#natalie mariduena fanfic

[vsquadgoals]

Hi love, i miss seeing nat around here so can you write some fluff about her? Maybe the boys embarrassing you on the vlog and her defending you? love u lots, xx

Y/n has known the vlog squad since the beginning, she met David and Alex when they lived in the apartment and she’s been close with David ever since and when she first met Natalie the first time she went to Chicago with David they hit it off immediately. When Y/n found out that Natalie was moving to LA she screamed so loud the whole neighborhood probably heard her. Their relationship was very different then the relationship that Y/n had with anyone else, they were very clingy with each other, they were always laying around David’s together, Natalie’s head on her lap or chest as she combed her fingers through her hair or David would find them on the couch or in Natalie’s bed with their limbs tangled together. Everyone always thought they were dating and they couldn’t blame them, sure Y/n definitely had more feelings for Nat then just a friend but she loved they way their relationship was right now way too much to pursue anything further with her. 

Y/n was sitting on the couch with her legs on it, her feet tucked under Ilya’s ass keeping them warm as she scrolled through her phone. David had his camera next to him filming some of their conversation every once and a while; soon Jason, Jeff, Todd and Zane were walking through the front door and scattering around the living room, Zane sat next to Ilya picking Y/n’s legs up and placing them back down on his lap. Y/n smiled wide as Zane pats her knees making her look up from her phone and greet her friends, the guys quickly were all messing around and David’s camera quickly came out making Y/n go back to her phone. Zane nudged Y/n’s legs making her look up at him, “What because Nat isn’t out here you can’t be talk to anyone?” he teases making Y/n roll her eyes. “Shut upppp.” She groans making David turn his camera toward her who she flipped off and stuck her tongue out at. Before they could say anything else Natalie was walking into the living room wearing probably the shortest short she’s ever seen and a tank top, Y/n let out an audible gasp that she couldn’t control. Her eyes scanned over Natalie’s body as she walked past the couch and into the kitchen. “I fucking knew it!” David almost shouts focusing his camera on Y/n more as she quickly gathers herself but she definitely can’t hide the blush that quickly takes over her cheeks when she realizes she’s been caught. “David shush.” She whisper yells trying to reach for his camera but he backs away just in time. 

Y/n pulls her knees to her chest and rolls her eyes as the guys continue to tease her, “Baby don’t feel bad, we all have a thing for Nat at one point or another but you can’t be so obvious, especially when Dave’s got the camera out.” Zane says poking at her legs, she would be surprised if her face could get more red then it already was. Once Natalie comes back into the living room she sits next to Y/n who quickly buries her burning face into Natalie’s neck making Natalie giggle completely unaware of what was going on before she walked in. David smirked and kept his camera pointed toward the girls and Natalie looked at him and raised her brows. “What’s your issue?” She asks annoyed. The guys all chuckle “Should we tell her or do you want to Y/n?” David teases making her groan against Natalie’s skin. “Okay if you insist, you see Natalie, our little one here was very obviously checking you out when you went into the kitchen a little while ago.” Y/n pulled away from Natalie and sighed before getting up and rushing into Natalie’s bedroom sitting on her bed putting her face into her hands. Natalie glares at the guys as she stands up she pushes David’s camera out of her face. “What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Why can’t you ever just leave her alone. Who gives a shit if she’s looking at me?! You assholes do it all day long to all of the girls in the group and does anyone bust your balls?! No!” Natalie shakes her head glaring at them again before following where Y/n went. 

Natalie peaks her head into her bedroom and frowns. “Y/n/n? Can I come in babe?” she says her voice soft which was the complete opposite of her tone that she just used on the guys. Y/n chuckled a little and looks at her. “It’s your room.” she says laying back on the bed looking at the ceiling. Once Natalie closes the door behind her she lays on the bed next to her resting her head on her chest. “Don’t listen to them.” She mumbles wrapping her arm around her waist, Y/n frowns and shakes her head. “They’re not wrong.” She whispers before glancing down at Natalie who shrugs, “I don’t care what they have to say, I love our relationship how it is and I don’t care what they have to say. What happens between us is our own business.” Y/n props herself up on her elbows and looks down at Natalie and she turns to face her. “What if I want more.” Y/n mumbles before chewing her lip nervously, Natalie sits up straight facing her. “What do you have in mind?” She asks smirking a little. Y/n sits up and tucks a piece of Natalie’s hair behind her ear. “I just wanna try something.” She whispers bringing their faces closer, she looks at Natalie one more time, her asks begging for approval which Natalie nods to. Y/n cups her cheek before attacking their lips together, Natalie’s body relaxes and leans into Y/n’s as their mouths more in sync with each other. Natalie is the first to pull away trying to catch her breath, Y/n bites her lip searching her face trying to read her. “Yeah I need you to do that all the time.” Natalie whispers moving closer to Y/n who smiles wide wrapping her arms around her before attaching their lips again. David and the rest of the guys didn’t see Natalie or Y/n for the rest of the night, they stayed in Natalie’s room all night, wrapped up in each other their lips exploring each other bodies and mouths. 

A/n: I love you!! I hope you enjoy this love! Sorry it took me so long! I’m finally caught up on my series and can finally comfortably work on requests.  

[daviddoughbrik]

Okay but hear me out........ . . Natalie x reader fucking in the same airplane as the vlog squad Boom

FUUUUCK

you’d be going first class somewhere with those pods for you to sleep in. everyone would be fast asleep but you and nat were up watching a movie. you’d complain about being cold and cuddle with her in her seat. your hands would find their way to her boobs to keep warm. her hands would be holding you to her by your ass and you’re rubbing a leg between each of your legs. each of you groping each other’s weak spots. You might even get a lil crazy and hide under the blanket and suck her titties to make her feel good. the whole way Natalie would be silently moaning your name. the flight attendants don’t question it because you really just look like you’re cuddling. eventually your hips are tired and you can’t get the satisfaction you need so each of you slip a hand into the other panties and rub one out for each other. It’s really nice, quiet, daring and actually a lil romantic. Natalie loves her girl.

[pattinsonsgurl]

It’s True - D.D. Blurb

Small blurb: I was listening to this Mexican Banda song that reminds me of my ex so I translated it to English and as I was writing it it gave me like a little bit of David Angst vibes. The part where David talks is the songs lyrics.

You’re in bed trying to fall back asleep but you’re anxious, since tomorrow’s a big day.

Your phone rings and you see David’s name flash across the screen so you answer unsure of what he might want.

David starts speaking obviously drunk,

“I want you to know

That I don’t love you

Even being drunk

I don’t remember you

You were just a fun time

Something not important

I don’t suffer your absence

It was easy to forget you

I want to yell in your face that I have someone else

And she does it better than you

I don’t need you, who told that I love you and that it’s still you who’s the owner for this heart

That’s not true, I’m not a dead man

I’m doing better without you

If you think I’m lying and I love you still

Well guess what, it’s true..”

You hear David sobbing and hiccuping on the phone uncontrollably then you hear Natalies voice trying to calm him down. She gets on the phone and says she has to go and that she’s sorry he’s calling again especially tonight. She hangs up the phone.

You sit there with the phone in your hand staring at it. You look at the time. It’s 3am and you have to be up at 6am to get ready for hair and makeup. Then you look at your left hand with your shiny engagement ring and wonder if you have cold feet.

[poisxnyouth]

hs!dave chapter 3 (d.d)

A/N: this would never be possible without @idkdobrik or @occasionally-angelic! bffs. love em. follow em. sorry this took so long. all 3 of us kind of have lives and all that. this took months. i hope u see why! let me know what you think, as always. would love if u sent me asks as you read (;

Word Count: 14,862

much love to ya

Everything had been resolved. You had given Nat an excuse as to why you and Dave had been cuddling on her couch - something about still being shaken up from the situation at the party and needing comfort. A video of the fight went around for a bit, rumors spreading about whatever was going on between you and David, but everyone forgot about it as soon as some guy from your history class got caught jerking off in the locker room. Everything had been swept under the rug, and no one suspected a thing.

 ++

 “Ilya’s not coming, but I brought Empire Strikes Back,” Dima announces, not bothering to say hello as he comes through Nat’s front door and kicks his shoes off. He notices you and David sitting on the couch whispering to each other, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight.

 “No, Dima! We are not watching Star Wars again!” Natalie shouts from the kitchen, opening a bag of popcorn and putting it in the microwave.  Her denial distracts Dima as you and Dave don’t respond to his arrival, whispers continuing. 

 “Fine! You pick, Nat,” Dima easily gives in, approaching her and dropping his voice. “Is it just me or are they acting really weird? Like, fucking weird.”

 Nat nods quickly, leaning back against the counter as she waits on the popcorn. “I was gonna ask you that too. Maybe they’re just getting close again? You know they’re like that. They get really far apart and then close again and it just happens over and over.” 

 “I mean, yeah, you're right. Maybe? It just seems different this time, I guess,” Dima shrugs his shoulders, eyes flickering between Natalie and you and David. 

 “I know, I agree. Have they done anything weird around you?” 

 “I mean,” Dima shrugs again, “You weren’t there, but a few weeks ago, at homecoming, they were all touchy in the corner against the wall.”

 “Touchy?” Nat questions as the microwave goes off, quickly opening it and removing the bag. 

 “Yeah, like, Y/N’s arms were around his neck and she kept pulling him closer and he let her. I honestly thought they were making out at first. They’ve just never been like that before. I thought it was just because she was drunk?” 

 “Nonono, you’re right. That next morning, after the party and after everything with Jordan happened, I came downstairs and they were cuddling on the couch. Like, passed out and all wrapped up in each other. It was weird as hell,” Natalie tears the bag of popcorn open and carefully dumps it into a bowl, “They said it was because she was super upset afterwards. I don’t doubt that part, it’s just unlike David to do that. Like, pretty sure he wouldn’t do that for me if I asked him to, you know?” 

 “Do you think something is going on between them?” Dima asks, still attempting to keep his voice low.

 “Ugh,” she scrunches her face up, “I hope not. That’d be so gross. And weird. I don’t think there’s anything, though.”

 Natalie shoves the bowl into Dima’s hands as she begins to make her way to one of her cabinets in the living room, eyes scanning through DVD’s as she picks a random rom-com. 

 “Jesus fucking Christ, Natalie,” Dima complains, “You traded Star Wars for Clueless?” 

 “Yes? David? Y/N? Do you care?” 

 You and David quickly mumble a no, not really and return to your whispers. 

 “Okay, then we’re starting,” Natalie ignores Dima’s sigh of disbelief as she pops the DVD into the player.

 “Wait, Nat. We’re gonna go for a smoke first,” David interrupts her, pushing himself off of the couch and grabbing his cigarettes from the side table. You follow him and mirror his actions, moving towards the front door. 

 “Fine, but don’t take a long time. I don’t know why you guys started that shit in the first place.” You both ignore her comment and go out front, quickly removing a cigarette from your respective packages. 

 David’s stare lingers for a few seconds as you prop your cigarette between your lips and light it, looking away as you catch him.

 “What was that look for?” 

 “It’s nothing,” he promises, lighting his own and puffing it. You don’t push it, falling into a comfortable silence for a minute before David leans down to attach your lips. 

 Cigarette still between your fingers, both hands come to his cheeks as you reciprocate his kisses.

 ++

 “Why aren’t they saying anything?” Dima complains in a whisper, ear pressed against Natalie’s front door. 

 “You’re wasting your time, Dima,” Natalie says, “They’re probably just close again. You’re being fucking creepy, stop it!” 

 “I just wanna know-”

 “Know what? If they’re hiding something from us, there’s probably a good reason behind it. Just wait it out. If there’s something going on, as weird as that’d be, they’ll tell us eventually.”

 “Fine, but I’m still keeping an eye out for weird shit,” Dima replies, moving from his knees back to his feet, “I hate this - it feels like they’re lying to us.”

 “Why? You don’t even know if anything’s actually happening.” He simply shrugs as you and David open the door and emerge, reeking of tobacco and tar as you place yourselves next to each other on Natalie’s loveseat. Natalie silently hits play on the DVD player as you and Dave pile up in blankets, leaning into opposite cushions to seem as far apart as possible. 

 You feel David’s hand creep over, fingers lacing with yours under the copious amount of layers. Neither of you say anything as the movie begins, elbows propped up on the arms of the couch, intertwined hands between you. 

 “Doesn’t she get with her step brother or something? That’s so fucking gross,” David gripes for everyone to hear, squeezing at your hand.

 “Ex-step brother, Dave,” you gently remind in a whisper, scooting closer to him.

 David's voice drops so only you can hear, “That's not much better, baby. Still gross.” The blush that comes to your cheeks is almost immediately clocked by Dima and Natalie, both of them sharing a quick look before returning their attention to the TV. 

 Dave continues making snarky comments for the majority of the movie before asking Natalie to pause it.

 “Why?”

 “I just - we need another smoke, okay?” The roll of Natalie’s eyes is obvious as you both stand, grabbing your cigarettes and, this time, moving towards her back door.  

 You both place yourselves on her lawn furniture, silently pulling the objects out of their packages and propping them between your lips. 

 You begin to flick your lighter before David makes a noise, shaking his head and taking it from you. His lit cigarette is dangling from the corner of his mouth as he flicks your lighter, lighting the stick for you. He drops your lighter back into your hand and takes his cigarette back between his two fingers. 

 “Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes,” he says quickly, meeting your eyes before bringing his back up to his lips. 

 “You’ve never done that before,” you question him, blush rising in your cheeks. 

 “I wasn’t fucking you before,” Dave explains nonchalantly between puffs, shaking his head slightly.

 “So shouldn’t it be hot girls? Not pretty girls? You don’t usually call girls you’re just fucking pretty.”

 David shrugs slightly, “Why does it matter if you’re both? Which one would you rather be?”

 You go silent for a few seconds, mulling over your response, “...Pretty.” 

 “Why?” 

 “‘Cause you’re the only guy who’s ever called me that. Besides, like, my dad.” 

 He gapes slightly, shaking his head, “Jesus. What kind of guys have you been dating?” 

 “Shitty ones, I guess.”

 “No shit. You’ve always been beautiful, you should be told that.” David meets your eyes again, free hand moving to the top of your thigh. 

 “You’ve always thought that?” You ask, cheeks becoming redder and redder the more he continues. Your hand comes to rest over his, quickly moving to lace your fingers together.

 “Yeah, I just - I never said it ‘cause I thought it was weird. I wish I had, though.” David leans back in his seat, bringing your intertwined hands up and kissing the back of it before gently dropping them back into his lap. 

 “I wish you’d taken my virginity,” you say, squeezing his hand and maintaining eye contact.

 Your confession makes his eyes widen, “Why? I took your first kiss freshman year, isn’t that enough?” 

 You shrug, “Exactly! It was perfect. You’ve always treated me so much better than anybody else. Like...always. Why did we never do this before? It would’ve saved me so much hurt.” 

 David finishes his cigarette, stamping the butt into Natalie’s parents’ ashtray and sinking slightly into his seat. 

 “I don’t know if I would’ve done it before, baby,” he admits. 

 “Why not?”

 “I didn’t know then what I know now.”

 “So you only did it because you felt bad for me?” You hastily pull your hand out of his, putting out your cigarette. 

 “What? No, of course not-”

 “If this is just a pity fuck, then forget it.” You rise to your feet and move towards the door, David grabbing your wrist and forcing you to turn back to him. 

 “It’s not a pity fuck,” you look at him uncertainly, “Just hear me out, baby, okay? Sit down.”

 He takes one of your cigarettes from the pack and hands it to you, taking the liberty to light it once you’re sat beside him again. 

 “Before...you never told me anything. I didn’t know anything other than what people told me or rumors I heard, and you played it off so well. I didn’t think you were a slut or anything, but I didn’t know how these guys were treating you. I thought you were into it. It’s not about pity. You should be treated the way you deserve, and if I can do that for you, then great.” You sigh, your cigarette shaking as your hand trembles. David puts his hand on top of yours, making you look up at him. 

 “I just want you to see what you’re worth. When I look at you, I don’t just see something I wanna fuck. You’re my best friend, baby. I’m more interested in that.”

 You don’t say anything, bringing the menthol back up to your lips and looking away from him.

 “You know this is so much more than a pity fuck,” he adds, “You know I care about you, so why won’t you let me in?”

 You glance at him briefly before looking back at your hands, watching the end of your cigarette burn. 

 “I'm fucking scared, David,” you admit in a whisper, eyes welling up with tears. 

 “Hey, are you guys gonna be any longer?” Natalie steps out, slightly annoyed. Her face drops when you turn and her eyes land on you.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Just keep going without us, Nat, we’ll be back in a few,” David speaks up, careful not to answer for you.

 “Y/N…” She ignores his plead, looking at you for confirmation. 

 “I’m fine, Natalie,” you feign, wiping away your tears with your free hand. “You and Dima keep going. Please.”

 Natalie doesn’t answer, warily nodding her head and retreating inside.

 David waits until the door clicks shut to resume your conversation, taking your hand in his once more, “Why are you scared? It’s just me, baby.”

 “I’ve never had this before, Dave! Even if this is just platonic, I’ve never had a guy treat me this way before. I don’t know how to handle it.” You nervously bring the cigarette to your lips, inhaling deeply before releasing the smoke.

 “Just let me do this for you. Please, babe. You don’t have to ‘handle’ it at all,” his free hand flies up, quickly creating air quotes before coming back down, “I just want you to see yourself the way I see you. Or even the way Nat sees you. Like what I said before, if this,” he motions between you, “what’s going on between us, helps with that? Even just a little bit? It’s worth it to me.”

 “I just don’t want to fuck this up for myself-”

 “You won’t! Don’t worry about that shit - I’m not leaving you, okay? I love you so much. If you want me to stop, I will; if you want to stop all of this between us, we can; whatever you want. Do not think I’m sitting here with you out of pity. Ever.” David’s fingers reach for your cigarette, plucking it from your hold and taking a drag. 

 He exhales, still holding the object between his thumb and forefinger, making a face at the taste. “God, I forgot how terrible menthol is. Take this shit back.” 

 You stifle a giggle, taking it from him and wiping your tears. He leans over and presses a soft kiss to your cheek as your fingers brush, moving over slightly to attach your mouths. 

 He kisses you slowly, still tasting the menthol on your lips and gently pulling away. Faces still close and hands still intertwined, David breaks, “I love you, baby. As friends.” 

