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My Best Friend's Dad - Ch. 8: My Baby

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, unprotected vaginal sex, semi-public sex, mentions of separation/divorce, domestic arguments, mentions of amateur porn, brief reader descriptions, established relationships

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A/N: Sorry I’m posting this so late y’all, I was watching the UGA football game lol. This is a shorter one because I’m still getting back into my groove with writing my series again. Hope you still love it just as much my babies

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This wasn’t the way you expected your night to end, not at all. The words you’ve exchanged, the things you’ve promised, was it all just from the heat of the moment? Even now, he’s asking you to say it, telling you to say it. And you know when you do, it will give a whole new meaning to your relationship.

“Daddy…”

“Fuck me,” Dropping his forehead to your shoulder, his hips stop their brutal pace, choosing to grind into your pelvis instead.

“Daddy,” You repeat more passionately, holding the back of his head while rolling your hips up against him.

The way he’s been speaking to you has your mind spiraling, your heart pounding and limbs shaking. He really loves you?

“Baby,” Hands sliding down, you hold either side of his face, bringing his lips back to you.

David meets you, the kiss deep while he exhales a strong breath from his nose. Those warm, brown eyes are shielded by his lids as he moans quietly from above, mumbling against your mouth, “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

All you can do is nod, laying your head back while trying to catch your breath. Lovingly, Dave stares at your neck, coming down to press heated kisses to your skin. He isn’t sucking or nipping, not at all being rough. He’s mouthing at you, moaning from the sensations you’re giving him and basking in it. There hasn’t been a time in his life where he’s had sex as passionate as this. He doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t know if it’s because you’re so much younger or because you’re so goddamn beautiful; maybe it’s because of how amazing you are to him. When he saw you, something just clicked.

“Please, h - harder… baby.”

Your soft, warm, tender touch then slides down his side, curling around his lower back and pressing on his ass. Pinching his eyes shut, he lets out an airy gasp, shoving his face into the space beside your neck.

He uses everything he can, but he knows it won’t last. Shoving himself between your legs about a handful of more times is what does it, now sitting inside you to the hilt. The hot breath of David’s groan fans over your ear, his body stilling above you, but only just for a moment. It’s almost like he’s floating, that sensation short lived before he comes crashing back down. It shivers through him, the euphoria of his release, his chest heaving desperate breaths while he tightens his grip on you. And you let him, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by him, consumed by him.

“F-Fuck,” He’s shaking lightly, keeping himself between your thighs.

In between your own heavy breaths, you smile, fingers lifting to brush his hair back. Turning your head to the side, you sigh, kissing his cheek while he begins to relax. “You really love me?”

Shaking his head in disbelief, he swallows before responding with, “I don’t know how it happened so fast.”

Grinning brighter, you kiss his cheek again, watching as those beautiful brown eyes return to you. “I love you, David.” While cupping his face, your thumb strokes his skin, the stubble slowly growing in. “I really do.”

You’re not sure what you expected from him, but you think it’s humorous how lazy he becomes. It’s only after at least ten minutes that he gets up, pulling himself from you, but not before giving your face and body a flurry of kisses, too. He seems so enamored, so enwrapped in the tender love he has for you. It’s like the two of you have been waiting your entire lives to connect, and now, you finally have.

Plopping down on the bed beside you, he watches you get to your feet, making your way over to the ensuite. The air feels so natural and warm between the two of you, coming back to climb over his broad body when you’re finished in the bathroom.

“You wanna stay the night?” Settling over his chest, you grin, staring up at him. And he smiles.

“You know I do.”

“Maybe we could order some food?” Sliding your finger over his skin, he grins, reveling in your closeness. He can’t remember the last time he felt like this.

At this point, it’s late in the night, and you’re assuming you’ll be able to relax together until the morning. And Dave assumes the same, until your doorbell rings.

