crowd, and once he was finally out of your sight you let out the breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Your feet then led you back to your house in a daze. You - again - couldn't stop thinking about him. Your mind would wander, yes, but then it would go straight back into thinking about him. You replayed your first conversation with him over and over again in your head, and for some reason, you knew that this was not going to be your last encounter with him.

~~~

Another breeze ruffled your hair, tickling your cheeks as you let out a small sigh. You did not expect the night to get so chilly, and you began to regret not wearing a thicker jacket. But, your thoughts on how cold the night was quickly left your mind as you felt David's arm wrap around your shoulders; tugging you into his side. You looked up, and the first thing you saw was his bright, icy blue eyes staring right back into yours.

"Cold?" He spoke as if he read your mind. The thought made you mentally laugh.

"Yeah... Cold." You replied, your voice barely louder than a whisper, but he heard it nevertheless. "But, I’m okay."

He looked back at the people walking past, "Hmm," He pulled the cigarette from his lips, breathing the smoke out into the air, before turning to look at you fully; leaning his side against the wood. His arm around your shoulders raised, cupping your cheek to caress it with the padded leather of his thumb gently. His stare was intense - as always - as his eyes searched yours, looking for what exactly, you could not tell, but you found yourself unable to look away either. After a few moments of silence, he leaned forward ever so slightly and pressed his lips against your forehead. Another breeze shot by, and you shuffled closer to him as goosebumps erupted all over your arms and neck. Slipping your arms around David's waist, your hands slipping under his leather jacket, you buried your face into his shoulder. "You're really cold." He spoke, and you hummed, shutting your eyes.

"Yeah," You nuzzled your cheek into the space between his neck and shoulder. "I'm fine, though."

"Liar." He muttered, feeling how cold your nose was as you nuzzled further into him. "We can wait for the boys back at the cave." His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him.

You knew that Paul, Marko, and Dwayne would be fine. But, deep down, you hoped that they got your usual order at the nearby Chinese restaurant right; your stomach rumbled. Sighing, you tightened your hold around him, reluctant to let go, but you did, "Okay."

~~~

Upon arriving at the cave hideout, you quickly made your way inside. Seeing your throw blanket that you brought from home on the back of the tattered couch, you quickly grabbed it; wrapping it around yourself the best you could before sitting down on the said couch. David eventually made his way over, plopping down beside you, and immediately pulling you into his lap; like he usually did.

With the corners of the soft throw blanket curled in your fists, you wrap your arms around his neck, covering both of you in a cocoon of warmth. Your head rested on his shoulder before letting out a sigh. Again, it was nice to have the chance to spend some alone time with him.

David - though usually arrogant and obviously dangerous around others - was actually soft and gentle when it came to you. When it came to you... Well, he'd probably do anything for you. Honestly, who knew that he was such a cuddly bear? A cuddly dangerous bear with razor-sharp teeth to anyone who gets on his bad side.

Shifting slightly, you slipped your hands into your lap, the blanket thankfully staying around the two of you as you pressed your cheek into the cool leather of his shoulder. "They're gonna forget about my sweet and sour pork, aren't they?" You asked quietly, not really wanting to disrupt the silence, but you felt the need to talk.

"Probably." He spoke, his words low and husky; you didn't have to look up at him to know that he was probably grinning. Slipping back into the comfortable silence, you sighed once more, your fingers subconsciously fidgeting with the leather fabric of his arm wrapped around your stomach in front of you. Lifting the arm from around your stomach, you began to play with the leather-gloved hand.

David watched as you did so, watching as you fiddled with his fingers, bending them, or tracing the stitches along the side of the glove. You did this often, and David had no idea why you were so... Obsessed with his hands. And he never asked you why, but curiosity was almost burning a hole through him. Not to mention, his ego grew knowing that you were so obsessed with his hands.

Silently, without a word, he took his hand from your curious ones. You were about to say something but in awe, you watched as he raised a hand to his mouth. Your lips fell agape, your eyes trained on him - on his hand, lips, eyes - as he bit down on the tip of his gloved pointer finger. David’s eyes never left you as he slid off the glove in one agonizingly slow pull. Was it mighty attractive? The way he stared at you, the way his somewhat pointed canines peeked out between his lips as he bit into his glove… Yes, and it almost distracted you from the fact that he took his glove off. Your eyes dropped from his lips and soon found themselves solely trained on his ungloved hand. His pale skin looked so smooth, his fingers long and slender.

And like a fly to a bright light, you were captivated. Slowly, carefully, you reached out, and the moment your skin touched his, you felt a warm sensation rush throughout your body. His skin was cold to the touch, but you didn't mind it. And as you did with his gloved hand, you began to trace lines along the inside of his palm with your fingertips.