 You can barely murmur an agreement before he's beginning again, “I love you, but I need to get this fucking taste out of my mouth before I kiss you again. How do you smoke these?” He’s playfully griping in hopes of making you feel better, reaching for his cigarettes - a pack of Reds. Dave’s hand briefly leaves yours to pull a stick from the package and place it between his lips, left hand cupping around the lighter as his right hand flicks it. He holds the flame for a few seconds, watching it burn before stopping it, tossing the box and lighter onto the side table. 

 His hand immediately returns to yours as he takes a deep drag, exhaling slowly. “You’d tell me if I’m doing something wrong, right?” 

 “Yeah. Of course.” David nods solemnly at your response, goofy facade fading as he slinks backwards into his seat, pulling you with him. At second thought, he unlinks your hands, arm draping around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder, free hand moving to rest on his chest, watching it fall gently with each exhale. You feel his heart beating gently under your fingertips as you move up slightly, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek and mumbling a Thank you, David, I love you. You feel him nod slightly as he continues working on finishing his cigarette, murmuring a quiet You’re welcome. I love you, too.

 “And you know I’d do anything for you?” Dave questions a minute later, normal speaking voice this time, clearing his throat slightly and rolling his cigarette between his fingers. You nod against him, fingertips digging into his chest slightly as you press your body closer into him.

 His hand falls to your waist, rubbing lightly and affectionately, “Good. Let’s go in.” He leans forward a bit, putting out his cigarette and beginning to rise to his feet. 

 You tug on him slightly once you stand, “Kiss me before we go?” David nods without a second thought, head dipping as both hands tangle in your hair, mouths attaching. You melt into the taste of his cigarettes as he breathes harshly, deepening the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away entirely. 

 He follows you inside of the house, immediately apologizing on your behalf to Natalie and Dima. 

 “It’s okay!” Natalie swears, “Are you guys still staying the night?” 

 Despite not glancing at each other, you and Dave share the same uneasy expression before Nat begs once more, “Come on! It’s never just us four anymore, and it’s one of the last nights of the break before school starts. It’ll be fun!”

 David is the first to accept, quickly saying, “Yeah, you’re right. We’ve gotta go get more smokes, though.” 

 Natalie quickly deflates before he adds, “We’ll be back in, like, an hour. Hour and a half at the most. I swear.”

 ++

 You and David walk silently from Natalie’s house down the block to his place for his car, hands intertwined and swinging slightly.

 It isn’t until you get in the car you begin to realize how cold it is outside, rubbing your hands up and down your arms to try and warm them up.

 “Hey, do you have a jacket or something? I forgot mine.” 

 “Yeah, there’s a hoodie in the backseat.” David starts the car as you reach into the back to grab the hoodie, pulling it on and slumping back into your seat. 

 “Why’d we leave if we don’t need cigarettes? We just got some this morning.”

 David shrugs, reaching over to grab your hand again once he’s pulled out of the driveway, “I know you wanted it to just be us for a while, so I got us out - especially since we’re staying the night now. Are you feeling any better?”

 You shrug slightly at the question, squeezing his hand, “Thanks.” 

 He nods, momentarily going silent to mull over his next words. He doesn’t want to say the wrong thing, aware of your fragile state.

 “Hey,” he squeezes your hand to get your attention once more, causing you to turn your head back to him, “I know what’ll make you feel better, baby.”

 You sigh, a frown evident on your face, “Dave, I’m really not in the mood to fuck right now-“

 “What? No, of course not,” he cuts you off, “That’s not what I was gonna say.”

 You look at him, waiting for him to tell you what he’s planning. He continues to drive silently, not elaborating. You don’t think twice about the route he’s taking until he’s pulling into the Wendy's parking lot.

 “Ice cream fixes everything.”

 He parks the car, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and removing the keys from the ignition before hopping out. You roll your eyes at his movements, smile coming to your lips as you begin digging through your purse for your debit card. David takes the opportunity, while you’re idle, to move to the other side of the car, opening it for you. 

 He props himself against the door patiently before spotting the card in your hand, shaking his head, “Put your card away, I’m paying.”

 You roll your eyes once more as you get out, “I just got paid, David, it’s fine. I swear.”

 “And I’m getting paid tomorrow. Baby, I’ve got it. Seriously.”

 “I’m not letting you pay,” you insist as Dave moves off of the door, shutting it behind you.

 “Uh uh. No. It’s on me. I’m the guy!” He’s glued to his spot on the cement, fingers fiddling with the keys attached to his lanyard.

 “Guys only pay on dates!” You defend, hands going up in the air.

 “Then fuck it, this is a date!” He raises his voice slightly, hands mirroring yours as he steps closer, “Who gives a shit? Come on, baby. Just let me pay.”

 “Fine,” you give in, sighing and moving to put your card back in your purse, “It’s a date. You win.”

 “I loooove you,” he drags out, swinging his arm around your neck and pulling you into his side. His lips plant a quick, wet kiss to your cheek,  “As friends.” 

 You murmur a reciprocation before he drops his arm to open the restaurant door for you, free hand coming to your waist as he ushers you in. 

 You turn and stop in your tracks once you’re in, hand moving to rest his on his chest as you look up at him and meet his eyes, “Davey, baby, thank you. Seriously.” 

 David doesn’t think twice before murmuring a you’re welcome, beginning to lean in as his fingers come up to tilt your chin.

 “Oh, shit,” he exclaims, annoyed, eyes cutting to a table inside, “It’s Courtney.” He expects you to share his worry as he takes a step back, hand leaving you gently.

 “So? She’s with her parents,” You ask, apathetic, moving up on your toes in an attempt to lean in once more.

 “So?” He pushes you away softly, “She has a big mouth - you know that. I was about to kiss you, but she’ll tell everyone. She doesn’t know how to shut up.”

 You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and leaning against a window behind you. 

 “Shit, she’s coming over. Act normal. Thank fucking God she’s leaving.”

 “What’s normal?” You scoff slightly, quickly getting annoyed with his attempts to cover his tracks.

 “Act like we don’t fuck, dumbass,” he hisses quietly as she approaches, only for you to hear.

 Courtney’s crush on David is common knowledge, and for reasons unknown, the thought always gets under your skin. Nothing is wrong with her; she’s a pretty cheerleader with a squeaky clean reputation. You’re currently battling the spots for valedictorian and salutatorian with her, something she’s very serious (and bitchy) about. She’s occasionally rude to you, most likely because of your closeness with David and academic competition, but you don’t hold either of them against her. 

 “Hey David!” she grins, glancing at you over her shoulder, “Y/N.” 

 You nod at her with a tight lipped smile before her eyes drop to your torso, lip snarling up and eyebrows scrunching together.

 “Why are you wearing David’s sweater?”

 “I forgot my jacket,” you explain, arms still crossed, “Why are you wearing your uniform on Thanksgiving break? The season ended last week.” 

 Her jaw clenches and you can see David behind her attempting to not laugh, hand over his mouth. 

 “Anyways,” she turns back to David, ignoring your question, “My parents are out of town next weekend once we start school again. I'm having a party - Friday night, if you wanna come. It’s to celebrate the end of the season. You can bring someone.”

 David catches on to the exclusive invitation, immediately turning it on its head as he shrugs, “Sure. We’ll be there,” his head nodding towards you. Courtney’s head dips, faking a smile at you before waving goodbye to David, strutting out the door. You wait until it’s closed before turning back to him, removing your weight from the window.

 “God, she is so far up your ass-”

 “Shut up,” David cuts you off with a giggle, head dipping and lips attaching to yours. You feel his hands move to your waist as he slides his tongue gently against yours, smile coming to his lips a few seconds later as he leans out.

 “Go get a booth, baby. I’ll order.” 

 He walks over soon after you sit down, tray in hand. He slides it onto the table before placing himself in the seat across from you.

 “Did you ever fuck Courtney?” You casually ask, tossing a fry into your mouth. David nearly chokes at the question.

 “Ew, no, what the fuck? Why?” David shoos your hand away from his fries, “Hands off my fries. You know they’re for my frosty.”

 You and David always get opposite flavors, swapping halfway through. He dips his fries in them as he shovels spoonfuls of the ice cream in his mouth, plaguing whichever frosty he got first dibs on. 

 “I’m just wondering,” you shrug, reaching for the vanilla frosty and a spoon, removing it from the plastic, “Why not? She probably would, she’s super into you. She’s a cheerleader!”

 “She’s not my type and babe, she’s a flyer. She’s like, a hundred pounds. I’d split her in half,” David meets your eyes as he scoops a fry into the ice cream, shoving it into his mouth.

 “Yeah? What’s your type?” You slowly spoon it into your mouth, eyeing the quickly decreasing level of David’s frosty. 

 “You,” he says simply in between bites, “Your body’s a wet dream for every dude ever. You’re the reason I even have a type.”

 You blush slightly at the statement, “If I’m your type, then you’ve fucked other girls that look like me?”

 He scoffs lightly, shaking his head, “No. Not at all. People like you are hard to find, you know? In all aspects, not just how you look.” 

 Your head tilts slightly to the side, “You look for people like me?”

 “I mean. Yeah. You’re my girl, my favorite girl - always have been, whether you knew it or not. I’ve always looked for girls like you, you know? Like, in my head, they were always compared to you. Unfair for them, really. There’s no contest, they’re never gonna win. No one does when they’re up against you, especially not now. My love life will be royally fucked now. Are you done with your half?” You nod quickly, David’s spoon moving to his mouth and remaining as he swaps the cups between you.

 “Why?” Your eyes watch his lips as he removes the spoon from his mouth, placing it in the cup. You mirror his actions.

 “‘Cause, like, I don’t have feelings for you, right? Like, at all. But you’re still my, I dunno,” he absentmindedly swirls the melting ice cream with his spoon, attempting to pick the right words, “ideal girl, I guess? You’re the whole package to me - you’re smart, funny, you get good grades, you have goals for yourself, you always know what you want, you’re beautiful, sexy, you kick my ass in tennis, you can throw it back, and fuck, you give me that sloppy, sloppy, sloppy washing machine toppy I love so-.”

 “David! Shut up,” you laugh, “I love you, though. As friends.”

 He shakes his head at your giggles as he nearly finishes the frosty, “I love you, too. As friends. You’re my good girl, though. Most of the time. I love it.”

 You feel yourself melt at his words, “Thank you, baby.” He dips his head, nodding nonchalantly as he forces the last spoonful into his mouth. He tosses the empty cup and spoon onto the tray, hands idle in front of him, fidgety, as he waits for you.

 “I’ve been looking for a girlfriend,” David admits, “ever since we started this - so, for like a month now?”

 “You don’t like what we do?” You question him, tone light as your eyes remain on the cup in your hand. His statement hurts, oddly - you don’t know why, but part of you feels the need to fill the girlfriend-shaped hole in his life; almost like it has your name written all over it.

 “No, baby, I love it,” Dave says quickly, “Way too much. That’s why I’ve been looking, ‘cause I don’t wanna pin all of that on you. I mean, especially ‘cause we’re not gonna date, but I’m giving up on looking. I’m not gonna have any luck. Nobody is you. Like, I’d rather have this type of relationship with you than some half-assed shit with another girl when I’m not really into it and thinking about you the whole time, you know?”

 You shrug, meeting his eyes and finishing the ice cream, admitting, “I’d be open to try being with you. You never know what could happen.”

 He tuts, shaking his head softly, “I guess, I dunno. I just can’t really picture it. We’ve been friends forever, I wouldn’t wanna ruin that. Plus, the thought just makes me feel weird.”

 You shrug once more, making a noise of half-hearted agreement. You attempt to change the subject in hopes of him not hurting your feelings further, “Dave, question. Have you hooked up with anybody else since we’ve started?”

 “No, of course not. Didn’t you just hear me?” he jokes, “You’re my girl. You’re more than enough. You’re all I want. Why? Have you?”

 “No,” you say, shaking your head, “I don’t know if I can.”

 “Wait, what? What do you mean?” He watches as you fiddle with your fingers, refusing to meet his eyes. 

 “I just…I don’t know, Dave. You’ve helped me so much and I just can’t see myself going back to the same shitty football players. Not even just them, like, shitty guys in general. You’re right, you know? I need someone who’s gonna treat me well, and right now that’s you. I think it’s going to stay that way for a while.”

 You finally look up, meeting his eyes, once he reaches across the table, grabbing your hand. He quickly moves around the table to slide into your side of the booth, both hands gently sliding into your hair as he leans in, mouths softly attaching. 

 “That’s always gonna be me, though,” David whispers against your lips, forehead against yours while one hand moves to grip your chin, “I’m always gonna care. You deserve nothing less. I never wanna hurt you.” 

 His words dig the confusing knife a little deeper as your free hands come to his chest and you nod against him slightly.

 You murmur a wimpy, defeated I know before his lips are on yours once more. 

 He barely kisses you before he’s leaning out a few inches again, breaking, “I’ve actually helped you, then?”

 You nod, fingers tangling into his hoodie, breathing out, “Yes. So much.” 

 “Holy shit,” he whispers in disbelief, “That’s all I wanted. I love you. God, I love you so much.” He kisses you again, much deeper this time, fingers still grasping your chin before adding, “As friends.” 

 “As friends,” you quickly reaffirm, not entirely meaning the words as David continues his whispers.

 “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Like, earlier at Nat’s? When we were talking about it? It doesn’t matter, I just - wow. You’re my girl,” he says, meaning well, “You’re my girl, baby. Always. No matter what happens. There’s always gonna be me. I love you so much. Just - just let me in. You just have to talk to me.”

 You nod slightly in his hold, still gripping his hoodie tight, as he gently pulls away. 

 “Baby,” you whisper between kisses, “Can we, uh, go to the car?” He nods, both of you quickly getting out of the booth and leaving your garbage on the table, David dragging you out the door. 

 Your lips are on each other’s again as soon as you’re in the front seat of his car, leaning over the center console and tangling your fingers in his hair. His hands run down your sides quickly, moving to push your shirt up slightly and rest them on your lower back.

 “Fuck me, I love you,” he murmurs against your lips, adding a hasty, “Asfriendsthough.”

 You pull away in response to his words, forehead against his, suggesting in a whisper, “Backseat?”

 “I don’t have any condoms,” he leans out, sighing, “I ran out yesterday.”

 “Oh,” you frown, “okay. That’s fine, we can just make out.” 

 You lean in for a kiss again, hands on his chest. He kisses you for a few seconds before pulling away, seemingly bothered, offering, “I can eat you out?” 

 “No,” you resist in a whisper, forehead on his, “I wanted to feel you. It’s fine. Let’s just make out.” 

 Conversation purportedly over, you kiss him once more, fingers moving to grasp at his hoodie and pull him closer. He pulls away from your kiss quicker this time, causing you to roll your eyes in frustration. 

 “You’re on the pill, right?” 

 “David, you don’t have to. It's not a big deal, I know you don't want to-“

 “Answer the question, Y/N,” he cuts you off, voice stern, “Are you?”

 “Yeah, but-“

 “Get in the back.”

 You stay still for a moment, watching as he shuts the car off and tosses his keys in the cupholder, getting out of the car. 

 “David-“

 “Don’t make me tell you again,” he snaps, slamming the door. 

 You don’t argue further, climbing over the center console and falling on your back across the backseat as David climbs back in, shutting the door. He quickly settles on top of you, arms on either side of your head to hold himself up. He leans down to press a hasty, sloppy kiss to your lips, pulling away and sitting up, moving to tug off your shoes. 

 “David, really, you don’t have to-“

 “Stop talking.” 

 You bite your tongue to keep yourself quiet as he pulls your pants and your underwear off together, throwing them somewhere in the floorboards. 

 His strict demeanor fades the second he has his mouth back on you, eyes falling shut as he sighs into your kiss. 

 Your back arches into him, hands moving to his shoulders. 

 “Off,” David whispers, fingers reaching to tug at the hems of your shirt and hoodie, “Offoffoffoff. Please, baby. Off.” 

 He successfully pulls them off together, hands scrambling for your bra clasp, murmuring a quiet, “Let me see you, baby.” Although fumbling with the hooks and eyes, he undoes it, gently pushing the straps down the length of your arms and tossing it somewhere into the floorboards.

 “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to doing this with you,” he breathes out, “Or seeing these. Fuck. You’re so pretty.” David dips his head, mouth quickly moving to pay attention to both of your tits. 

 A few seconds later, he pushes himself back up onto his knees, eyes on you as he pulls his hoodie and shirt over his head. He flings both items onto the floor, forming a pile with your clothes and beginning to shove his boxers and sweatpants down his thighs. He spits into his hand, pumping himself a few times before hovering over you again and lining himself up. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek as he pushes in, lips moving down your jaw and neck.

 He only pushes in halfway before stopping, head dropping to your chest. David holds himself up above you, weight on both hands resting on each side of your head.

 “Oh, God,” he whimpers, “Oh, fuck.”

 You try to buck your hips up further into him, hand on the nape of his neck. He refuses, moving to rest his weight on one arm so his hand can come to your waist to halt your movements. His fingers dig into your skin, hissing a harsh, “Stop it.”

 “Are you okay?”

 “You’re so wet, fuck. You feel so fucking good - I can't.”

 Carefully, he pushes in the rest of the way, letting out a low groan. He starts moving agonizingly slow after a brief pause, worried he’ll cum too quickly - worried he’ll cum before you.

 “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou,” he whispers repeatedly, leaving soft kisses across your shoulders and brushing the hair out of your face. There's a pause between you, David breathing heavily before adding the dreaded, “As friends.” He plants a gentle, loving kiss to your cheek before he begins to speed up his hips slightly, still somewhat slow.

 He continues, steady hips accompanying soft touches and kisses before his hands and lips momentarily leave you. He gently pulls out, causing you to whine and begin bucking up your hips.

 David leans down as you whine his name and tug at him, fingers running lovingly through your hair. His head drops, lips wetly planting to your forehead in a sloppy, affectionate kiss. 

 “Shhh,” he hushes, “It’s okay, baby. Just gimme a sec.” 

 You meet his eyes and respond, voice small, “...Okay.”

 He leans over the center console and you watch as his hand lands on his pack of Marlboros.

 “Baby,” you say, hands on his chest as he leans over, “Grab my pack too?” 