Immediately, he looks up, with you sitting upright to turn your head, too. “Did you already order some?” It’s a joke, despite his skepticism of this stranger’s arrival.

“No.” Scrambling off his lap, you slide on some sweatpants, alongside one of David’s shirts. “I’ll be back.”

Internally, you’re praying this isn’t one of the frat guys. You knew that some of them were interested in you, but if they were going to make a move, shouldn’t they have done that at the party?

“Hello?” It’s said as you’re opening the door, your unsure expression quickly growing happy. Well, happy and confused. “Oh, h-hey.”

Hearing your nervous voice startles him slightly; he’d been listening. Hopping quietly off the bed, he finds his boxers, slipping them on before stepping lightly into your hallway. But he doesn’t make himself known yet.

“Hey,” She smiles, fiddling with her fingers. “I, um, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You didn’t seem like yourself when you left, and… well, you weren’t answering any of my texts.”

An electric shock shoots right through his body. That’s Molly.

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry!” Checking your phone hadn’t even been a thought in your head. But you can’t really blame yourself; you were clearly distracted.

“It’s okay, I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

Immediately, he spins around, darting back into your bedroom. And apparently, his feet aren’t so light when he moves this time.

Frowning, Molly leans to the side, hearing the small noise. “Is… someone here?”

“What? No.” You answer too quickly, it’s obvious. But you heard Dave’s movement, too. What the hell is he doing back there?

Molly grins, raising a brow. “If you wanted to go home to fuck Anthony, you could’ve just said so.”

“Oh my god, no. No. It’s definitely not Anthony.” Fuck, I should have worded that differently.

“So someone is here?”

Yeah, your fucking dad.

“No, no one is here.” Now, Molly’s shifting her weight and crossing her arms, giving you a disbelieving stare. And that’s when she notices your shirt.

“Since when did you start wearing marine shirts?”

Your face runs white-hot, eyes darting down to your shirt. Fuck. “W-What?”

“That marine shirt.” She gestures to you, staring right at it. “It’s old too…” Leaning in, she squints. “Nineteen ninety-three?”

“Oh, um, I… I just thrifted it.” Happy with your response, you nod, looking back up at your friend. “Yeah.”

Honestly, you’re not doing a very good job at hiding this from her; the guilt is written all over your face, and she can see it. Thing is, she doesn’t know it’s guilt, just yet.

“Oh my god!”

“What?! What?!” You’re so jumpy it’s starting to get on your nerves. Calm down.

“That’s the year my dad finished boot camp!” Now, your eyes are as wide as saucers. “Do you think that could be his?”

“What the hell? No! I mean, pfft, why would it be his?”

Again, Molly eyes you, taken aback by your jittery response. “I don’t know, he could’ve donated it or something.”

“Look,” Releasing a nervous breath, you brush some of your hair back with both hands. “I’m fine, Goof, okay? I promise.”

She keeps her brow raised. “I don’t know… something’s going on.”

“I’m fine.”

Molly knows you’re a grown woman, and she knows you can take care of yourself. If anything, you’re the caregiver in your relationship. You’re older, you’re more responsible, and you could probably have a nice night without her in your hair.

“Okay,” She finally gives in, nodding. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to check.”

Offering a soft smile, you step forward, holding out your arms. Molly mirrors you, happy to receive your hug.

“Thank you for checking on me, babe.” She holds you tightly; you have no idea how much you mean to her. “I love you. I’ll talk to you in the morning, okay?”

The hallway in your apartment is so short that even from behind the bedroom door, Dave can hear what you’re saying. Internally, it warms his heart. He knew the two of you were close, but he never knew you spoke to each other like that.

Shortly afterwards, you’re closing the door and locking it for the night. But Dave doesn’t come out, continuing to hide until he’s given the all-clear.

“Dave?” He doesn’t answer, not until you walk into your bedroom. “Jesus.” Your entire body jumps, now seeing him in the corner of your room.