David's eyes stayed focused on you; his brow furrowed slightly, but he remained silent as you traced over the lines of his skin. And then, slowly, he lifted his hand from yours, his thumb coming up to cup your chin; gently lifting your head to look at him. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his, once more the intensity of his stare sent shivers down your spine.

He didn't say anything, no, only brushing the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip, before leaning down to capture your lips with his. The kiss itself was soft, tender; which was rare. You were so used to him being rough around the edges, rough and addicting. Taking your lips into his, devouring you. You always liked it, the feel of his lips, his tongue, and even his leather-gloved hands on your skin. But tonight, it was different. It was slow, deliberate. It was as if he was trying to memorize the very taste and shape of your lips.

You loved the rough, mischievous sides of David, but you also loved the soft and loving side that he possessed.

As his lips fell from yours, you let out a breath, and opened your eyes; immediately you noticed the shift in David’s demeanor. His usually bright, mischievous gaze had darkened, his pupils blown wide, and the faint shimmer of his fangs peeked out from under his lips. His bare hand, which had been gently resting on the back of your neck, twitched almost involuntarily, the grip tightening ever so slightly as if he were holding back.

It only took a moment to understand. Once fixated on yours, his eyes slowly drifted lower, lingering at the curve of your throat, his gaze becoming more intense. You knew that look - dark and hungry.

His fingers brushed through your hair, slowly tucking the strands away from your neck, exposing the skin he so craved. You could feel his breath on your throat, hot and deliberate, sending shivers down your spine. You weren’t scared. He’d bitten you before; you had faint marks from the previous blood-sucking events. Though, you would never admit it, there was something about the way it felt - intimate, addicting - that you found yourself... Enjoying it.

You sighed softly, tilting your head just enough to meet his eyes. “David… Are you hungry?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes gleaming with that dangerous edge you’d come to love. His voice dropped, low and seductive. “You know me all too well, love.” His thumb grazed your neck, teasing the skin as he continued, “I could never hide it from you, could I?” His words hung in the air, thick with desire and danger, that smirk only deepening as he leaned in, lips ghosting over your pulse. "The real question is… Are you going to stop me?" His tone was playful, but beneath it, there was that unmistakable hunger. And you knew you wouldn’t stop him. You never did.

His lips hovered just above your pulse, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and electric, as David’s hand slowly curled tighter at the back of your neck, holding you in place, though you weren’t planning on moving. His smirk lingered as he pressed a featherlight kiss to the side of your throat, the contrast between the softness of his lips and the sharpness of his intentions sending your heart racing.

"I haven't stopped you before..." You muttered, your eyes slipping shut as he continued trailing kisses.

“Such a sweet little thing,” He murmured against your skin, dripping with vampiric desire.

His fangs, now fully visible, glinted in the soft light of the cave as he pulled back just enough for you to see the hunger in his eyes. Their darkness had deepened, and his pupils were blown wide, swallowing the usual teasing glint that danced there. You felt your blood pounding in your chest and throbbing at your throat - exactly where he wanted it.

David’s hand slid from your neck to your waist, pulling you flush against him, his other hand threading into your hair. He tipped your head to the side, exposing the curve of your neck fully to him, his eyes following the path of your pulse like a predator watching its prey. His lips ghosted over your skin, and you could feel the sharp points of his fangs just grazing your flesh.

You swallowed hard, the mix of fear and excitement coursing through you like adrenaline. “I won't stop you,” You whispered, your voice breathy as your hands gripped the fabric of his leather jacket.

A dark chuckle escaped him, the sound vibrating against your throat. “I know you won’t,” He replied, his voice dangerously smooth; sinful. “You like this… Don’t you?” But, before you could answer, you heard Paul and Marko’s laughter.

David sighed heavily, as did you, his face digging into your neck, his eyes shutting. There goes your moment…

“Guess who brought dinner!?” Paul yelled out, dragging along some guy’s almost dead body along the cave floor. Behind him, Marko had a grin on his face, noticing how he and the other two boys had unintentionally ruined your private moment together.

David raised his head, his usual stoic expression appearing on his face, his hands gripping your waist in annoyance. “You did save some for the rest of us, right?” He asked, tilting his head, and Paul nodded his head.

“Yeah, there’s enough for all of us,” Paul huffed, nudging the unconscious body with his foot.

David hummed, before gently scooting you to sit on the couch as he stood. You let out a sigh, crossing your arms as Marko, Paul, and David began to dig in. Dwayne came over to you, silent and quiet as always, carrying a bag of Chinese takeout. With an appreciative smile, you thanked him, taking your food.

At least you got your sweet and sour pork…

~~~

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