 Wordlessly, Dave does, plucking it from the cup holder also occupied with his car keys. He’s doing some extra digging around, taking too long and restraining you from easing your libido.

 You whine once more, hands still on his chest, “Hurry up, Davey, please. I need you right now.” 

 “I know, honey. I’m sorry,” he apologizes, free hand delicately lacing with yours, “I need a minute. I can’t find a lighter.”

 His actions speed up at your words, quickly locating a Bic and returning to you. Before doing anything else, he untangles your hands and positions himself at your entrance, pushing back in and groaning lowly at the sensation. David pulls a cigarette from each package and hands you yours, fingers brushing gently. You both prop your respective cigarettes between your lips as he leans down, flicking the lighter so the ends of the sticks light simultaneously. 

 You meet each other's eyes as he does so, staring deeply before he releases the flame and pulls away, placing the lighter down along with your packs of cigarettes.

 You watch David as he puffs it, stick between his fingers and free hand resting on your stomach. You eye his lips, exhaling the smoke in your lungs as he does. 

 “I love you,” you say, placing your cigarette between your lips and taking a drag as you reach for his hand. 

 Dave’s hips begin moving slowly again, squeezing your hand reassuringly, “As friends?”

 You nod, exhaling the smoke before he leans down to attach your lips, the tastes of bitter tobacco and menthol mixing against your tongues. He murmurs a reciprocation before pulling away from the kiss, faces still close as his eyes scan over your face.

 “You’re so beautiful,” he compliments in a whisper, squeezing your hand once more before letting go, “I mean it. You’re perfect.” 

 His hand now comes to your cheek, meeting your eyes before leaning back up and sticking his cigarette back between his lips. 

 You notice David’s halfway through it now as he continues to steadily move his hips and takes a drag.

 “When you’re done,” you break, trailing off, “with the cigarette…”

 “Yeah?” The smoke from both of you swirls around the car, windows now foggy, as Dave’s hand gently moves from your cheek to the base of your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, soft palms and rough fingers simply resting there as he meets your eyes again, almost concerned.

 “Put it out on me,” you breathe out, free hand moving to reach for his forearm in front of you, “Please, David. Put it out on me. Please.” 

 His hips stop their movements, David’s voice going soft, “What? Baby, no.” 

 “Davey,” you whine, “Come on. Please, baby. Just do it. I want it.”

 “No,” he still resists, “I don’t wanna hurt you - or scar you. No. I’m not doing that.” 

 “David,” you push, still begging, “Please. I don’t care. I wanna remember this with you.”

 He pauses, exhaling slightly, “...Where?”

 Your fingers dig deeper into his forearm at the words, “Anywhere. Please, Davey, baby. Put it out on me.”

 “Cum for me first,” he says, “Can you do that for me, honey? By the time I finish it?”

 You nod quickly at his request, staring into his eyes as his hips speed up.

 “Well?” He asks, tutting softly, “Babygirl, I’m not doing it. This is on you.”

 You realize what he’s saying, placing your cigarette between your lips. You take one last drag before moving to roll his window down to toss it out, David’s gentle hand suddenly pushing you down by your neck.

 “What are you doing?” His eyes scan over your features, slightly concerned.

 “Throwing it out?” 

 “Give it to me, baby. I’ll do it,” Dave says, quickly putting his cigarette between his lips and moving to roll the window down. He does, removing the cigarette from your fingers and tossing it. 

 “Fuck, Dave, it’s cold,” you complain, his hand still resting at the base of your throat as he rolls the window back up. 

 He doesn’t comment, taking a drag from his cigarette and removing it, hips still moving. Your hand moves down to touch yourself, free hand gripping his forearm as he fucks into you. 

 You whine, back arching against him and legs spreading wider. 

 “I love you,” David says between puffs, “As friends.” 

 You simply nod at his statement, hand working faster against yourself as you eye the tip of his cigarette. 

 Cigarette now propped between his lips, David quickly gets nervous as the signs of your impending orgasm become painstakingly obvious. 

 “I’m gonna cum,” he admits in a grunt, taking the stick between his fingers again, “You want me to pull out?” 

 “Nononononono. Please no,” you beg, legs tightening around him, “Inside of me. Please, Davey. Cum with me. Together.”

 He nods slightly, “Do you need me to count, baby?” 

 “Yes, please.” 

 He begins counting down from ten, feeling your nails dig deeper into his forearm the closer he gets to zero. He watches your face intently as it twists up and you gasp beneath him, quickly leaning down to kiss you before pulling away.

 All at once, his hips are stilling as you cum simultaneously, David’s fingers nervously fumbling as he pushes the tip of the lit cigarette into the top of your thigh. 

 You shriek as he spins the stick and pushes it deeper into your skin, tears slipping out of your eyes. You reach for his hand still holding you down, David denying your request in order to allow him to stop his pain inducing movements. He quickly reaches to roll the window down once more, tossing the cigarette out and rolling the glass back up. 

 Dave immediately reaches for your hand, squeezing and pressing a kiss to your cheek, breaking, “Please don’t make me do that again.” 

 He delicately moves his hips, pulling out gently and groaning at the sight of your pussy. 

 “Oh, fuck me,” David exclaims, letting go of your hand and moving to spread your legs, head between your knees. “Spread them for me, baby. Oh, God.”

 Your burn still pulsating, he seemingly forgets momentarily about the harm he had just caused as he swipes his fingers through the mess dripping out of you. Dave pushes his wet fingers past his lips, meeting your eyes as he sucks the remnants of himself off.

 His hand moves to your stomach, resting delicately before his voice breaks with a vile request, “Push it out for me, honey.” 

 David’s eyes now trained on your pussy once more, you moan slightly, trying your best to not think about the stinging burn and gently push his cum out. 

 “Oh, fuck,” he breathes, fingers reaching to spread your pussy apart, still watching, “Jesus Christ. You’re gonna ruin me.”

 “I can’t look at it anymore,” David says, moving from between your legs, “If I do, I’m gonna get hard again. Fuck me, baby. I’m not gonna wear a condom with you anymore. Not when I know I can see that on the regular.”

 David slides you over slightly, settling against the door and pulling you to lay against him, back pressed to his chest. He drags his fingertips across your stomach softly, lovingly kissing the side of your head as you rest it back against his shoulder. 

 You break the silence as he traces patterns into your skin, “Davey, baby, can I ask you something?” He simply hums in response, waiting for you to continue. 

 “How many people did you fuck before me? Like, what’s your body count?”

 “What?” He asks, voice soft and taken aback by your question, not expecting you to be so forward. 

 “I’m just curious.”

 He sighs, continuing to move his fingers across your skin. For a moment, you think he’s going to ignore the question completely. 

 “Two other girls. So...my body count is three.”

 “Have you ever fucked any of my friends?”

 “Where is this coming from, baby? You know you have nothing to worry about. I’m all yours.”

 You shrug in his hold, attempting to ignore the meaning behind his words. You move your head and look up at him as best as you can, hands moving to lace over his.

 “I don’t know,” you admit, pausing slightly as David plants a quick, doting kiss to your cheek, “I just realized you know about pretty much everyone I’ve been with, you know? I don’t know the same for you.”

 He’s silent again for a moment, searching your eyes for any sign of lying - any possible sign of it being a trick question; however, he knows it’s not. 

 “I haven’t exactly, um, slept with one of your friends...”

 You furrow your eyebrows, looking at him in confusion and gripping his hands tighter. 

 “What do you mean?”

 “Remember how I said I fucked someone at the tennis camp we went to?” David faces you forward again, head resting on your shoulder.

 You nod in response as he pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you, fingers still intertwined.

 “Well…” he trails, voice going soft, nearly hesitant, “Remember your roommate?”

 Your eyes widen at the realization, “Holy shit. You fucked her?”

 He nods against you before you turn to look him over, his face giving you an impression of his regret. 

 You can’t help but laugh slightly until you realize something, “Oh my God, David, was I in the room? Please tell me I wasn’t.”

 “Maybe...” he admits half-heartedly, voice going up an octave.

 “David!” You sit up, quickly untangling your hands and smacking his chest. 

 “You were sleeping!” He offers, attempting to grab your hands once more.

 “No! Gross! Ugh, ew! Why?” You deny his tries and turn in his lap to face him, arms draped around his shoulders.

 “Baby, that’s not fair! I've fucked you on Natalie’s couch while she was upstairs, a few times now, but I fuck a girl in the bunk below you and you freak out?” He teases as his hands land on your waist, thumbs rubbing slightly, “If it makes you feel any better, honey, I wish I’d fucked you instead. I think I might've crawled into the wrong bunk?”

 “I think you might have. But don’t change the subject! That’s so different,” you whine slightly, moving to lay on top of him completely. Your bare chest presses against his, legs tangling together. 

 “Hm,” David hums questioningly, “How so?”

 “She’s not me.”

 David laughs, head leaning down to kiss you, “True. So, it’s only okay for us to pull that shit?”

 “It’s our thing,” you mumble, faces close, “Nobody else’s. You can only sneak around with me.”

 “Mm,” he agrees, “I’m okay with that.”

 You leave one last kiss on the corner of his mouth before dropping your head to his chest, his hands tangling in your hair. 

 “So...your virginity?” 

 “You know it was Sami, baby,” David answers, fingers moving from your hair to your spine, rubbing gently.

 “Yeah, but...our first time you didn't fuck like you barely had experience. And if you’ve only fucked two girls before me…”

 He pulls you closer before clearing his throat, breaking, “Sami and I fucked around for a while last year. Friends with benefits, I guess. I don't know, we just hooked up a lot, but she got clingy and irritating.”

 “What do you mean clingy?” You ask, feeling the doting touches of his hands - rough, calloused fingertips from God-knows-what accompanied by soft palms. 

 “I think,” David pauses, knuckles running gently down your spine, “I think she had feelings for me, I guess. Like, every time after we fucked, she wanted me to hold her. It was so annoying; I just wanted to go home. I didn’t wanna spend any more time with her than I had to.” 

 “But,” you say, contradicting him, “You hold me after every time we fuck?”

 “Yeah, but that’s different,” he shrugs slightly, “You’re my girl. You’re on my mind all day long, of course I’m gonna hold you. It was never fun with her like it is with you.” 

 “All day long?” you ask, not believing his words, “What?” 

 “Every second of every day,” he admits, moving to bend his head down to kiss your shoulder, “Hard not to think about you. I can never get enough.” 

 “Oh,” you say, looking up and meeting his eyes. You change the subject slightly in an attempt to distract yourself from dissecting his statements, “So...you guys...weren’t...like us? At all?” 

 He tuts, shaking his head as his fingers tangle in your hair once more, “No way. This is so much better. I only thought it was good because I hadn’t fucked anyone else.”

 “I’m not asking because I’m jealous-”

 “I know,” he interrupts, “I’m just saying. Nothing’s ever gonna compare to sharing this with you.” 

 You try your best to ignore his statement, asking, “So you guys never dated?” 

 “You know the answer to that, baby,” he mumbles, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead, “I haven’t dated anyone.”

 “I was just asking,” you explain, “People date in secret all the time. You never know.” 

 “I know,” David says, trying to move the subject matter away from him, “I think it’s kind of dumb, like, what’s the big deal? Why stay secret? You should just tell people. Like, I get if you’re just fucking and you don’t want to tell anyone, but dating? It doesn’t make any sense to me.” 

 You shrug, not commenting on the topic further, “Why don’t you just date Sami if you thought she liked you?”

 “Why would I do that to myself when I have this right in front of me?” he asks, “I don't want to talk about her anymore, baby, can we change the subject?”

 “I mean,” you stutter slightly, “Yeah, of course, but why?”

 “I just feel like,” David pauses, mulling over his next words, “Unless they hurt either of us, I don't really care about the people we’ve been with before this happened. Like, we have each other now, you know? We don't have to worry about anything. I don’t want anyone else…,” he trails, turning to meet your eyes, “Do you?”

 “No,” you say, almost too quickly, “Of course not. I’m yours. You’re the only one I think of.”  

 He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Good, but don’t forget I’m yours, too. All yours. This isn’t one sided, honey.” 

 You nod slowly, going quiet for a few seconds before you decide to change the subject, eyes still on his, “Don’t beat yourself up about not dating anybody, Dave. It’s not about you. You’d be a really good boyfriend.” 

 He gently tugs you closer, eyes on yours, “You really think so?”

 “Yeah. You’re the best guy I know,” you admit, feeling David melt slightly at your words. You switch positions again, your head on his chest, not meeting his eyes.

 “I want a girlfriend so bad,” he complains, “I’ve always wanted to, I dunno, write a girl love notes? Like, every day, you know? Or those random texts out of nowhere telling her I love her? And bring her coffee every morning? It’s all in the little stuff. I love it.” 

 “You don’t even drink coffee, though?”

 “I know,” he mumbles, “But I’d still learn how she takes it.” 

 “You’re so cute,” you admit, quickly attempting to correct yourself as David’s hands halt their gentle movements at your words, “That’s so cute. You’re so soft! Who would’ve known?” 

 “Shut up,” he laughs lightly, trying to brush off your previous statement, “Don’t tell anyone that. It’s embarrassing.” 

 “No, it’s not!”

 “Whatever,” he shrugs, going quiet, “It is to me.” 

 You drop it for his sake, changing the topic, “Did you fuck Sami like you fuck me? Is that why you’re so good at it?”

 “Baby-”

 “I’m sorry. I forgot.”

 David tuts, fingers resuming their gentle strokes along your back, “It’s fine. No. I didn’t. I’ve only done this with you. I’m good at it with you because I know how you work, I guess.”

 “‘I know how you work,’” you mock, “How?”

 “I can just read you really easily. I know what you like, I guess, like it’s the back of my hand. It’s easy with you. I don’t feel like I’m trying too hard.”

 You simply nod at his explanation, going quiet and beginning to listen to his heartbeat.

 “Davey?” You break a minute later, voice soft, arms moving to wrap around his neck. 

 “Hm?”

 “My thigh hurts. Like, the burn?”

 Forgetting about the burn until you mention it, he curses under his breath, helping you sit up. 

 “We have to go back to Nat’s and clean it. Fuck, you should’ve said something before!”

 “Not yet, I was just saying…” you say, pushing him back down, “A little longer? This is nice…”

 “Are you sure?” David asks, eyes scanning over your face worriedly, “The burn scares me, baby. I don’t wanna risk anyth-”

 “Just hold me,” you beg, arms wrapping around his torso, “We aren’t alone like this together enough. It’s always so rushed.” 

 Hesitantly, he agrees, “You’re right. Okay. Just let me know when you’re ready, babe. Nat and Dima are waiting on us.” 

 “They can wait,” you say, “We need this.”

 “Mm,” he hums and pulls you closer, sweaty skin sticking together, “We do. I love you.” 

 “I love you too,” you reciprocate, “Kiss me, Davey, baby. Please.” David tips your head up by your chin, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. Your lips attach gently, eyes fluttering closed as you feel his free hand tangle in your hair.

 You kiss slowly for a few seconds before David pulls away slightly, lips millimeters apart, “As friends.”

 You barely nod against him in response before attaching your mouths once more, attempting to push your thoughts away from his dreaded statement. David pulls away as your eyes begin welling up with tears, still holding your chin as his eyes drop, looking over your face.

 He doesn't notice the tears before you place your head in his neck, holding him close to your body as you shut your eyes, breathing deeply. You attempt to refocus your thoughts, paying close attention to attempt mirroring David’s breathing patterns. 

 A few minutes later, David breaks, clearing his throat softly, “Is this what you think pity feels like?” 

 “What?” you ask, voice soft, “No?” 

 He takes one of your hands, sliding it over his chest, fingers lacing together, “Good, ‘cause it’s not. This is love.” 

 You go quiet at his words, not saying anything, before he speaks again, “Do you need me to show you?”

 “What do you mean?”

 “Um…” he pauses, shifting, “Look at me.” 

 You do, tears now subsided, David gently grabbing your chin once more as he looks into your eyes. 

 His gaze drops to your lips, eyes lidded, “This…” 

 He pauses, leaning in slightly, lips nearly attaching as his breathing staggers, “Is love.” 

 You breathe in sharply before he kisses you gently; a short kiss, but enough.

 Dave’s eyes remain on you, staring adoringly as you look up at him, “What we have is real.”

 Hands still intertwined, he undoes them, moving his palm to cover the top of your hand. He places your palm over his heart, holding it there as you feel his heartbeat. 

 “This is real,” he continues, hand leaving yours to rest on your heart, “You feel it too. I know you do.” 

 David pauses, upholding his gaze and focusing on the consistent thumps under his finger tips, voice soft, “Tell me you feel it too?”

 “You just said-”

 “Yeah, but baby, I wanna hear you say it,” he says quickly, rushing it out, “Tell me you feel this; that it’s not just me; that this is love. Tell me it’s not just me.”

 “What do you- um,” you stutter, mind blanking, “What do you feel?”

 “This,” he says vaguely, quickly finding his words and continuing, “You know it feels different than when we first started this. It feels like we’re a package deal now; I never want to be away from you. I never would’ve thought we’d end up here - together, nonetheless. Please, baby, tell me you feel it too. I don’t wanna be alone in this. Something is different, right?” 

 “...Feelings?” you question timidly, doing your best to refrain from giving yourself false hope.

 “Yes, feelings,” he says, “But not feelings. Not in that way. I just mean...I love you as friends, but this, between us, is hitting me so differently now. Please say it back.”

 “I feel it too, David,” you comply, “It is different.”

 “So I’m not crazy?” 

 “No, you’re not crazy,” you confirm, feeling his heart speed up, “What do you mean it’s hitting you differently now?”

 “Like,” Dave searches for his words, eyes glued on yours, “I’m getting really possessive over you. It’s been building up, but like, it feels like I don’t want another guy to touch you or anything at all. I know I shouldn't be getting jealous ‘cause we’re not like that, but-”

 “You can get jealous,” you say, wanting him to claim you as his own, “Can I get jealous?” 

 A smile plays at his lips at your words, “If I can get jealous, I don’t see why you can’t.”

 “I can’t imagine you being jealous,” you say, “At all.” 

 “Just wait,” David promises, “You’ll be able to tell. The worst part is I can’t do anything about it. Not in front of anyone, anyway.” 

 “I mean, you could...,” you trail off, “It’d be pretty hot.” 