“Is she gone?”

“Yes,” Comes your quick sigh and roll of your eyes. “She was just checking on me.”

Stepping forward, he smiles, reaching for your hips. Glancing down at you, he says, “I didn’t know you said that to each other.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

Shrugging, you return his grin. “Well, yeah. She’s my best friend.”

For a split second, the thought crosses Dave’s mind that the two of you shouldn't be doing this. He knows how much is at risk. But he shoves it away, pulling you into his chest. He needs you.

“I love you.” He expresses, kissing the top of your head.

Smiling, you wrap your arms around his midsection, releasing a dreamy breath. “I love you, too.” You honestly don’t think you’ll ever get tired of saying it, not to him. But what does this mean for the two of you? David has other questions.

“How are you feeling?” It’s as if he’s compelled to ask. Now that the two of you have done this, have said this, it’s all so real now.

“It’s… a little hard, weird, keeping something like this from her.”

He had hope in his heart but now… your words are guilting him. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone in this, let alone his daughter and you.

“Come here,” That deep voice insists, bringing you over to the bed.

Situating himself in the middle, he pulls you into his lap. It’s almost too easy, getting you onto him, straddling his legs until you’re pressed against his chest.

“I know it’s… strange.” He says, trying to be understanding. His hands stroke your sides, fingers finding the skin beneath the shirt you’re wearing. “Do you… should we not…”

“No,” Leaning in, you shake your head frantically. “Nonono, I want this. I want you.”

Sliding your hands up, they rest gently on either side of his neck, eyes flickering between his own. Rising to his cheeks, you bring him in, resting his forehead on yours. “Do you not want this?”

The deep breath he takes worries you, retracting your hands. But he grabs them mid-movement.

“It scares me, how much I want this.” Before you realize what he’s doing, his hand is on the back of your neck, bringing you in for another kiss. “I don’t say these kinds of things to just anyone.”

Grinning against his lips, you hum curiously. “What kinds of things?”

All you get is a smirk, the short remark of don’t be sassy, and another quick kiss. And then he’s picking you up from his lap, placing you on the bed so he can stride into your bathroom.

Now this, this is more like it. Almost naturally, David strips, feet leading him into your bathroom. There’s no stiffness to him, no uncertain feeling stirring inside either of you. The situation feels normal, normal and calm and honestly, everything he’s ever hoped for in a relationship. Around Carol, he always felt subconscious; it was rare for her to see him completely naked, especially when they weren’t in bed. Her comments were seemingly never-ending and always judgemental and just… mean. It was like she could never say anything positive to him. But the second he’s out of the shower, you’re already speaking words of admiration into existence, the outward and unexpected affection prompting a soft, rosy glow to color his cheeks.

Dave is very clearly a shower, not a grower. And as soon as he’s in your view, he can see your eyes move. Truthfully, it flatters him. He can’t remember the last time a woman was so interested in him.

“Baby,” You coo quietly, walking over to where he stands. “You’re so handsome…”

Lifting your hand, he assumes you’re bringing him in for a kiss. But he’s wrong. All that hand does is rest on his chest, the other falling to the space between his legs.

Leaning in, you kiss his cheek, whispering, “You know how sexy you are to me?”

With his face heating up, he pulls you into him, keeping you against his body when he moves to the bed. Giggling, you settle on his lap, pressing your lips to his cheek once again.

“It’s cute, seeing you all shy.”

“I’m, I’m not… shy.” Looking away, the corners of his lips quirk up just a bit.

Your own tiny smile meets his again, David’s eyes closing with his arms wrapping around your midsection. He’s damp from the shower, your naked skin sticking to his while you cuddle him. Tiny kisses all over his face make him laugh, or dare you say giggle.

For the first time in what feels like forever, David is happy again. He feels attractive, wanted, loved. How the hell did he find all of this with you?

“You’re beautiful, David.” And then he sighs, a large palm sliding down the expanse of your hair. “You don’t ever have to be shy around me, baby.”

He knows you can’t feel it, not really. You’re still asleep, snuggled up in his arms. If you were awake, he knows you’d feel his small kisses, the gentle press of his lips along your shoulder and neck.

As soon as his alarm went off, he stopped it, hoping the shrill noise didn’t wake you. And it didn’t, allowing him to hold you for that much longer. If you did wake up, he has no doubt that you’d let him hold you, but both of you being awake means the day would have to start. It means that he’d have to leave for work, and you for school, and right now, he doesn’t want to do that. He wants to stay in this lull, in this space without time.

After spending a handful of nights with you now, he knows you’re a pretty heavy sleeper. So he doesn’t hesitate when he brushes your hair to the side, when he intertwines his legs with your own. But he jumps slightly when he feels you move, sleepily reciprocating, snuggling your legs against his. Dreamily, you sigh, and it fills his heart with an indescribable amount of joy.

Before he’s late, he decides to get up, slowly sliding out of bed. He’s quiet as he moves, getting dressed and freshening up in your bathroom. Being that it’s the weekend, he doesn’t really have anywhere to be, but he knows he should go home. He doesn’t want Carol feeding the girls some bullshit about why he’s not there.

“Shit,” He hisses, fumbling with his now-buzzing phone. Quickly stumbling into your hallway, he closes the door, not wanting you to hear this call. “Hello?” Dave whispers, treading lightly into your living room.

“Hey, you free today?”

“I don’t know, maybe. Why?”

“We need to talk.”

“I don’t know if I have time to talk to the guy that ratted me out to my fucking wife.” He snaps, tying the strings of his sweatpants.

“Dave, that wasn’t my intention, and you know it.” Resnik returns, clearly annoyed with Dave’s aggression. “I didn’t know where you were, and you weren’t answering me.”

“Don’t ever fucking call Carol again. She wouldn’t have known where I was anyways.”

“Well, where were you?”

“None of your business. What do you want?”

Scoffing, Resnik rolls his eyes. “We need to talk about our current client. Just me and you.”

“Where?”

“There’s a cafe about fifteen minutes from your house if you can make it.”

“What time?” Lifting his arm, he lowers it quickly, glancing at his wrist.

“Noon?”

Right now, it’s eight o’clock. He can swing that. “Fine. Send me the address.”

With that, he hangs up, still frustrated with his colleague. He should probably get home as soon as he can, freshen up there and get some papers together for their meeting. Running a hand over his face, he sighs, not wanting to start this annoying day. But he knows he has to go, so he sneaks back into your room to say goodbye.

“Baby?” Smoothing a hand over your forehead, he kisses your temple, whispering to you. “Sweetheart,”

“Mm?” Scrunching your brows, you murmur sleepily to him.

“I’m leaving.”

“No,” It’s a small whine, your eyes barely opening as you reach out to him.

David grins, leaning into your arms. “I have to. But I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“When?”

“As soon as I can.” He promises, and you know he’ll stay true to it. “I’ll text when I’m home, sweetheart. I love you.”

His feet feel like cement when he finally leaves your apartment, his brain having to actively tell him left foot, right foot, left foot, right. He still does his best to not blow his cover, watching his surroundings while climbing into the car. With another look at your apartment, and another sigh, he starts it up, and leaves.

Damn, I’d live there if she let me.

For some reason, the driveway is empty. He doesn’t see Carol’s car when he walks in through the garage, either. Carol never works on the weekend, so… where the hell is she?

Inside, everything looks normal. It’s clean, clutter-free, dishes put away and countertops wiped off. He doesn’t hear the girls, doesn’t see them in the backyard or in the basement. Strange.

With everyone gone, maybe he’ll finally get some alone time. He’s still in the basement, choosing to now wander into his office to collect a few papers for his meeting with Resnik. But after that… he’s pretty much stumped on what to do. Dave wasn’t the kind of person that liked to relax, he always had to do something. And he thinks, maybe with his current upbeat mood and surprisingly high energy, he can start working out.