 David dips his head to kiss you deeply, your hands still over each other’s hearts, “You don’t want me to, I promise. It pisses me off; I want every guy to know you're mine.” 

 “So it’s every guy?”

 “Yes. Almost every guy.” 

 “Dima? Ilya?” 

 David shakes his head slightly, “No, they’re cool. Maybe Ilya a little bit, but only ‘cause I know he’d be down to fuck you. Dima, Alex, Mike, John, all of them, though? They’re fine. It’s just everyone else I have an issue with…But really, though, baby, you don't wanna see me jealous. I turn into a real asshole.”

 “You're always an asshole,” you joke, sliding your hand up from his chest to the side of his neck and into his hair.

 “Not with you,” he promises, voice suddenly soft as his hand moves from your chest to your waist, rubbing softly, “Never with you.” 

 “I know,” you confirm, going quiet for a few seconds, “Can you keep going about what we were talking about?” 

 “About this being love?”

 You nod at his question, “And tell me what love is.” 

 David moves, murmuring a quiet “Come here, baby,” and sitting up against his car door, pulling you into his bare lap. You settle, legs on either side of his body, arms draping around his shoulders. 

 “I think,” he begins slowly, the last -ck syllable catching in his throat as his hands slide delicately up your back, “Everything me and you do together, now, at least, has love in it. Everything we do is love. If I can't go a few minutes without thinking of you? I dunno, I’d call that love.”

 “I know - um,” David continues, stuttering slightly, “I need a cigarette. Hold on. You want one?” You shrug, nodding your head and gripping his shoulders as he leans over slightly, removing his hands from you. You watch his fingers as he delicately pulls one from each package and grabs the Bic. He turns back to you, passing you the stick and watching as you place it between your lips, waiting.

 Cigarette propped between his lips haphazardly, Dave’s thumb pushes against the spark wheel of the lighter repeatedly until a flame results. 

 You meet his eyes as you let him light the end of your cigarette, David breaking the silence, “Pretty girls don’t light their own cigs. I’m gonna say it every time.” 

 Your only response is a blush as he quickly lights his cigarette, tossing the lighter to the side. It lands on top of your clothes, his free hand coming to your waist. 

 He takes a drag, exhaling to the side before continuing his statement, “Now, I know,” he cuts himself off, sighing slightly, “I know that I, um, haven’t really been with anyone - like, I haven’t dated anyone, right? - but I just feel like...Well, I guess you could use that to say I don’t know what I’m talking about, which I don’t, not really-”

 “Spit it out, Davey,” you say, quietly smoking and listening as he speaks, “It’s okay. Just tell me what you're thinking.”

 “Okay,” he agrees, taking another quick drag, “I know I haven’t dated anyone, or been in love or any of that, but I’m just saying, baby...When I think about love,” he pauses slightly, “This is exactly what I picture, you know? Us. The shit that we do. I can’t - I can’t picture wanting to be this way with anyone else. You’re my girl. Like, of course I can’t really picture us being together together, but still...This is love. I know it is. Honestly, there’s no way it isn’t.”

 David goes quiet, free hand gently running over your body, and you begin to realize how much you hate the way he’s making you feel. He makes your heart swell with every ‘I love you,’ only for his addition of ‘as friends’ to rip it out. You’re not even sure how to feel. No matter how sweet he thinks he’s being, the more he attempts to explain his feelings, he’s only digging the knife in deeper. You want to tell him to stop, or kiss him just to get him to shut up - but David’s twisting the knife now as he pulls his fingers through the knots in your hair, uttering another soft spoken I love you that you know he doesn’t mean in its entirety.

 You lift your head and plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth, telling him you think it’s time to go back. He shakes his head, his hold on you tightening as he demands, “Say it back.”

 You stare at him blankly, not entirely sure you want to say it back, but his eyes have softened and he looks wounded - almost as if he were the one being toyed with. You say it, meaning every word, because you know you can’t say no to him. 

 “This is love,” he says slowly as some sort of gentle reminder, fingertips running delicately down your spine, “I don't want to feel this with anyone else.” 

 He pauses, cigarette between his fingers, “Tell me I’m the only one...I know I am, I just want to hear you say it.”

 You dread saying it again, because it means you're forced to admit it to yourself once more, but you still do it, telling him, “You're the only one.”

 You finish your cigarette, quickly moving to roll down the window behind David and toss it out. He turns, taking one last drag before throwing his cigarette out and rolling up the window.

 “I know you were talking about me earlier,” you say, forcing yourself to continue because it seems like David needs it, “Um, and I wanted to tell you that nobody’s gonna compare to you, either. I can’t think of anyone else. I don't want to.”

 “I don’t want you to, either,” he says, hand coming to your cheek, “You’re mine, and I’m yours.” 

 “Um, yeah,” you say, agreeing with him, “You’re mine, I’m yours…But really, Davey, baby, I mean it. You’ve changed everything for me. I’d do this forever with you, I love it so much. It just feels so...right.”

 “It feels like we should’ve done this forever ago,” he says, “I know I said I didn’t know if I would have, but…if I knew I’d feel this way about you? Absolutely.”

 “I don’t want you to think that this is one sided,” you tell him, fingertips nervously playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “Or anything like that…”

 “I know it’s not, baby,” David reassures, “If it was one sided, you wouldn’t melt the way you do when I kiss you.”

 “What?”

 “Sorry,” he giggles quietly, arms wrapping around your torso, “But you do. Like, let me kiss you.” 

 Dave leans up, attaching your lips, feeling you sigh into the kiss and tug his head closer. He pulls away, meeting your eyes and giggling once more, “It’s okay, baby, really. It’s cute. You do it every time. I love it.” 

 “But I know it’s not one sided, honey, don’t worry about it,” he changes the subject, “Just don’t close up on me, okay? You’ve been a little off lately - especially tonight. Talk to me if you feel any different about this, ‘cause I love you - a lot.”

 “I know, I will-”

 “I love you and I want to make this good for you,” David continues, eyes glued to yours, hands now on your waist, “If that means changing how we do things, then I’ll do it, you just have to tell me. I can’t have my girl getting closed off from me, can I?” 

 You blush, shaking your head sheepishly. His head drops, lips pressing softly against your shoulder as he murmurs a quiet, “Just let me in, babe. I promise I can help.” 

 You go quiet, shifting slightly and settling your head in his neck. You focus on his breathing momentarily, before David breaks, “I don’t wanna rush you, baby, but don’t you think we should get going?” 

 You nod against him, both of you sitting up. He silently reaches for your clothes before grabbing his, plucking your bra from the pile. He puts it on you, gently sliding the straps over your arms and onto your shoulders. 

 You adjust the cups for him, before he asks, voice soft, “Which clasp do you do? Sorry, I should pay more attention...” You tell him and he complies with a slight struggle, completing the task nonetheless. His success is accompanied by a loving kiss pressed to the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

 You help each other dress - doting kisses along his collarbone as he slips his shirt on, his fingertips dancing along the waistband of your underwear as you kiss him, tugging lightly on his hair and sighing.

 “I’ll never get over how much I love you,” David says, whining slightly, “This is love, baby. I never want to stop touching you.”

 “I want to be here with you forever,” you murmur against his lips, “This is so perfect.”

 “You’re perfect,” he compliments, kissing you again, “So perfect.”

 “So are you,” you say, “Literally. Dream guy.” 

 “You mean that?” David quickly asks between kisses, breathless, “Like, really? I’m your dream guy?”

 “Of course,” you admit, not thinking twice, sentences broken up by kisses, “You’re hot. You’re cute. You’re sweet. You’re an asshole, which I guess I’m into. You know how to fuck me. You’re the best. Not gonna find anyone else like you.”

 “Mmm,” David hums, affirming, “Nobody fucks you like me. We gotta go.”

 “Touch me some more,” you insist, pushing his hands down your sides and kissing him, “Please.”

 His fingers push up the hem of your shirt as he kisses you, nails digging into your skin slightly, before he rushes out, “I gotta tell you something. It’s embarrassing; don’t laugh at me.”

 “What is it?”

 “I’m sure you’ve noticed, but,” Dave says, tugging you closer, “I’ve been calling you late at night a lot, right?”

 “Yeah, you have,” you affirm, quickly growing worried, “Is everything okay?”

 He giggles slightly, looking up into your eyes, “Everything’s fine, baby, I just, um...The reason I’ve been calling you so late is ‘cause I’ve gotten into a really bad habit.”

 “What is it, Dave?”

 “I can’t sleep without you now,” he admits, “I try to go to bed but I just need you. I can’t get you, so I just gotta get the balls to call you so I can hear your voice for a while. I just fall asleep to that. It’s enough - most of the time, at least.” 

 “You could always sneak over,” you offer, “You don't gotta go through all of that. Come over and sleep.”

 “Yeah? You’d let me?”

 “Yeah, of course! Don’t come over just to fuck, though-”

 “I won't, baby. I know you do most of your homework at night, anyways...I just wanna sleep.”

 “Is it that bad?” you ask, “How much are you sleeping?” 

 “Like, an hour or two a night? It’s pretty bad, I guess,” David says, “I’m really tired all the time.” 

 “Baby, you need to sleep!” you insist, pulling him closer, “You should’ve told me before. I can leave my window open for you.”

 “Okay, I’ll tell you when I’m coming over once we start school again. Don’t stay up all night on me when you’re working - a bed that smells like you but doesn’t have you in it isn’t any help.”

 “I’m always right there at my desk, though-”

 “Still not in my arms,” David interrupts, “But note taken that I can sneak over; maybe I’ll get some sleep on school nights now. We need to get going.” 

 “Yeah, we do. Kiss me, first,” you agree, Dave quickly leaning up and attaching your lips. 

 He leans out a few seconds later, faces still close, before he speaks, “I love you so much...”

 “But?”

 “No but...,” he trails, “I just - I don't even know how to put into words how much I love you. I could never explain it the right way.”

 “I believe you,” you say, hands in his hair, “But when you can't use your words, use your actions.”

 David giggles slightly, sleepy smile coming to his face, “My actions? Let me think...The way you let me shove my dick down your throat really reminds me of how much I love and appreciate you. No, I’m kidding.”

 “What can I do when I want you to know how much I love you but can’t describe it?” David asks himself, humming quietly as the gears in his head turn, “I think everything is in touches for us. Kinda goes back to what we were talking about; if I do this,” Dave runs his fingertips up your spine, feeling you get goosebumps under him, “or if I do this,” he gathers a fistful of your hair in one of his hands, tugging slightly and exposing your neck, “They mean the same thing, you know?”

 “Either way,” he continues, “My love for you is there. Take every time I touch you as an ‘I love you’ - I’m not good at going into depth with how I feel, but me loving you is still always on my mind.” 

 You nod in his hold, fingers still running through his hair as you lean in for a kiss, David saying quietly before your lips attach, “I think I mean it more and more every time I say it.” 

 You kiss softly, Dave beginning to murmur a steady stream of I love you’s against your lips before he finally pulls away, “Yeah. Every time I say it, it feels different. Fuck, baby, I love you. As friends.”

 “I love you too,” you reciprocate, eyes on his as you force yourself to lie, “As friends.” 

 “As friends,” he confirms, pressing a final kiss to your lips, “Up front, baby. Let’s go.” 

 ++

 David is openly distraught as he throws open Natalie’s front door and scrambles around the first floor to the kitchen, skimming through cupboards and cursing under his breath. 

 “Um, hello? What’s up?” Natalie speaks up from the living room questioningly, peeking over the back of the couch at David. He crouches down in front of the cupboard under the kitchen sink, skimming through the labels of random containers.

 “Where’s your first aid kit?” 

 “What the fuck?” she asks, eyebrows scrunching together, “Why?”

 “Y/N hurt herself! Where is it?” 

 You interrupt, “David, it’s not even that big of a deal-”

 “Wait, what? What happened-“

 “Nat!” He exclaims harshly, startling her as she jumps slightly at his tone. 

 “It’s in the bathroom upstairs,” she rolls her eyes, sitting back in her seat, “The one by my room.”

 Dave immediately rushes upstairs, you following closely behind as he hurriedly skips steps in his ascent.

 “On the counter,” he demands once you get to the bathroom, grabbing the red bag from under the sink. You obey, hopping onto the sink and allowing him to tug your jeans past your hips, stopping at your knees.

 David’s not sure what he’s doing; he never took first aid and he’s never had to do any of this before. He grabs the first thing from the kit which seems like it might help - a bottle of hydrogen peroxide - ultimately deciding he’s going to wing it. 

 “What the fuck?” Dima appears in the doorway with Natalie in tow, you and David turning to acknowledge them. 

 “Why are your pants down?” Dima questions, eyebrows raised. 

 “I burned my leg.” 

 “How?”

 “I dropped my cigarette,” you quickly lie, neither Dima or Nat questioning it right away as Dima takes notice of the bottle in David's hand. 

 “You’re not putting that on it, are you?” 

 He shrugs, “Should I not?”

 Dima sighs, dragging his hands down his face, “Jesus. Let me do it.”

 “No, I can do it. Just tell me what to do,” David argues as Dima makes his way over to you.

 “Obviously you can’t, dude,” Dima motions towards the peroxide.

 David scoffs, “I can do it-“

 “Dave, just let him,” David’s eyes widen at you, almost offended you won’t take his side, “He’s in sports med, he probably knows what he’s doing.” 

 He finally agrees, rolling his eyes as he moves to stand on the opposite side of you. Dima grabs a washcloth from the cupboard and runs it under cold water, saturating it completely. He eyes the deep, circle shaped burn on your thigh, immediately aware you lied about how you received it. He doesn’t call you out, giving you a quick look of warning before pressing the cloth against your thigh. 

 You hiss, immediately grabbing David’s hand and squeezing. Dima spots the worry on his face and goes to give Natalie a look of his own, but she’s staring at you two with an expression somewhere between sympathy and adoration. 

 Dima continues holding the washcloth, looking underneath it to get another glimpse of the spot.

 “This is really deep for just dropping it, Y/N,” he comments, “Like, second degree, at least.”

 “Fuck,” David mumbles, untangling your hands to push your jeans further down, not wanting them to get wet.

 “David, I don’t understand why you’re freaking out. You’re more concerned than she is,” Dima says, pushing the damp cloth a little deeper.

 You hiss once more at the feeling, free hand moving to the nape of Dave’s neck, digging your fingertips in. His hand moves to your waist in response, resting there as Dima eyes the way David’s thumb rubs at your skin comfortingly.

 “I feel bad, okay?” 

 “It’s not your fault, though,” you add, causing him to frown.

 “I just don’t like seeing you hurt.” Your fingers move from his neck to tangle in the short hair at the back of his head, his eyes meeting yours.

 “It’s fine, Dave,” you promise, “I’ll be fine.” 

 “What if it scars?” he asks, eyes wide, “I’d feel so terrible.”

 “Why?” Dima interrupts. 

 “I-I don’t know, dude, I’d just feel bad, okay?” he defends, not meeting anyone’s eyes. Dima and Natalie glance at each other once more, dropping the subject and moving on. 

 ++

 You and David had gotten to Courtney’s party a bit late and it was already booming. You were already well on your way to blacking out when you got there due to the numerous amount of shots you’d done before you left your house, but that didn’t stop you from dragging David to the kitchen and pouring another. You clinked your glass against his and took the shot, quickly being dragged away by Natalie to play beer pong. 

 You and David arrived to Courtney’s party late – a consequence of David witnessing the numerous shots you had insisted on taking beforehand coupled with insistent begging for him to shove his cock down your throat while he drove.

 It was around an hour later you and David stood in the middle of the living room with a beer in each of your hands, about to shotgun them when Ilya shouts from beside you, “Hey, Dave! You should do a boob luge with Y/N!” 

 David laughs as a few people started cheering on the idea and you grab his arm, leaning in close enough so he can hear you over the noise. 

 “What is that?” you ask, confused. 

 “It’s like, someone pours beer between your boobs and I drink it from under,” you raise your eyebrows and he brushes it off, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side, “But Il’s just kidding, don’t worry.” 

 You grin, looking up at him and uttering, “Do it.” David pulls away from you slightly, shocked by your agreement to the idea. 

 “Wait, what?”

 “Do it! You won’t,” you test and you can see him thinking over whether or not it’s a good idea before he smirks, shrugging and taking the beer from your hand and passing the two to Ilya. The cheers get louder as David turns to you, tugging on the bottom of your shirt lightly. 

 “You gotta take this off.”

 You pull it over your head, tossing it somewhere beside you as David gets on his knees in front of you, putting his hands on your waist. Ilya cracks open one of the beers, mumbling quietly, “Okay, push your boobs together.”

 You do as he says, lifting up your bra a bit by the straps and pushing your chest together. You’re about to roll your eyes as you hear someone whistle but David rubs his thumb gently against the skin on your waist and you forget about it completely. 

 Ilya slurs out a quick “Ready?” to which both you and David nod, almost instantly feeling the alcohol being dumped on your chest. It’s cold and you gasp quietly, the added sensation of David’s tongue on the skin of your stomach making you sigh. 

 He continues to lap at the alcohol even after Ilya’s finished pouring it and you momentarily let yourself forget about the crowd, threading your fingers through his hair. He tries to get at the alcohol between your boobs but your bra is in the way so he pushes it up a bit more. You want to tell him to stop; remind him that people are watching, that you might have a nip slip if your bra moves even slightly, that Natalie’s gonna kill you but the words get caught in your throat when he slips his hands under your bra. 

 “Alex,” David hisses and the boy sitting on the couch beside you, one you recognized as one of David’s friends, mumbles back a confused “What?”

 “Fuckin’...” he attempts to push your bra up a bit more with the back of his hands, making sure you don’t accidentally flash anyone. “Take this shit off.”

 You’re too spaced out from the alcohol and David’s mouth on you to protest when you feel Alex behind you, unhooking your bra and pushing it off your shoulders. He doesn’t move as David slides his tongue up your chest so you lean into him, head thrown back against one of his shoulders. Alex runs his hands up your arms lightly and you look back at him, suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of wanting to kiss him. 

 Maybe it’s because you wanna kiss someone and you know it can’t be David, but a part of you is telling yourself that you need to kiss someone else to be sure of how you feel about David. 

 You don’t give yourself the chance to overthink it, grabbing Alex by the back of his head and pulling his lips to yours. You feel David’s hands tighten on your boobs and he briefly bites the skin on one of them causing you to gasp, pulling away from Alex for a moment. 