It’s a warm day, so he figures he’ll workout in just his sweats. When he’s in the garage, he keeps the door closed, not exactly wanting to show himself off. But he’ll get there eventually.

After only a few reps of bicep curls, he’s starting to feel even better. His stamina is stronger than he thought it’d be, allowing him to do more than he originally planned. Push-ups, pull-ups, leg presses, and lunges are what he decides on, continuing to work himself for about an hour or so. But in the middle of his last set of pull-ups, Carol comes home. He doesn’t stop when the garage opens, though, he just tries to ignore her.

When she walks inside, she’s clearly surprised. Brows raised, she eyes him, having not seen him workout in more than a year. And honestly, she hasn’t seen this much of his skin in months.

“You’re looking nice.” She comments, the words immediately catching his attention. But still, he ignores her.

She’s probably just trying to start something.

Carol’s eyes travel down Dave’s chest, his stomach, and the small trail of hair leading down to his pelvis. And that’s when she sees them, the periwinkle boxers you bought him.

“When did you get those?” She asks, her tone laced with annoyance.

Now, David sighs, hopping down from the bar. “When did I get what?” He’s sweaty and out of breath, using the back of his hand to wipe his forehead.

Now looking at his wife, he realizes she’s holding a multitude of shopping bags. He briefly wonders why she went out in the first place, but is distracted when she waves a finger at him.

“Those… boxers.”

“Oh,” Looking down, he sees the small bit of light purple sticking out above his sweatpants. “My baby got me those.” It’s an easy answer, coming out naturally. But immediately shifts the mood in the air.

Carol’s frown is instantaneous, her scoff audible. But it just makes him smile.

“She’s going to get bored of you so quick, you know.”

All he does is shrug, remaining unphased. “She hasn’t lost interest yet.”

“Well, you feeling the need to workout just to keep her around says a lot.”

Now, he laughs. “Carol, I’m not doing this for her. I felt good today, I’ve been wanting to get in shape again.”

“Sure, just keep lying to yourself. You’ve never even had Calvin Klein boxers before, she obviously doesn’t know you.”

“She bought these for me because I don’t have any.” Dave corrects her, glaring from across the room. “Besides,” Shrugging, he glances down again. “Feels pretty good on my cock.”

This makes Carol fucking short circuit. Dave never uses that word; she finds it pretty crude, and always considered it a curse word.

“What did you just say?”

He’s pretty much done with this conversation, so he turns, making his way back into the house.

“I’m talking to you!”

“I don’t care.” He doesn’t even keep the door open for her.

Obviously, you have to wash it, but you almost don’t want to. It still smells like him. Regardless, you shovel your clothes into the washer, turning it on before going about your other tasks. Cleaning up after David left makes you sadder than you’d imagined, but you know you’re just being dramatic. You’ll see him again soon… hopefully. Realistically, you’re not sure when you will.

Glancing down at your phone, you consider sending him a text. You don’t want to bother him, but… you’re his baby. He loves you. He’ll be happy to hear from you.

When his phone rings, he immediately assumes it to be you, your little message making him grin. And the thoughts that float into his head are exactly what you’d imagined. That’s my baby.

Grinning, you shake your head. Thinking back to the previous night, you squirm in your seat, feeling the slight burn between your legs that he left. God, you’d do anything to experience that again.

Already, he wants to make his way back to you. He really meant it, he’d live there if you let him. Maybe after he sees Resnik he can stop by again, if you’re not too busy. Even if you are, he doubts you wouldn’t ditch your plans for him.

After a quick shower, he’s picking up his phone again, but he doesn’t even get to open the screen before dropping it.

“Jesus Christ!” Busting into his room, Carol crosses her arms, glaring at him. “What the fuck, Carol?!”