 Your eyes lock with David’s and he gives you a look somewhere between anger and disappointment, almost a warning. You wonder if this is what he was talking about in the car; how he gets jealous easily and you wouldn’t like it when he does, and now you’re very curious to find out. 

 You keep your eyes on his as your grip tightens on Alex’s neck, pulling him into yours. He starts trailing kisses from your shoulder up to behind your ear and you let out a low whine, watching as David’s eyes darken. You’re interrupted by Ilya asking if he wants to do another and you agree for him, smirking down at him as he pushes your boobs together. 

 You feel the alcohol on your chest again at the same time as you feel Alex against your ass. He’s hard, it’s painstakingly obvious and you grin, pushing back against him a bit harder. 

 The beer can is empty, thrown somewhere on the floor with your shirt and your bra and David’s back to sucking on your chest. He starts nipping the skin a bit harder and you grip the back of his hair to pull him away but it’s too late because he’s left a mark. 

 You start moving your ass against Alex, hearing him let out a soft grunt into your neck and you think David heard it too because he’s standing up now, chest pressed against yours so he can drop his hand to your thighs. You look up at him, silently begging him to just fucking kiss you already but he decides to skip that and starts sliding his hand up under your skirt. 

 You’re embarrassed. 

 It’s not because of that fact that David’s managed to slip his fingers past your underwear and inside you, but the fact that you heard it. You wonder if anyone else had heard, but that’s quickly answered when Ilya shouts “Get a room!”

 David’s hands are off of you and he simply utters an alright before grabbing one of your arms and moving it to cover your chest, grabbing the other one and dragging you away. 

 David swears he feels his blood boil when you call out ‘Wait!’ and beg Alex to come with. He agrees, and David has to restrain from rolling his eyes into the back of his head when Alex follows the two of you. 

 “Is this okay?” you ask, quietly so only David can hear you. He gets the sense you’re doing this on purpose, attempting to get a rise out of him. He mumbles out a quick whatever and continues dragging you up the stairs. 

 He pushes you into the first empty room he finds, coincidentally belonging to Courtney. He waits for Alex to go in before shutting the door and locking it. You’re making out with Alex, tongues sloppy, when David turns back around to you both. You squeal into Alex’s mouth as David yanks your skirt down without care. 

 Alex climbs onto the bed and pulls you with him, tugging his shirt over his head as you work on undoing his belt. You don’t have the patience to take his pants and underwear all the way off right away, taking him in your mouth the second you have the chance. The groan he lets out distracts you enough you don’t notice David behind you until his fingers are back inside of you. 

 You whine, about to lift your head, David pushing it back down until you feel Alex at the back of your throat.

 “Hey! Careful!” Alex scolds, moving David’s hand off the back of your head. 

 David snickers as Alex wipes away the few tears under your eyes. 

 “Don’t worry, she likes it when you rough her up a bit. Don’t you, baby?” He brings his hand down hard on your ass and you squeal, pushing back into him as if to ask for more. 

 Alex doesn’t bother questioning the pet name or how David knows what you like, instead, he tangles his fingers in your hair and pushes your head back down. He stops the second you gag but David shakes his head. 

 “Uh uh, Alex, she can take more than that.”

 He pushes your head back down all the way and holds you there, nervous for your reaction. Alex is pleasantly surprised at your willingness to take him all, throat undulating around him. 

 ++

 “Baby, I just-” David whispers, wiping quickly at his mouth before both hands are on your bare waist. You’re both stood in Courtney’s bathroom attached to her room, door open slightly as Alex quietly gets dressed after your drunken romp. “I didn’t really like that. Can we not do that again?”

 “Was it bad for you or something?” You ask, clueless, arms wrapped around his neck. 

 David maintains eye contact before tutting softly, “No, it wasn’t bad. Of course not. Nothing about it was bad, just...that’s not us. I like it when it’s us. Just us, you know?”

 “I just wanted to try it,” you say, suddenly feeling the need to apologize, “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked you about it before.”

 “No, baby, don’t feel bad,” he reassures, “I said yes. It’s not on Alex or anything, but...I don’t like sharing you. I don’t want anyone else involved.”

 Alex eavesdrops as best he can as he tugs his shorts on and sits in an uncomfortable bean bag lying on Courtney’s floor. From this angle, he watches as David kisses your shoulders while clasping your bra together. He feels slightly creepy as his nosiness takes over, leaning forward in his seat to hear your conversation better. 

 “Do you think he knows?” Alex hears you ask, “That we’re...you know…?”

 “I’m sure he does, honey, he’s not stupid,” David says, lips pressing to your forehead, “It’s okay. He can know.”

“But babe, no one else does-” you complain, still fairly drunk as David pulls you in for a hug.

 “It’s okay,” he soothes, “Y/N, thirty minutes ago I was drinking a beer from between your tits. Alex can know.”

 You sigh against him, trusting him completely as he moves to get dressed himself. You complain briefly about wanting to sleep, David telling you to go get into bed and he’ll wake you when it’s time to leave with Dom. 

 You obey, not acknowledging Alex as you climb into Courtney’s defiled sheets, eyes closing. David wakes you up slightly minutes later as he crawls in next to you, arms wrapping comfortingly around you as you bury your face in his chest.

 “So,” Alex breaks the silence, putting his phone in his pocket, “How long has this been going on between you guys?”

 David laughs lightly, fingers playing with the ends of your hair, “It’s that obvious, huh? I mean, probably a month or so? The night before homecoming.” 

 Both believe you’re snoozing as you eavesdrop just as Alex had, your eyes glued shut. 

 “Are you dating or is this just fucking?”

 “Just fucking.”

 “So you don’t have any feelings for her?”

 “No. Never. She’s my best friend, man, come on,” David defends, “I just can’t let myself see her that way.”

 “David, you literally just had sex with her and nutted in her. It’s okay if you have feelings - you know that, right?”

 “I know I could have feelings, but I don’t, and neither does she. I also basically just had sex with you, but I don’t have feelings for you!” 

 “Okay, dude, I love you, but I think you’re lying to yourself a little bit-”

 “I’m not. I swear, Alex. She’s beautiful and I love her, but not in that way - as friends. She feels the same way about me, too. I’m sure of it.”

 “Okay,” Alex retreats, “I trust you, man. So I could try to make a move on her and you’d be chill with it?”

 “I mean,” David pauses, “No, dude. She’s my girl. Like, we’re just friends with benefits but...we’re exclusive, you know? I’m not fucking anyone else and I don’t want to, and I definitely don’t want her to be fucking someone else. We’ve already talked about this together. We’re each other’s. No one else’s. Sorry.”

 Alex nods slowly in disbelief someone as smart as David could be so blindsided by his ability to be in denial. He wonders if you truly feel the same way David does about your relationship with each other. 

 You don’t like what you have just heard. You don’t agree with him whatsoever, and it is your fault for him believing you do. True, you don’t want anyone else, that part he is right about, but you’re beginning to believe you do have feelings for him. 

 You decide you don’t want to think about it anymore, stirring slightly and sitting up. David’s hold on you tightens as he pushes your hair away from your face, pressing a doting kiss to your forehead. 

 “Hey, baby. Like, twenty more minutes and we can go home. Do you need a shower?” He asks, eyes glued to yours. 

 “Yeah. I’m covered in beer and cum.” David laughs lightly before kissing you gently, agreeing to a shower with you once you return home. 

 “I love you,” he says lovingly, tugging you a tad bit closer, lips centimeters away, “As friends.”

 You breathe in harshly at his addition to his statement before repeating it to him, faking a smile as best you can and kissing him once more.

 Alex is fucking blown away.

[dirtydobrik]

lollapalooza - d.d.

plot: you meet david at lollapalooza and he invites you back to his hotel room only to back out of hooking up with you

requested: nope! i’ve wanted to write a concept along these lines for a while now and i finally got around to it

author’s note: hi! i haven’t posted in almost a week and i’m sorry. i’ve been so busy with work that i haven’t had time to write anything and i’ve had such bad writers block and i’ve hated everything that i’ve tried writing. i have a few pieces in progress that i am working on and i am hopefully back to posting daily (no promises tho).

word count: 2131

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It was dark and you couldn't find your friends. The two of them had left to grab a few drinks about an hour ago, telling to keep your spot in the front row, but you still hadn't heard from them. You walked away from the crowd surrounding the stage, trying to get cell service to get in touch with your friends. You were now on the outside edge of the crowd, calling out for them. It was pointless though, since the music was loud and they wouldn't hear you.

"Hey, watch it," you shouted over the music as someone walked backwards into you, stepping on your toes. You were blinded by a phone flashlight shining into your eyes as the guy turned around to apologize, his camera pointed directly at you.

"Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was behind me," he said, lowering his camera and turning his flashlight off.

"It's a music festival," you sighed and rolled your eyes. "There are people everywhere." You sounded irritated, even though you were making a joke and hoped he would understand that you weren't actually mad.

"I'm sorry," he apologized again, not understanding your sarcasm.

"Don't worry about it," you laughed, before introducing yourself.

"I'm David." He ran a hand through his hair, like he didn’t know what else to do or say.

"Nice to meet you, David. Now, what's with the camera and what were you filming that had you distracted enough to walk into me?" you interrogated.

Before he could answer, you heard a group of people shout his name and he whipped his head around to see what was happening. You saw a large group of people looking at you and David.

"Dave, come on," someone shouted. David held two fingers up, letting them know he'd be over in a couple of minutes, before turning back to you.

"Are you here alone?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

You shook your head, but paused before answering. "I came with two of my friends but they went to get drinks over an hour ago and I can't find them anywhere."

"Come hang out with my friends and I. At least until you find your friends," he begged, and you knew it was because he was worried about you being alone at a festival. You were skeptical about blindly following a stranger, but he had a large friend group, so the likelihood of you getting kidnapped was low. You scanned the group calling for him, noticing a few girls in the mix, so you agreed. You clung to his arm and followed him through the crowds that had now surrounded you two.

When you reached the friend group, David introduced you to everyone, although you knew there was no chance that you'd remember any of their names. Most of them were drunk or on some type of drug and probably wouldn't even remember meeting you so it didn’t really matter that you couldn’t remember their names.

You stayed next to David the entire night, the reality of the situation hitting you every now and then. You were surrounded by strangers in Chicago with no clue where the two friends you came with were. You pulled your phone out to check the time, 10:49pm.

The music was blasting, drinks were being poured, and you couldn't keep your hands off of David.

David and his friends were getting ready to leave, since David wanted to film something with them drunk. As you followed them out, it occurred to you that you still didn't know what he did or why he carried a camera around.

You had had a few drinks and stumbled a little on the way on, David quickly wrapped a hand around your waist to steady you.

"So, David, what's with the camera?" you asked as you walked through the crowd of people and out onto the streets of Chicago.

"I'm a YouTuber," he said nonchalantly. You heard someone behind you scoff.

"He has thirteen million subscribers, baby, he's not just a YouTuber," one of his friends said, and your eyes widened. You pulled away from him, your mind racing at the thought that people would see you two together. There were probably pictures of you two dancing together at the festival and if people knew who you were you'd probably get sent hate since people were childish when it came to the people famous people hung out with.

"It's not a big deal," David shrugged, slinging his arm around your shoulder.

You followed his friends a few blocks, finally having service again. One of David's friends, Natalie, you think, waited outside the club with you while you called them. You told them that you made friends with a few people and that you'd meet up with them tomorrow since you were in a part of the city you and your friends weren't familiar with.  

You went into the club to find David. It wasn't hard. His phone flashlight was bright in the dimly lit club. You heard him yelling, almost directing, people on what they should do while he recorded them. You ordered two shots of tequila from the bar, carrying them over to David. You handed him on, but he shook his head.

He tried to argue that he doesn't like to drink, but you bat your eyelashes a few times and he gave in and took the shot with you.

You kept passing him shots throughout the night, ones that he happily accepted, and pretty soon, he was drunk. He had passed his camera off to one of his friends and grabbed your hand, pulling you on to the dance floor.

His hands found your waist, pulling you into him. You danced to the rhythm of the song, his hands tightly on your hips. The floor was sticky and your sweaty bodies were pressed tightly together. You wrapped one of your hands around his neck, the alcohol you'd consumed giving you liquid courage, and you let out a slow breath before connecting your lips to his. It was electric, fueled by lust and hormones.

After a few minutes, David muttered something against your lips.

"What?" you asked, pulling away from him.

"Want to get out of here?" he repeated, and you nodded. He pulled his phone out to text his friends that he was leaving, noticing them all look up and over at you when they read the text. They started whispering to each other and you wondered why.  

David held your hand and you stumbled out on to the street. He claimed that the hotel was a few blocks away, but after walking around for thirty minutes, you realized you were going in the wrong direction. David called an Uber, and you slid into the backseat with him.

When you two finally made it back to the hotel, you made a beeline for the elevator, barely able to keep your hands off of him. He unlocked the door and you immediately connected your lips to his as you pushed him towards the bed, kicking the door shut behind you.

His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. They slid your top up your back and over your head, swiftly unhooking your bra in the process. You ran your fingers through his hair as his lips aggressively moved down your neck. You hooked your fingers under the hem of David's shirt and pulled it off, reattaching your lips and pushing him down on to the bed.

Your hands found David's belt buckle and when you tugged on it, he immediately stopped and pulled away from you. "I can't do this," he muttered.

"What's wrong?" you asked, sitting up and pulling his t-shirt over your head, worried about him.

"I'm sorry. I just, I can't do this."

"Hey, you don't need to apologize and you don't need to explain yourself. It’s totally fine." He gave you a small smile, thankful that you understood without asking questions. He'd never been one for one night stands, they just didn't seem personal. And David liked when intimacy was personal.

You stood up to find your shirt and leave, but David reached out to grab your arm.

"You don't have to leave," he said, his voice in a low whisper. His eyes were empty and lonely, his lip was in a small pout, and you couldn't leave him like that. So you climbed back into bed with him.

 "Wait, so, you just give people cars?" you asked, picking up a chicken tender that you ordered from room service even though it was 3am. David was telling you about one of his next vlog ideas and he said he was over surprising people with cars, so he was looking for new ideas.

"Essentially, yes. I do sponsored videos with SeatGeek and I use the money they pay me to help out or surprise my friends. Like I recently gave one of them forty-thousand dollars for her wedding and last night I surprised my old high school teacher with ten thousand," David explained.

"That's so nice, holy shit."

"It's the least I could do. They help me with videos so much, I wouldn't have a job if it weren't for them," he shrugged, a smile forming on his lips and his cheeks turning pink, like he was embarrassed to admit it.

 You had spent the entire night talking to David, just getting to know him, and you didn't even realize the sun was beginning to peak through the clouds and light up the dark Chicago sky. A couple hours later, David's phone buzzed, and a few minutes later you heard a knock on the door. David got up to answer it, and his friend Natalie came in, carrying a bag of breakfast food and two cups of coffee, along with David's camera.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she said when she saw you sitting on the couch in David's t-shirt. "I didn’t know you brought someone home, Dave," she hissed, her cheeks burning red as if she had just walked in on two having sex.

"Nat, it's not a big deal," David brushed her off, and you wondered why he didn’t say anything about you two hooking up.

"I'm sorry. I can run out and pick up a coffee for you if you want me to."

"I wouldn’t make you do that, I can get my own coffee," you promised, confused why David's friend was offering to go out and buy you a coffee when you could easily do it yourself.

"Well, let me know if you need anything. Are you sticking around today? I mean, David needs to edit all morning and afternoon but you can just hang out and chill with everyone. We can always meet up with you later tonight if you want to leave to change and shower or something," Natalie rambled and you couldn’t help but laugh. She was extremely talkative and she seemed to know everything about David.

You glanced at David, who shrugged as if to say he didn’t care what you did, before turning back to Natalie. "I should get out of here, you know, let David do his own thing."

"Do you want me to call you an Uber?" she asked, but you shook your head.

"I can do it, thanks though," you smiled, and she nodded.

You changed into your top from last night, grabbed your phone, and ordered an Uber back to your hotel. You texted your friends that you were on your way back and decided to look up David while you waited.

You scrolled through his Instagram, surprised that he did, in fact, give away a lot of cars. You noticed that you were tagged in posts on Instagram and you couldn’t believe people had found you so quickly. People were tweeting about you and David hooking up and you wanted to clear the air, but it wasn't your place. You wanted to text David and ask him what to do, but Natalie said he had to edit all day so you didn’t want to bother him with things he probably doesn’t know about.

You made it back to your friends, filling them in on David and how he backed out of hooking up after he asked if you wanted to go back to his hotel room. One of your friends mentioned that he has an ex that he might not be over yet, which seemed plausible but it didn’t matter why he didn’t want to hook up. It was a personal reason and it wasn't your place to ask or question it. You didn't need to know why or any of the details. You knew he needed someone to talk to last night and you were there.

[munsonstyles]

“oh, it was live?” | david dobrik

Requested? Yes: You are honestly the best writer I’ve come across! Please consider possibly writing an imagine about David dobrik that is friends to lovers where he takes you to a movie premiere but all the reporters assume ur his gf and it’s awkward but then later he admits to you he wishes you did come as his date

A/N: whoa look who’s back from the dead !! lmao. i never write for any of the requests i get anymore but i read this one and the idea wouldn’t leave my head. so everyone welcome back, me, dobrikstyles. (also, THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE SWEET COMPLIMENT)

——-

being best friends with david dobrik is not at all what it is hyped up to be among his fans.

yes, you get invited to parties.

& yes, you’ve been able to meet so many cool celebs.

but, the man (child) is actually a psychopath. (you and the rest of the vlog squad are still trying to convince shane dawson to do a series on proving that, but that’s not the point right now.)

in all honestly, he really was great. just sometimes he looked at you with his (sweet) puppy dog eyes and begged you to do something for him.

thankfully, today he was only trying to convince you to come to a movie premiere with him, not trying to convince you to shoot one of the boys with a paint ball gun (for the twentieth time).

“y/n.. please. no one else will go with me & jack says i can’t make any excuse to get out of this one” he groans, throwing his body back against the love sac to look at you upside down, a small pout forming on his lips.