“We need to talk.” She states, eyeing him once again.

Before he can reach for a towel, she gets a pretty good look at him. Honestly, she came in so quick so she could see him like this; she’s missed him. But she notices something… different.

“When was the last time you fucking shaved, David?!” She sounds disgusted, staring wide-eyed at his longer pubic care.

Wrapping a towel around his face, he groans. “Why the fuck do you care?”

“It’s gross, David.”

“Not to her.” Again, that shit-eating grin crosses his face. Looking up into the mirror, he lifts a hand, stroking his chin. “Likes my stubble, too. Think I’ll start growing it out again.”

“You’re such an antagonizing piece of shit.”

“Me?! I’m not the one barging into people’s rooms!” Voice booming, he takes a step towards her. “Why are you even here?!”

She disguises her flustered breath with an outright scoff, rolling her eyes. “I need you to get some chores done.”

“Fine.” Turning, he grabs some clothes. “Make a list and I’ll do it.” Anything to get her out of his hair.

“Are you… is that a marine shirt?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“You haven’t worn your marine stuff in years.” She says it somberly, like she’s missing out on his life. And she’s right.

“She found out I was a marine the other week.” He explains, sliding the shirt over his head. “She makes me feel proud of it again.”

Carol never saw his service as something to be proud of. She came from a military family, and she always saw it as something you should just… do. Funny she never served, though.

“I guess you really like her then, huh?” She sighs, eyes falling.

“Honestly, Carol,” Finishing pulling up his pants, he takes one last look in the mirror before fixing his gaze on his soon-to-be ex. “I love her.”

His words are both shocking and heartbreaking; she can’t believe he just said that, especially to her. When she doesn’t respond, Dave nods to her hand.

“It’s time you take off your ring.”

“I, I don’t think…”

“I don’t care.” Walking over to his door, he opens it. “Get out, and take it off.”

“What are we looking at?”

“Another trip, two weeks this time. Overseas.”

“Usual.” Dave shrugs, having expected this.

“Some slip ups were made, we need to play cleaning crew.”

“God dammit.” Dave rubs a hand over his face, groaning quietly. The trip, he expected, not the task. “Who fucked up?”

“The names don’t really matter, we know where they’re at. A few bankers, two attorneys.”

Pondering his next words, David tilts his head to each side, thinking. But while he’s thinking, the bell above the cafe’s door dings, prompting his attention. And just like that, every ounce of his attention is given to you.

For just a moment, you stop in your tracks. Why is he here? But then you see the man across from him and assume it must be his colleague. Your relationship is very clearly a secret, and you intend to keep it that way. So, you take your surprise in stride, moving to find a booth further away.

The cafe is fairly empty, considering it’s a weekend. You’d packed up your school supplies, intending to have a quiet study day. But now that you know he’s here, there’s no way you’ll be able to focus. And he’s feeling the exact same.

“Dave?”

“What?” He says, redirecting his eyes back to Resnik. “What?”

“We need to leave soon.”

“Like, the cafe?”

“For the trip.” Squinting his eyes, he shakes his head. “What are you looking at?”

“No, I -” He tries to stop him, but it’s too late. Resnik is already turning around. “Holy shit, Dave,” Spinning his head back toward his colleague, Dave can very clearly see his delighted expression. “That’s the girl I told you about!”

“What?”

“On Only Fans!” He whispers, almost giddy. Turning back in your direction, you’re now aware of their collective gaze, shooting them a grin. “I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“No, Resnik!” But he’s already standing and making his way over to you.

Absolutely shocked, you raise your brows, watching him approach. Why is he coming over to you? Why not David? Briefly, your eyes flash to him, and he’s shrugging at you, a frantic look on his face.

“Hi,” This random man says, now at your table’s edge.

Looking up, you meet his eyeline, unsure of what to say. Why is he here?