“oh fuck off. good to know i’m your last option” you scoff, crossing your arms across your chest, as you sit on the couch.

he quickly sits up, shaking his head. “no, no- fuck. that’s not what i mean, y/n.”

you shake your head back at him, rolling your eyes teasingly, “mhm.”

“y/n. please come with me. i’ll buy you - fuck, i don’t know,” he pauses as he bites his lip in thought, “i don’t fucking know. whatever you want. just please come with me.”

you raise a single eyebrow at him, “hmm... anything?” you smirk.

he nods hesitantly, a look of fear on his face.

“okay. buy me a tesla.” you state.

he opens his mouth in shock, “y/n- c’mon. what - fuck. is that - god, y/n. is that really what you want? fuck, i gotta call ian. he’s not gonna be happy, he just helped me buy that fucking ferrari.”

you watch him panic and look for his phone, muttering to himself. you throw your head back in laughter after a few minutes, “fuck, david, no, i’m seriously kidding. i don’t want a fucking tesla, of course i’ll go with you. don’t you realize you don’t have to bribe me with money or gifts anymore? we’re friends, dave.”

he stops his frantic searching for his phone and glares up at you, “fuck you, y/n y/l/n.”

“ah, ah, ah,” you sing, shaking your finger at him, “i wouldn’t be talking to me like that after i just willingly decided to go to a movie premiere with you, mister david dobrik.”

he reluctantly shuts his mouth, holding back any other remarks he was planning on making at you. you smirk, “good. now, what do i need to wear?”

——

a couple of days later finds you at david’s house again, this time getting ready in natalie’s room for the movie premiere.

“and why can’t you go with him?” you sigh, putting the last finishing touches of makeup on your face.

you watch natalie roll her eyes in the mirror, “because, y/n. i’m getting over having the flu. i have explained this to you four times already.”

you sigh again, turning around and facing your friend on the bed, “i know, nat. it’s just - is it weird that i’m nervous?”

you nervously mess with some of your dress as you continue talking, “like - i know i’ve done this before, but the rest of you guys have been there, or at least someone else has gone. but this time it’s just him and i, and you know -“ you pause, groaning slightly.

“i know you have a huge, giant, massive crush on the literal psychopath in the next room?” she teases quietly.

you groan even louder, “shut the fuck up. if you weren’t sick, i would beat the shit out of you right now.” you joke, pushing at her leg.

“i’d like to see you try, y/n. but listen, friend to friend, you’re gonna be fine. like i’ve told you thousands of times - yet you still refuse to believe - he likes you too. i’m sure he’s just as nervous, if not more nervous than you right now. so seriously, you’re gonna be fine.”

you roll your eyes, “stop fucking saying that. he doesn’t like me. i would know.”

she rolls her eyes right back at you, mumbling under her breath, “yeah, you would think you would know.”

——

you step into david’s tesla, sitting in the passenger seat, “thank god we’re not taking the ferrari, i couldn’t deal with my hair messing up right before we go in front of hundreds of photographers.” you joke, buckling up.

you finally turn around and make eye contact with david, who quickly turns his head down, a soft blush high on his cheek bones.

“you, um - you look good, y/n. really good.” he mumbles, starting the car.

“fuck off, david.” you joke, trying not to make it too evident in your voice that you’re actually freaking the fuck out inside.

“i guess you do too.” you say, almost too quietly.

he giggles softly, “fuck off, y/n.”

——

your nerves had finally started to wear off in the car with david, you actually almost forgot you were about to step out into a media frenzy, until you actually did, and the nerves hit you all over again.

you turned to david, panic evident in your eyes.

he rests his hand on the small of your back, leaning forward to whisper in your ear (it was very loud, okay.) “hey, you’re good. they’ll just take pictures and i have to do like one interview. it will be fine.”

you take a deep breath, making eye contact with him and nodding your head, “we’re good. it’s fine. i’m fine. why are we even still standing here? let’s go dobrik.” you ramble, grabbing his wrist and dragging him up to the (red) carpet.

he laughs (yes the cute vlog one), and follows after you.

his interview is with someone from ET (Entertainment Weekly). you stand off to the side, holding his camera and watching some celebrities walk past you, and glancing at david every now and then.

you weren’t paying much attention to the interview until you heard your name.

“so, david. i see you brought y/n here with you tonight, although she’s only in a few of your vlogs.” she says in a suggestive tone.

you continue to look the other way to not make it obvious you were listening in.

“well, i mean, everyone else was busy, so she was my last option.” he jokes, laughing at himself.

you try your very hardest not to roll your eyes at the boy and make a snarky comment back.

“no, no. i’m kidding. she’s great.” he says, not actually answering her question.

“oh c’mon, david. give us all the details! is she your new GF,” (who actually says the letters like that instead of the whole word anyways?), “she’s pretty cute and i know some fans have been speculating!! what’s the tea?!” she fishes.

you glance at david for a split second, noticing his hesitancy, “i mean - no. she’s not my girlfriend,” he pauses, “yeah - no. we’re not dating.”

your stomach burns with a million different types of emotions, and you can’t pinpoint what any of them actually are.

“that was a strange way to answer that, david dobrik,” the interviewer jokes.

he shrugs, glancing over at you to make sure you’re not listening, his famous grin over taking his face once again as he leans in to whisper to the interviewer, “how about you ask me that question again the next time i see you?” he suggests, causing your brain to short-circuit and your heart to start racing.

shit. you really had to pretend you didn’t hear him now. what the fuck does that even mean anyways?

you were too lost in your own thoughts to even realize that the man of all your inner turmoil was standing in front of you.

“earth to y/n. you good?” he waves his hand in front of your face, pouting when you slap it away.

“yes i’m good. how did that interview go anyways?” you ask, nonchalantly.

he shrugs, a fond smile on his face, “good. you ready to head in?” he nods his head towards the entrance.

you nod, “lead the way, dobrik.”

——

after the premiere, you were sitting in david’s passenger seat again, heading home.

you finally fished your phone out of your dress pocket, unlocking it to (what felt like) a million and one notifications.

“what the fuck?” you mumble to yourself, thumbing through them.

“everything okay?” david asks from the drivers seat, glancing over towards you.

you begin reading all of the notifications, only to find one common thing among them: The Clip of David Talking About You in the Interview ™️. (which you had efficiently blocked from your memory, thank you very much).

you hadn’t realized david peeking over your shoulder until you heard him speak, “fuck. it was live?” he groans, and as you turn to look at him, you notice the blush rising on his cheeks.

“david dobrik. what the fuck is this?”

he bites his lip, parking the car, (which made you realize you had actually arrived at his house already).

“i may or may not have made the interviewer believe that i may or may not have a crush on you?” he says in a high-pitched tone. “and she may or may not have asked me if you were my girlfriend and i may or may not have suggested that she asked me the next time she saw me?”

you stared blankly at the boy you (somehow) had a giant crush on, “and why, david dobrik? would you ever do something like that?”

“because i may or may not have a giant, massive crush on you, and i may or may not have been planning on asking you on a date soon?” he tilts his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut a little, a hopeful smile beginning to form on his face.

you don’t say anything for a minute, allowing the tension to get heavier. after finally deciding to break the tension, you say, “well, which one is it?”

he looks at you with a confused expression on his face.

“which one is it, dobrik? may or may not?”

a smile begins overtaking his face once again, as he glances down before looking up at you again, “may,” he whispers quietly. “i mean - i was - am. i am planning on asking you on a date soon, and by soon i mean, right now.”

you blush softly, grinning at him and nodding at him in encouragement to continue speaking.

“y/n y/l/n, will you please do me, david dobrik, the honor of going on a date with me?”

your grin (somehow) gets wider, and you nod at him once again, “fucking finally.” you cheer.

——

a couple of months later, finds you and david in (almost) the same scenario again, except this time, when the interviewer from ET asks if you and david are dating, you get to squeeze his hand, and nod along with him as he says,

“yes, after fuc - oops. after forever, yes, we finally are.”

[unabashegirl]

What other pieces are you currently working on?

I am currently working on:

Developing the end of Different

Starting to plan a new series for when Different ends.

Working on a Harry Styles imagine

Editing a few David Dobrik imagines tittled“I think I got a band-aid in my bag”, “help me find my shirt” and “eggshell white (might change it tittle)”

[marrymedobrik]

I Got It, Babe

David Dobrik x Reader

Summary: You and you husband, David, have recently welcomed your daughter Eve into the world. Every time the monitor goes off he insists that you stay in bed and let him check it because you need rest, but you know that’s not the reason.

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About a month ago, Evie was brought into yours and David’s life. It was truly amazing; you and your husband had talked about having a family for a while now and now that dream had finally come true. All of your friends were so happy for you and the both of you had chosen Jason and Natalie to be the Godparents.

She was very quiet most of the time, you could take her anywhere. But of course when it was time for bed she would have a fit right as you fell asleep. Every night David would say “I got it babe! New moms need sleep, you aren’t excluded.” And bolt out of the bedroom for about half an hour.

Tonight was no different.

No matter what he said, you knew he didn’t let you go check because you needed rest. He was sleep deprived and would LOVE and extra hour of sleep every night. He wouldn’t admit it, but you knew he went to check on her each night because she had him whipped.

She couldn’t even say “Daddy” yet and Evie already had David wrapped around her little finger. He loved that girl with all his heart. David had confinded in you that he had really wanted children right after you got married, and about two years later you found out you were pregnant with Evie. When you told him he flat out started bawling from the happiness, hugging you tightly and thanking you for letting him become a father.

Now of course you were grateful for the sleep, but you loved your daughter too! Tonight you decided to go invade on their little slumber party. You slowly got out of bed and quietly creeped towards the nursery which was just down the hall. The door was still open and when you looked in, you were so touched you decided to just lean in the doorway and watch.

David had his back to the door and he just finished lifting Evie into his strong arms. His big hands cradled her small body as he swayed back and forth. You couldn’t see it, but you knew the smile on his face was positively huge.

“Hey baby, don’t cry!” David cooed over and over softly as her wails died down to happy murmurs. “Why are you keeping Mommy and Daddy awake, hmm?”

You smiled as he tickled her and she began to laugh. David gave a genuine giggle and turned around, smiling wider when he saw you. And then he realized you were still awake when you needed sleep and he began to frown.

“Y/n, your eyes are sunken, why aren’t you asleep?” He said, walking over to you.

“Because you are a child hog during the night! I wanted to come see what your nightly parties entailed.” You replied with a smirk.

“Lots of drinking and dancing.” David said sarcastically, making you laugh as you walked over to look at your little girl.

“She looks just like you, Dave.” You said and he looked down at Evie again with a big grin.

It was true, Evie was a replica of David. She had the same brown hair and the same big, dark eyes. She had his nose only smaller and when she smiled she showed the iconic David Dobrik smile. She also shared his complexion and it was truly beautiful. Finally her eyes closed and she was asleep again and David laid her in her crib, pulling you close as you both admired your daughter.

“I love you both so much.” David said as he kissed the top of your head.

“We love you to.” You replied, leading him back to bed.

[lovinnscarletknight]

I’m back! (hopefully...)

Hiya my loves,

So obviously there is a global pandemic happening and schools have been closed in my country, I’m also an a-level student so my exams have been cancelled... this means i suddenly have a lot of spare time so here comes the writing! 

If anyone needs to chat, send me a message! I know times like this can really effect people’s mental health and you can feel very alone, especially in isolation period. I’ll hopefully be posting some stuff soon! 

All the love,

Ang x

[vsquadgoals]

4am Cuddles

Y/n is from Chicago and had recently moved to LA which took months of convincing from her best friends, Natalie, David and Ilya. She decided it was finally time to make the move and David was letting her move in with him and Natalie since they have an extra room, it was all perfect. Y/n is a dance teacher and has recently been blowing up online for her dancing videos which is what made her finally make the move. She has been in LA for 2 or so weeks now and she was finally meeting the rest of David and Natalie’s friends who they’ve told her so much about, she’s been busy filming and looking for a studio to teach at which is why she hasn’t met them already. The whole group was going to be coming over today, so she was in her room getting ready, she put on a white spaghetti strap crop top and green high waisted cargo pants. She was brushing her hair when Natalie knocked on her door. “Come in.” She called putting some products into her hair.  

“Hey, everyone’s pretty much here.” Natalie said leaning against the door frame. “Okay I’m almost ready, how do I look?” She asks smiling. “As beautiful as ever, now come on.” She grabs her hand dragging her out to the living room where a couple people were already sitting around talking. “Guys this is our hometown friend Y/n, Y/n this is everyone.” Natalie says beaming with excitement, she introduces her to everyone, and they sit on the lovesac together.  

“So, y/n, how long have you known David and Natalie for?” Heath asks putting his arm around Mariah. “I met them when we were in... I think 7th grade.” She answers looking at David for clarification and he nodded in agreement. They all sit and chat for a while before someone else thinks of a question to ask her. “Y/n do you have a boyfriend back in Chicago?” Zane asks causing David to smack his arm. Y/n giggles and shakes her head at David. “It’s fine Dave. No, I actually only date girls.” She says nonchalantly and everyone’s caught off guard. She smirks and shrugs her shoulders “Alright guys don’t act like you’ve never seen a lesbian before.” Natalie teases from her spot cuddled up next to y/n. They all joked around for hours filming different bits for David and everyone’s vlogs, Mariah talked about dancing and filmed a few tik toks together and of course Zane got into a few. A few people stayed inside chatting and some people were sitting outside by the fire pit David has in the back yard.  

Y/n is sitting outside next to the fire watching the sunset in the backyard. “I’ll never get tired of this.” She says filming it to post on her story. Carly and Erin nod smiling. “It’s amazing! We’ve seen it a million times and we’re still obsessed with this view! David did good with this house that’s for sure!” Carly replies, y/n turns toward the girls and smiles. “So, you guys have a channel together?” She asks pulling her knees to her chest getting more comfortable. “Yeah we moved out here and got an apartment together and we actually started vlogging before David, but his vlogs just took off way faster.” Erin explains, “We do vlogs, sit down videos and sometimes we’ll do a Starbucks tasting video with David.” Carly says giggling. “I saw one of those! So funny.” Y/n says excited giggling a little. “Really? Well thanks. I thought you would only watch David’s videos.” Erin says smiling happily, “I usually do but I’ve seen your videos and some of Jason’s, but I also had met him a bunch before I moved out here.” She explains, she was so happy that she was clicking with the group, it was making her feel more content with her choice to move out here.  

It’s about 1:30 when everyone finally leaves and it’s just David, Nat and Y/n again.  They clean up anything that was left around from their friends and they all head into their own rooms to get some sleep. Y/n was editing a couple videos she filmed today so she was up for another hour before finally changing into just a long t shirt and falling asleep in her warm comforter. It felt like Y/n only had her eyes closed for two second when she felt someone nudging her awake. “Y/n/n....” Natalie whispered. Y/n’s eyes opened slowly, and she stretched looking up at her friend. “Nat? Is everything okay? What time is it?” she asks sleepily, Natalie bit her lip. “Everything is fine, its 4AM. I wanted to know if I could come cuddle with you?” She asks nervously, Y/n blinks her eyes a few more times before she realizes what Natalie said. “You come into my room and wake me up at 4AM to cuddle?” She asks shaking her head and giggling. Natalie frowns and shakes her head embarrassed. “You’re right this was stupid, sorry.” Y/n grabs her hand before she can leave, she moves over and lifts her blankets making room for Natalie. “Come on, you don’t have to ask.” Natalie happily climbs into the bed pressing her ass against y/n who wraps her arm around Natalie’s waist pulling her closer and burying her face into her hair. “Go to sleep Nat.” She whispers into her hair before they both fall back asleep.  

Natalie wakes up before Y/n, she has her face buried in her chest when she first wakes up, Natalie smiles looking up at her. Natalie has always had a crush on y/n since she was younger, but she never said anything, Natalie always thought of herself as straight, Y/n is the only girl she’s ever had any feelings for. Once Y/n agreed to move out here finally and David and Natalie talked about Y/n living with them she’s been reminded of that old crush she had that never faded and now since they live together it was getting stronger and she was having a hard time hiding it. Natalie snuggles closer to Y/n and her arms tighten around her waist kissing her head in her sleep. Y/n’s hands run up and down Natalie’s back slowly while she sleeps, Natalie bites her lip enjoying her friend’s hands on her way more then she probably should be.  

Y/n sighs softly her eyes slowly fluttering open, she looks down at Natalie who looked up at her when she felt her start to wake up. “Good morning sleeping beauty.” Natalie whispers, it took all of herself control not to lean up and kiss y/n right on her lips. Y/n smiles at her friend, she pulls her hands away from Natalie’s waist to rub the sleep from her eyes, a whine leaves Natalie’s lips before she can stop it when she lets her go. She looks at Natalie confused. “You okay Nat?” she asks propping herself up on her elbows. Natalie’s cheeks turn bright red from embarrassment, she clears her throat and shakes her head. “Uh... yeah sorry I was just comfy.” She mumbles trying to cover it up, Y/n smiles and nods. “I know me too but I have to edit some videos.” Natalie nods and takes the hint climbing out of her bed and heading to her room to get ready for the day.

This happens almost every night, Natalie sneaks into Y/n’s room between 2 and 4 am and crawls into her bed cuddling against her. At first y/n didn’t think anything of it but she had done it almost every night this week. Tonight, the group was at David’s again and everyone was dancing and drinking, Y/n was nursing her 3rd mixed drink that Zane had made for her. David was filming everyone as always and Y/n and Corinna were dancing together, Corinna was grinding against Y/n and one of her hands was gripping Corinna’s hip and the other was holding her drink. David was filming them and Y/n winked at the camera before sipping her drink, David laughs and shakes his head. “Yes! That was perfect, Y/n!” Her and Corinna giggle “She’s a natural David.” Corinna teases looking over her shoulder at Y/n who rolls her eyes at her smirking. David had sent Natalie to go grab more alcohol from the store since they were running low. When Natalie gets back Y/n is sitting in the kitchen on one of the bar stools talking to Mariah about some video ideas she has, and Corinna is standing in between Y/n’s legs leaning back against her lap. Y/n wraps her arms around Corinna’s waist “I think we should do one teaching David and Heath tik tok dances! Those are really blowing up lately.” She says to Mariah who nods excitedly “YES! That’s perfect!”  

Natalie walks into the kitchen with the bags and notices Corinna and y/n she sets the bags on the counter ignoring the girls her heart is breaking the longer Y/n holds Corinna against her like she holds Natalie at night. “Hey Nattie.” Y/n says smiling at her, her smile drops immediately when Natalie barely waves at them before setting the bottles of liquor on the bar in the hallway. “Bubbah! You gotta come see this!” Heath calls Mariah away from the two girls. “Sorry guys, Y/n we’ll talk more about this later.” Y/n smiles and nods at her as she walks toward her boyfriend.  

Corinna turns around and wraps her arms around Y/n’s neck, she smiles putting her hands on Corinna’s lower back smirking up at her. “So, what in the world has gotten into you?” Y/n asks her raising her brow. Y/n has known Corinna since she was a junior in high school and she has never shown any type of interest in her, not that she was complaining, Corinna’s drop-dead gorgeous. Corinna shrugs biting her lip. “I don’t know, you just look so fucking good, also a little liquid courage too I’m sure.” Corinna admits. Y/n shakes her head and cups Corinna’s cheek, “How about when you’re nice and sober we’ll revisit this.” She kisses her forehead and stands walking away.  

Y/n sits next to Natalie on the lovesac and puts her hand on her leg. “What’s up Nat? Why are you over here all alone?” She asks concerned, Natalie sighs and looks at Y/n. “What happened to Corinna?” She asks ignoring her question, Y/n wrinkles her nose, “Corinna’s had a little too much to drink, I’m not getting into that. Why don’t we go to my room and talk?” Y/n stood and helped Natalie stand from the giant beanbag following her into the bedroom. Y/n sits on her bed and pulls Natalie in between her legs her hands on her waist. “Please tell me what’s wrong...” She begs frowning up at her, Natalie sighs and runs her fingers through her own hair. “I’m jealous.” She admits throwing her hands in the air. Y/n eyes go wide but Natalie continues before she can respond. “And I don’t know why because we’re friends and you don’t even know that I have these feelings for you so why would you not go after another girl or flirt with someone in front of me.” Natalie continues to rant, and Y/n is in shock, Natalie has feelings for her? And is jealous that she’s flirting with someone? Y/n grabs Natalie’s face and kisses her roughly, Natalie wraps her arms around Y/n’s neck and whines when she pulls away from the kiss. “Why did you do that?” She whispers breathless, Y/n smirks and looks into her eyes biting her lip. “I needed to shut you up so I could tell you that I have feelings for you too.” Y/n replies, Natalie’s eyes go ride and she squeals throwing herself on top of Y/n kissing her.  

A/n: please let me know what you think! xoxo

[dobrikburrito]

q&a :: dobrikburrito

new rules in the house

q: do you have a masterlist? a: yes baby, check it out > masterlist

q: what’s your posting schedule from now on? a: it’s going to be every tuesday, thursday and saturday - around 6 pm EST.

q: will you post a weekly schedule with what’s coming up next? a: yes and no. i’ll have a weekly post that will be updated near the next date, i.e after i post on tuesday i’ll update it with what’s coming up on thursday and so on.

q: why not post one full schedule in the beggining of the week? a: i like a little mistery, besides i like to give myself some space to choose what i’m gonna write next.

q: are you gonna post the requests in the order you got them? a: i’ll try my best to stay loyal to the order, but more often than not i’ll just pick something that i like and have inspiration in the moment to write about.

q: does that mean you’re not gonna write every request? a: of course i will! don’t worry, if you requested me and it arrived my inbox, it will be done.

q: how do i know if you received my request? a: if you’re not sure, you can ask me and i’ll look it up for you.

q: how many requests do you have on your inbox right now? a: as of may 20th, i have around 70.

q: can i request an imagine right now? a: for the moment, my requests are closed so i can focused on delivering the ones already in my inbox. i’ll let you know when i open it again, it won’t be too long i promise!

q: will all of the requests turn out to be full one shots? a: nope. see, some of you guys send me very detailed requests, which usually are the ones i use for full 2k/3k one shots. if the request doesn’t give me enough material to work with, it will be posted as a blurb (shorter version).

q: how do i make sure my request is picked for a one shot? a: well, choose a vlog squad member, pick a general theme, try to think of a situation that you’d really like to read about and give me as much information as you can. you can also give me lines from the vlogs, that helps too.

q: will you only post requests? a: no. i get my own ideas and inspirations from time to time that i need to pursue as well, so i’ll alternate between them.

q: do you only post about david dobrik? a: no! i know that until now i’ve only created david content, but i’ll start to post more from the vlog squad.

q: which members of the vlog squad will you write fics about? a: specifically: david, jeff, todd, scott, corinna, zane, natalie. some more than others, to be honest. the other members might show up as supporting characters.

q: what are the prompt themes you mostly write about? a: i mostly focus on writing smut, fluff and angst.

q: is there a theme you don’t like to write? a: i don’t like writing AUs, self-harming and usually songfics but that depends on the song.

have any questions about my writing and posts? hit the ask box and i’ll add it to the list!

[pattinsonsgurl]

A Silly Accident (D.D. x Reader)

Protective Dave comes out when you get hurt. 

Requested? yes by anon: do know the vlog where zane hit his head and was bleeding? how do you think david would react if it was his girlfriend? i feel like that would be a cute imagine. a worried dave going from vloger to i guess protective mode instantly

Thanks for all the requests guys! I’m getting to them as soon as I can!

“Zane! Zane!” You hear David call out from his bedroom. 

It’s a typical Friday night and everyone’s over at David’s having a great time. You’re in the living room with Natalie just drinking some Corona when you decide to go into David’s room to see what the commotion is all about. 

When you walk in you see Zane play fighting with Stassie on top of David’s bed. You laugh as you lean against the wall watching their silly antics. David looks over at you and blows you a kiss as he continues to film them acting crazy. 

You see Zane headed to the end of the bed losing his balance and you react instantaneously to try and help him and you hear David call out your name, “Y/N, no!” 

In slow motion, Zane falls to the side, about to hit his head but instead he manages to shift his side while you lose your footing and hit your own head right on the corner of the black box next to David’s bed  

“Oh my god Y/N are you ok!” David yells as he rushes over to your side. 

You can’t respond as you lay there with your eyes closed shut, and your head throbbing so much you can hear all the blood rushing to your ears. You reach to hold your head but feel something sticky. You look at your hand and there’s blood all over your hand. You start to panic because you have no idea what to do. 

David senses your panic and starts to talk to you in calming tones, calls out to Natalie to bring you something to wipe the blood off you face since it started to trickle down the side of you head.

“Babe, you’re ok, it just a head wound and they tend to bleed a lot. Do you think you can sit up?” David asks

“Maybe.” You whimper. 

“Ok I’m gonna help you sit up, tell me if you get dizzy.” David starts to pull you up to a sitting position and Natalie hands him a white towel to press up against your head. 

“Ok good, Now I’m gonna pull you up to stand so we can walk out to the Tesla. Natalie go start the car for me.”

“But I’m gonna get blood all over your white seats.” You tell him. 

“My girlfriend is bleeding and you think I care about those white seats right now? David asks shocked. 

“You didn’t even want to go in your Tesla when you cut your own hand.” You counter. 

“Yea well I care more about you right now. So come on walk slow in case you don’t feel well.” David tells you as he gently guides you outside to his car. 

“Wait, what about your camera? This is some great vlog footage.” You joke trying to lighten up the mood. 

“Some things are best kept private and like I said I'm more worried about your well-being than any vlog footage to record right now.” David responds.

He gently puts you in the front seat and buckles you in. As he drives you to the ER, he grabs your hand and rubs his thumb in circles on your hand to reassure you. You get to the ER and he fills out all the paperwork for you as you lay on the hospital bed. After the ER doctor examines you, he lets you know you’re going to have staples in your head for the cut on your head. 

You feel overwhelmed and burst out in tears. David reaches over and grabs your hand to help you calm down a bit.

 “I’m right here, I won’t leave your side, I promise.” David tells you as he goes to wipe the tears off our face. 

“I don't know why I’m even crying, I know it was a silly accident. But I feel bad because I know you were supposed to post tonight and I ruined it.” You sob quietly into your hands.

“Hey guys, so I’m here with Y/N and she’s had a bit of an accident so we are taking good care of her and I’ll probably be uploading super late so please give us some time for her to rest. Bye!” 

You look up and watch David mess around on his phone a bit.

“There, now you don’t have to worry about that, I just uploaded this to Instagram and it should be up on Twitter about me being late.” David explained.

“You really did all of that for me?” You ask.

“Babe, of course, you’re my number one priority.” David said proudly.

“Does he have a brother?” The nurse joked as she walked in to prep you for the staples.

You burst out laughing, “Yes but he might be a little young for you. He’s 10.”

“Well babycakes, you better hold on to this one, before I snatch him away.” She smirked.

“Oh you bet I am. I’m very lucky to have such a great, protective, loving boyfriend.” You gaze at David realizing that you have never seen this side of him before but you love him even more for it. 

[poisxnyouth]

hs dave. chapter 4. (d.d)

A/N: i’ve written this 3 different times and idk why this is being so annoying today but 🙂 follow aly @idkdobrik and ros @occasionally-angelic i’m super excited for you guys to read this one - i’m really proud of it and i think it’s my favorite of all 4❤️ enjoy & let me know what you think !!

WC: 12,027

“Um...Actually, Dave, can you go home?” You’re stopped in the driveway of your house and seated in Dom’s backseat with David. Dom has always been your designated driver, and he was probably planning on going back to the party to drop more kids off at home. He tends to enjoy taking care of drunk teenagers, saying, “It’s fun because I’m the one who remembers all of the drama and no one else does.”

David halts the clumsy unbuckling of his seatbelt, more drunk than he was 20 minutes prior, face faltering slightly, “I mean, yeah. Okay. I guess. Call me?”

You nod, “‘Course.”

“Okay. I love you.”

You swallow nervously, faking a smile and moving to shut the car door.

“Wait-,” you hear him say, leaning forward to grab your hand, nearly pleading, “Say it back.”

You repeat the words, glancing over at Dom and bidding both of them goodnight. David kisses the back of your hand before releasing it, apathetic towards the lingering presence in the car. Dom watches and waits until you get through your front door before you hear him drive away.

You should probably still be drunk, you’re not sure how you aren’t, but David’s words definitely did the job to sober you up.

Alex isn’t an entire idiot, and you trust his judgment. He can tell something is up, too; maybe it’s not just you. Maybe everyone else can see what you’re feeling for him; maybe you’re wrong about how you feel; or maybe David’s just an oblivious idiot.

You’re barely peeling off the night’s clothes before he texts you, “Baby, can we FaceTimeeeee? Say yes. Pls.”  You roll your eyes, still giving in to him no matter how badly you want to be alone and think. You quickly take off your makeup, shower, and change, David’s cum still running between your thighs. You clean up his mess.

The line rings just once before he picks up, seemingly awaiting your call, his face too close to the camera.

“Baby,” he slurs his words, “I miss you. Come over.”

“David, it’s two in the morning. I’m tired,” you try to come up with an excuse, propping your phone up against your bathroom mirror and beginning to brush your teeth.

“Nooooooo,” he pouts, “You’re so lame. D’you even know how many times I’ve snuck into your house ‘cause you said you wanted to see me? Soooo many. Please come over. I wanna see you.”

“You just saw me,” you say, muffled before you spit and rinse.

“I know, but I wanna sleep with you. Baby, please? I can’t walk anywhere. I can barely move.” You can see him playing with his hair at the top of the frame, nose and eyes almost taking up the entire screen.

“Fine, I’ll come,” you say, “But drink some water.”

“I can’t move,” David defends, “Are you leaving now? Go through the front door. It’s fine. It’s unlocked.”

“Yes, Dave, I’m leaving now. I’ll be there in fifteen. Bye.” You quickly hang up, wondering why you put yourself in this situation again. He’s just going to confuse you even more.

++

“Baaaaaabyyyyyy!” He happily exclaims, stretched out on his bed in his underwear as you come through his door. David pats the space next to him as you kick your shoes off, moving to get into bed with him.

“Nononono,” he protests, tugging at your shirt, “No clothes. Please.”

He watches you undress down to your underwear, sitting on the edge of his bed as you do so, feeling his lips press sloppily against your shoulder blade and his lingering hands on your waist.

You know how he is when he’s drunk beyond belief: a big baby who wants to be held. You lay next to him before he silently scoots further down. His arms wrap around your torso and he tangles your legs together, head resting on your chest. He always tries to make the size difference work.

He sighs quietly, eyes fluttering shut as you kiss his head and play with his hair.

“Davey, baby,” you say softly, not wanting to disturb him entirely.

He hums in response, eyes not opening and not moving a muscle.

You go quiet, “...Did you brush your teeth?”

He pauses, still unmoving, “...Yes.”

“Kiss me.” You know he’s lying; you can still smell the alcohol on his breath.

He leans up and kisses you, closed-mouth, before pulling away. He would never. The kiss alone could probably get you drunk - you’re not sure how he’s functioning at all.

“You’re lying. Go do it,” you shove him off as he gripes, rolling out of bed and making his way to the bathroom attached to his room.

He shuts the door, for some reason, before you hear the sink turn on. You realize he’s still probably not brushing his teeth. Why is he actually five years old?

You get up and open the door and see him standing in front of the sink, watching the faucet.

“David, oh my God,” you roll your eyes, “Just fucking do it. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

He does, and you resume the position you both were in beforehand.

You wait for the subtle snores to make their appearance, but they never do. He remains quiet.

“Babe,” he says, still slurring and nearly half-asleep, “How come you didn't want me there tonight?”

“Just wanted to be alone,” you say, hoping he’ll drop it as you comb your fingers through his hair.

“But you hate being alone,” David points out, arms wrapping around you tighter, “I don’t know if I did something to make you not wanna be with me tonight, but if I did, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby.”

“So, I did do something? Tell me,” he demands, eyes still closed as you hold him. He’s practically brain dead.

“It’s no big deal, Dave, I swear. I’m here right now, okay? With you. It’s all good,” you reassure, running your hands down his back. “We’re okay.”

“Alright,” he sighs, “I just don't wanna do it again, whatever it is. Kiss me, please.”

You love his kisses when he’s in this mood. They always make you think he could be in love with you too. They’re always soft, but deep, and he makes these noises in the back of his throat you wish you could hear forever. He always tells you how beautiful you are when he pulls away, and he always has the most wonderful blush spread across his cheeks. You always tell yourself it’s from the alcohol, not you, no matter how much you wish you were the cause.

David stops, lips gently leaving yours and tugging you as close as he can, eyes scanning your face. If it was anyone else staring you down this closely, you’d feel uncomfortable and intruded upon. No matter his levels of intoxication, the look in his eyes is always the same when he gets a sight of you.

If you think about it too much, your heart may burst.

“Go to sleep, baby,” you tell him, kissing his forehead. He nods slightly, leaning up to quickly press his lips to yours and moving his head back to your chest.

“I love you, Y/N,” he says, eyes already shut, “I mean it. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Dave. I love you too.”

++

You wake up the next morning with your head smushed in David’s chest, legs tangled together and one of his hands in your hair.

He’s awake, back propped against his headboard and scrolling through his phone. He feels your stirring and tosses his phone to the side, both hands moving to your waist. David leans his head down, quickly pressing sloppy kisses all over your face.

“Daviiiiid!” you whine, pulling him closer, “Good morning.”

He kisses you on the mouth this time, your arms habitually wrapping around his neck before he pulls away, repeating to you, “Good morning, baby.”

“What time is it?” you ask, “How’s your head?”

“Fine,” he says, “Dom made me take, like, four aspirin before he dropped me off. It’s ten, but-,” he cuts himself off, sliding back into bed and wrapping his arms around you.

“I just wanna stay in bed all day,” Dave admits, burying his head deep in your shoulder.

“Until noon,” you bargain, “I have homework to do.”

“Ugh,” he groans, “Okay, but can I still stay with you?”

You shake your head slightly, “It’s a bunch of my AP reading; it’s due Monday. You’re gonna be bored. It’ll take a few hours, but I’ll text you when you can come over?”

He nods, simply saying, “Alright.”

“Can we fuck?” David blurts, “Like, later?”

“...Yes? Why do you still ask? You know you can just-”

“Because I wanna make sure! You’ve been acting weird lately,” he shrugs, hands flat against your skin.

“How?” You ask, anxious that he’s taken notice of your change in behavior.

“I dunno what it is,” he describes vaguely, “I don’t know if it’s this or school stuff or work stuff or friend stuff, but you’re always thinking about something. I see it on your face. The only time I don’t see it is when I’m fucking you.”

His answer makes you stifle a laugh, moving to put your head in his chest, “That’s ‘cause you fuck it out of my head.”

“What is it, though?” Dave asks, turning on his side to face you, free hand on your cheek, “What’s bothering you?”

“It’s no big deal, baby, I swear-”

“Bullshit,” he says quietly, “Something’s going on with you, but I’m not gonna force it out of you.”

“I’ll tell you later, okay?” You promise without thinking of the severity and repercussions your admission will bring. Your feelings begin to resemble some shape of a burden; you love what you two share together too much - you don’t want to ruin it.

He nods, eyes on yours, repeating, “Okay. I know you’ll tell me when you want to.”

“I just get nervous,” David elaborates, “Besides last night, it just seems like, lately, at least, whenever we do anything, you’re super in your head. I can’t tell if you want it or not. Since last week when we fucked in the car, I think? I feel like that’s when I picked up on it, I dunno…” he trails off, fingertips running gently down your arm.

Fuck. He knows. He has to. That’s the night you realized.

“That’s - that’s why I asked,” he admits, stuttering slightly, “I just wanted to make sure you still wanted it from me.”

“I’ll always want it from you,” you tell him, arm thrown haphazardly around his shoulders, “As long as you want me.”

You shouldn’t have said that - you don’t want the response because you already know what it is.

“I’ll always want you,” he says, as you knew he would, “And maybe you’ll always want me, but that's not the point…”

It almost feels like he’s sweet talking you as his hands flatten against the small of your back, continuing, “Are you happy with this?”

“What?” you ask, the tone of your voice going up as you motion between the two of you, “This?”

“Of course I’m happy with this, Dave,” you tell him the truth, “I love this and I love you.”

You shouldn't have said that either:

“...As friends?” He asks, as he always does.

“As friends, baby,” you reassure, swallowing nervously as you lie to both of you. David stops for a second, eyes flickering across your face before he slowly leans in.