“Hi…”

“I, um…” Sighing with a grin, he takes a seat across from where you’re sat. “I’m a big fan of your work.”

“Excuse me?”

Placing a hand on his chest, he leans in. “I’m a subscriber.”

Raising your brows, you feel slightly… offended. This is how someone who’s seen you naked approaches you?

“To your Only Fans.” He clarifies further, dropping his voice an octave.

“Um… thanks.”

“I was wondering, um…”

The entire time this man is talking, your eyes are flickering from his to David’s. And Dave is watching intently, fingers curling into fists. He can tell you’re uncomfortable.

“Could I get a picture?”

“A what?”

“A picture. You know, of…” And then his eyes trail down to your chest, quickly flicking back to your own.

At this, your jaw drops. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Clearly, he didn’t expect this reaction. Raising his brows, he sits up, leaning back from you. “I, um…”

“That’s what you choose to say?”

Dave’s voice prompts both sets of eyes to snap up to him, languidly stepping over to your table.

“Get outta here, man.”

Twisting your face up at this random man, you scoff, quickly scooping your school supplies into your bag. “Go fuck yourself.”

You don’t want to avoid him, but you feel like you have to. And for some reason, Dave takes offense to this. Is she mad at me?

Following you into the parking lot, he calls after you, hoping to talk. Surprisingly, he watches you walk over to his Tesla, standing by the side door. Is she… waiting for me?

“Baby, I’m sorry about him. He can be a fucking prick.”

“Just please get in the car.”

“What?”

“Open it!”

Slowly, he does, unsure of what’s going on. Are you mad? Upset? Do you want him to drive you home? But as soon as the back door is open, you’re grabbing onto his shirt and shoving him towards the door.

“Baby, what -”

“I’m so glad you came over to me.” Sighing, you slide in beside him, closing the door. Easily, you climb onto his lap, and he welcomes it.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Nodding, your hands find his face, dipping down to kiss him. “I missed you, I feel like a fucking kid but I do. Daddy, I missed you.”

“Oh fuck,” He sighs, leaning up toward your lips. “Baby…”

Dave’s hands find your hips, quickly sliding down to your ass. You’re wearing an oversized sweatshirt and yoga pants, your hair tied up in a messy ponytail. But he swears you’ve never looked more adorable.

“I can’t believe I ran into you there.” Breaking away from his lips, you lower yourself, pressing frenzied kisses to his throat.

“Why were you there, anyway? Having yourself a little study day?”

“I tried to.”

“Hm,” David hums, smiling. “My smart girl.”

Hearing his gentle praise makes your body light up with excitement. Already, your fingers are trailing down his chest, pulling gently at his waistband. He’s in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, a simple outfit and one you’ve never before seen him in.

“You want me?” He asks lowly, the corners of his lips quirking up into a grin.

“Yes, please.” Nodding, you press your face into the slope of his neck, leaning on him. Glancing down, you watch yourself undo the belt and button of his pants, sliding down the zipper to be met with that familiar, purple color.

“Baby! You’re wearing them?!” Your head snaps up, eyes quickly finding his. It only makes his grin widen, seeing the elatement coloring your face.

“Of course, I am.” One of his hands then leaves your body, brushing some of your hair aside to cup your cheek. “I always want to be reminded of you.”

“Baby…”

“Daddy wants you, sweetheart.” Hearing David refer to himself like that makes you audibly moan. “Can’t you feel me?”

But you don’t answer him, you just work on shimmying down your pants. Crawling back over his lap, he lifts his hips, sliding his jeans down until they’re around his ankles.

“Fuck me, honey.” He urges you, hands finding the bare skin of your ass. Squeezing you tightly, he gives you a small spank, watching you yelp. “Come on.”

“Baby…” Lifting yourself slightly, you join him in glancing down, watching while the two of you connect. But just as you begin to sink down, some kind of movement catches David’s eye. It’s Resnik.

“Shit.”

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