You kiss him back, thinking of how much you hate lying to him but also of how much you love what you share.

Your phone vibrates loudly on Dave’s nightstand, interrupting your moment as he leans to grab it for you.

“It’s a text from Natalie,” he says, handing the phone to you and returning to his original position of lying on his back, your head in his chest.

Do you remember fucking Alex & Dave last night?! Everyone heard it!!! You can’t even deny it.

You laugh, passing the phone to him for him to read it.

Yes, I remember, Nat.

...was it good? it sounded like it

David makes a face at that one, saying, “Fuck, people know now.”

“I don’t really care,” you admit, “It doesn’t matter to me. It’s our business.”

“I guess,” he says, “I just don’t want people saying bad shit about you. Since we’re best friends.”

Yes, it was good🙄 David’s dick is huge

Gross!!!! TMI...and Alex?

I don't remember what he was like, I was too focused on David lol

Natalie calls you on FaceTime, and you look at David, “Do I answer it?”

“Fuck it, she already knows we hooked up,” he says, sitting up slightly, your head still on his chest.

You hit the green button, waiting for her face to appear.

“Oh. My. GOD,” her jaw drops, reacting to the visual of you and Dave still together, mostly naked, “You guys! No! My friends can’t be hooking up! Not...more than once!”

“We’re not,” you say, “Never again.”

“Okay, I know that’s a lie,” Nat calls you out, “You said it was good and you’re a sucker for good dick-”

“It’s not just good,” you defend, “It’s great-”

“Okay, ew!” She fake vomits, David laughing behind you, “Stop talking. I don’t need to know that! Anyways, God damn it, you guys! You just made me lose twenty bucks to Dima.”

“What do you mean?” David asks, moving to hold your hand out of frame.

“He knew, like, a month ago that something was going on, and I defended you guys and was like, ‘Nooo, I think they’re just close again!’ but now I feel like an idiot.”

“We weren't fucking a month ago!” Dave says, managing to get out, “Last night was the first-” before Nat cuts him off:

“Oh, so you’re fucking now? Lying is a sin, you guys. Don’t lie to me; I’ll kill both of you. It was so obvious you guys had done it before. How long have you been fucking?”

You let David answer, squeezing his hand gently, “It’s been, you know, like, a month. Month and a half, maybe.”

“I hate Dima so much,” she says, “Why is he always right about everything? Do I need to smoke more weed or something?”

“That would definitely help with the bitchiness,” Dave says, “It’s really not that big of a deal, Nat, like, we’re not dating or anything-”

“Yeah, for now,” Nat says, “It’s coming. I can see it.”

“It’s definitely not,” David ensures, “I can promise you.”

“Whatever you say, Dave,” she rolls her eyes, “I gotta go. Y/N, if you ever leave David’s bed again, come over. I need to talk to you about something.”

“Okay,” you say, “I will in a little bit.”

“Wait,” David says softly, “Am I still coming over, or…?”

“Yeah, of course! I mean, it won’t take that long at her’s, so-”

“Ugh,” Nat intervenes, “Gross. Get a room. Bye, love you guys, use protection.”

She hangs up before either of you can answer and David groans, hands going through his hair, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

“It’ll be okay,” you promise him, “If anyone should know, it’s her.”

“I know, but…” he trails, arms moving to wrap around you, “This was ours. No one else's.”

“It still is, baby,” you tell him, “They might know we fuck, but...this is still ours.”

“Yeah,” he half-heartedly agrees, tutting quietly, “Jesus. We had a fucking threeway with Alex. That's crazy.”

“I almost forgot he was there, honestly,” you admit, listening to David’s breathing patterns.

“I fucking didn’t,” he scoffs, tone of his voice turning rude and harsh, “Had to sit through watching him fuck you the wrong way. He's a dipshit, trying to tell me how to fuck my girl. Get the fuck out of here.”

“Jeez,” you say, eyebrows flying upwards in surprise, “Remember when you said Alex didn't make you jealous?”

He scoffs again, moving into his nightstand to grab his cigarettes, weed, grinder, and blunts, speaking, “That was before we all had a threesome. I didn't think he was into you like that - I said I wanted to fuck you years ago and he said he wasn't into you. Should’ve known his ass was lying.”

“Wait, what?” you question confusedly, “This was a conversation you guys had?”

“I mean, yeah,” David shrugs his shoulders, fidgeting with the objects, “Like, smash or pass shit. Freshman year. All of the guys knew how bad I wanted to fuck you, so they all passed you - except Ilya, but...that’s Ilya. I don’t take him seriously.”

“It’s really not a big deal. I’m sure, like, you and Nat have done the same shit. It’s stupid,” he continues, changing the subject, “But, baby, you know what he fucking asked me after we all fucked?”

“What?” You ask, sitting up and scooting so you’re next to him. David lights a cigarette and grabs his psychology textbook from his floor, setting it on his lap.

He takes a drag of his cigarette before passing it to you, indicating for you to hold it while he removes his blunt from the package so he can begin rolling it. “He asked me if I would be cool with him trying to make a move on you! Like-”

He pauses, taking a razorblade from the surface of his nightstand and concentrating on slicing the Swisher open, quickly scraping off and dumping the tobacco into the garbage can by his bed. “Like, he had literally just watched me cum inside of you and saw all of the marks I left on you from the other day, and he’s gonna ask me if he can make a move?”

He grabs his grinder and opens it, stuffing around a gram of weed in before closing it, grinding the contents down into shake. David takes his cigarette back from you, propping it between his lips and taking a drag as he continues to work. He moves the stick back to your fingers as he carefully opens the bottom of the grinder and dumps the shake into the shell of the blunt, evening it out, continuing to speak, “Like, dude, what the fuck? Love that guy ‘till I die, but he’s a fucking idiot.”

“Why does that make you so mad?” You question, taking a quick drag from his horrendous Red as he habitually rolls, licks, and sticks.

David looks at you as if you're stupid, “Because you’re my girl? Or did you forget that fact when you had another dude’s dick in you?”

He rolls his eyes before quickly apologizing, “I’m sorry. I didn't mean that. Anybody else having you pisses me off, but that's no excuse to be an asshole to you.”

He takes his cigarette back from you, finishing it off quickly and tossing the butt in a water bottle on his bedside table. David sets his items on the floor, placing the blunt in his mouth and lighting up, back pressed against his headboard.

“It’s just, like,” he keeps going, still angry, eyebrows scrunched together, “Don’t look at me weird for what I’m about to say, okay? Like, this kid...watched me fuck the life out of you, and sure, I guess he had some part of that - which makes me mad, too - but how is he gonna hear me tell you, and you’re, like, practically my girlfriend, right? To me, that’s how he should think of you here. How is he gonna hear me tell you that you’re mine and then ask if he can make a move on you?”

He nonchalantly passes the blunt to you, like he didn't just say you were practically dating, and you try to not let it hurt as much as it does. You hit it, holding the smoke in your lungs as he stares into his room, obviously having more to say.

“Fuck threesomes, man,” Dave says, shaking his head slightly as you pass it back to him, “Fucking ridiculous. I’m glad I tried it, but fuck that. Shit was horrible.”

“I didn't think it was that bad,” you offer, unsure of where he’s going with his angry rambling as he takes another hit, ghosting it and holding the smoke.

“If it was another girl,” he counters, exhaling, “You’d probably feel the way I do. But I don't even wanna fuck another chick. That’s wack. I can't even look at other girls anymore.”

“Are you mad at me for suggesting it or something?” His passive aggressive tone is angering you now, “It really sounds like it.”

His face untenses, hand coming to your knee as he bites his lip, “No. Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m a jealous asshole.”

“I know you just wanted to see,” he continues, “All three of us were pretty plastered. Maybe I’m overthinking it. Alex is probably still blacked out in his bed.”

“Still, though,” David says obstinately, continuing to smoke, “Alex is a fucking idiot. It, like, hurt my dick watching him try to fuck you.”

“Again, I don’t even remember him fucking me at all,” you shrug, plucking the blunt from him and taking another hit. “I was focused on you the whole time.”

“I wouldn't expect anything less,” he confidently scoffs, “You’re my girl. Forever and always. Fuck Alex. Now, I have to keep a fucking eye on him. Dipshit.”

David puts the blunt out as he finishes it, tossing the roach to the side.

“So…,” you trail off, kissing his cheek and scooting closer, moving your head to rest on his shoulder, “I take it you don't want another threesome?”

He turns to look down at you, eyebrows scrunched together and confusion etched into his features, “Fuck no. You do?

You shrug, opening your mouth to answer his question before he continues, “Why do you wanna fuck other people so bad? You told me you don't think of anyone else. Do you want to, like, stop this altogether?”

He’s offended, now, and it’s clear to you he was hiding his feelings about the threeway - you suggesting it did bother him. You clear your throat before speaking, “No. Of course, I don’t. Davey, baby, it’s not about fucking other people. I don't care about that and I don't think of anyone else. I just...um…” you pause, moving to fidget with his fingertips.

“What?” He asks, tone still harsh, “Spit it out, baby. Why bring in someone else if you don't want to fuck them?”

“I would just, um,” you look around his room, suddenly hesitant about what you’re going to say next, “You know, I want to get jealous…”

David’s still confused and still jealous as he delicately laces your fingers together - his loving actions not matching his harsh words. “Okay, that doesn't make sense. If you want to get jealous, then why bring in Alex?”

You pause, knowing he’s right. You brought in Alex only to see if you had feelings for David - and you hate that you figured it out at the expense of both of them. You chew on your lip and Dave squeezes your hand, indicating he’s still waiting on a response from you before he speaks again, “Wait...are you, like, into Alex?”

You roll your eyes, answering quickly, “No, David, I’m not into him. I don't even know him. The reason I brought him in is because...of what I’m going to tell you later. It’ll make sense. Just...don’t be angry with me. It feels like you are.”  

“I’m not, I swear,” he promises, kissing the back of your attached hands, “I’m just, not, like...I’m not sharing, you know? And if you wanna bring in another girl...I also don't really want that.”

“Really?” You ask, “Why not?”

“Because...like, I know I’d just be paying attention to you the whole time, so…” He trails off, voice oddly quiet, “I’m not gonna bring in a girl that I’m not even attracted to, stare at you the whole time, cum for you, and then tell her to leave. There's no point. I like it when it’s just us…”

David rolls his eyes before offering, seemingly calming down a little bit, “It’s not a big deal. We’re exclusive friends with benefits - nothing’s changing that. Alex just needs to chill and shut up, and we’re not having another threesome...Case closed.”

You nod against him, not caring about the subject as much as he does, head still resting on his shoulder with his hand resting lovingly on the inside of your thigh.

“Jesus Chriiiiiist,” he drags out after a moment of silence, changing the subject and rubbing at his eyes with his free hand, “That's good fucking weed. Ilya and I went into the city for that shit. Chicago shit hits differently. One blunt and I’m already gone.”

You try to ignore the thought of how hot he is when he’s jealous - jaw clenching, eyes rolling, voice deep and defensive. You also try to ignore his haphazard use of the word girlfriend as you move on top of him, legs on each side of him as you hold both of his hands. You begin to feel buzzed, not as stoned as he seems to feel, as his dick twitches under your ass.

“Put your hair up. Ponytail, though; not a bun.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.” This is more jealous sex coming from him.

You unlace your fingers from his and do as you’re told, maintaining eye contact with him.

“Suck my dick.” David doesn’t say please, because why does he have to when he knows you will regardless?

You move once more - this time, off of him and between his legs, gently tugging at his underwear.

He waves your hands off, doing it himself and tossing the article of clothing somewhere on his floor.

He doesn't touch his own dick at all, moving both hands to grasp at your hair and push your mouth all the way down.

“Look at me,” he demands, pushing you down further as he bucks his hips up.

You do, meeting his eyes as you try to take as much of him as you can.

“More,” he says, not removing the pressure from your head, “All the way down, babygirl. There you go. Fuck.”

He holds your head there, fucking up into your mouth until you gag. David releases you when you do, allowing you to spit and wipe your mouth - although, his preference is when it’s messy.

While your mouth is off of him, he moves to his knees with his hands remaining on your ponytail, forcing you to move with him.

One of his hands moves to your cheeks, squishing them up together, before saying, “Open your mouth.”

You do, closing your eyes and expecting his dick down your throat once more, but he tips your head up and spits directly into your mouth.

Sparing no time, David pushes his dick all the way in.

“Look at me,” he gently reminds, hips unmoving, waiting for your eye contact before he moves.

“Good,” he praises once you do so, beginning to buck his hips up into your mouth and continue forcing your mouth up and down.

You continue this way for a few minutes, tears streaming gently down your face with the occasional gag. Every so often he slaps your cheeks, always a reminder to continue keeping eye contact with him.

He goes too deep in one stroke, dick all the way down your throat, causing your eyes to water profusely. Your hand slaps his hip, an indicator of your tapping out.

“Aw,” he tuts, “You don’t mean that. You don't really need to tap, do you?”

He pulls out of your mouth, spit dripping from your lips, letting you catch your breath for a moment before his hands tangle into your ponytail once more.

David pushes your head all the way down, where you were before you tapped, making a noise of satisfaction, “More. Take it.”

He continues applying pressure to the back of your head, hips bucking up, watching your tears stream down your face as you take him.

He tugs on your ponytail hard, not to pull you off, but to get your attention, “Come on, baby. You can do better than that. Take it.”

You do take it, savoring his every noise. You can feel when he’s about to cum, his movements becoming faster and more hasty.

He pulls his dick out of your mouth quickly, palm of his hand gently hitting your cheek as his way to tell you to open your mouth again. David jerks off above you, upholding his beloved eye contact, grunting as his cum hits all over your face and in your mouth.

“Holy fuck,” he says once he has partially recovered from his orgasm, reaching for his phone. Shamelessly, he holds up the device and takes a picture of you: tongue hanging out, tear-stained cheeks, eye contact with the camera, and a mixture of spit and cum all over your chin, lips, and cheeks.

Dave tosses it to the side once he’s gotten his photo, running his fingers over your lips.

Once again, he leans forward and spits in your mouth, fingers messily mixing his cum and his spit on your tongue.

He’s disgusting, and you always knew he was.

He proves you right once more, leaning down and attaching your mouths, tongue sliding against yours. You feel David’s fingers blindly push at the cum on your cheeks as he kisses you, nudging it inside of your mouth. Only Dave would kiss you with his fingers in your mouth.

He pulls away, removing his fingers and kissing your forehead, watching your throat move as you swallow. He gets off of the bed, tugging his underwear back on and moving into his bathroom.

“You’re gross,” he says simply, “Letting me do that to you.”

David's wetting a washcloth as he speaks, running the warm water from the tap.

“You’re the gross one, you did it,” you defend as he walks back over, fingers gently framing your face as he wipes away the mess he made.

“Yeah, but you let me,” he says, tugging lightly on the hair tie holding your hair up and dropping it next to you, “I nutted so hard that my balls hurt. Jesus.”

He tosses the now dirty washcloth somewhere into his bathroom, crawling back into bed with you.

“I should get going soon,” you tell him, slipping the hair tie back over your wrist, “Since I have to go see Nat now.”

“Okay,” he kisses you quickly, “D’you want me to eat you out before you go?”

“It’s fine,” you yawn, “We’re gonna fuck later, anyway.”

“I already miss you and you haven’t even left yet.”

You attempt to ignore him, leaning up to attach your lips. David pulls away after a few kisses, breaking, “You still taste like my cum.”

“Apparently, you like that,” you say, kissing him again.

“A little bit,” he murmurs, “A lot a bit. ‘S so hot.”

His right hand comes to your face, thumb on one cheek and forefingers on the other, squishing the skin up as he kisses you.

“You need to go,” David says, pulling away his hand and lips, “Or I’ll end up fucking you here. It’s almost noon, anyway, and my balls need to recover.”

You stifle a giggle, nodding, “Okay. But wait, Davey-”

“What's up?”

“Did you…” you trail, mulling over your next words to say them carefully, “Did you still think I was acting weird just now? When I was blowing you?”

He makes a face, “Kinda. It’s kind of an all-the-time thing. It makes me sad.”

“Why?” you ask, frowning, arms thrown around him.

“Because I don't know what it is. If I did, maybe I could fix it…”

Your heart drops at his words, suddenly feeling incredibly guilty for what you’re going to have to tell him later. He doesn't know he won't be able to fix this. The only thing he can give you is a yes or a no.

“Later today,” you promise, “Okay? I need to figure out how to talk about it first.”

“I get it,” David nods understandingly, “I love you, baby. As friends.”

“I love you too...As friends.” It hurts to say, especially knowing the truth - especially knowing you’re lying to him.

He kisses your forehead and slaps your ass, saying, “You should go now. The sooner you get that shit done, the sooner I can cum in you.”

“You’re a whore.”

Dave responds with a matter of fact yup, shoving you gently.

He watches as you silently slip back into your clothes, pajamas from the night prior, eyes lingering lovingly.

You grab your keys and phone, giving him a final goodbye kiss and quiet I love you before you head out of the door.

“I’ll see you in a few, baby. Be careful.”

++

“You like him,” Nat says confidently in her greeting, first time seeing you of the day, “I know you do. I saw it on your face.”

She expects you to attempt to lie - for you to blush uncontrollably, stammering about how you don’t have a crush on your shared best friend...who you happen to be fucking.

But you don’t, and it surprises her:

“Yeah,” you admit, kicking your shoes off as you enter her room, “I do. I don’t know what to do.”

“He doesn’t know?” Natalie gapes from her bed, “Y/N, you have to tell him!”

“I know, but I’m scared.” You sigh as you throw yourself onto her bed, hugging a pillow to your chest, “It��s gonna make things weird, and I just really like how things are right now.”

“Is it worth it, though? Are you really satisfied?”

You dodge her question, “I just don’t know what to say! ‘Hey, Dave, I think I love you, but not just as friends!’”

“...That's exactly what you say! Look,” she moves to face towards you, legs crossed, “You know he’s stupid. We all know it. I don’t know how you guys are when no one else is around, but he probably feels the same way and doesn't realize it, okay?”

You shake your head in disagreement, “No, you don’t get it. He's constantly saying that everything we do, we do as friends. He makes me repeat it to him.”

“Well, what do you mean by everything? I thought you guys were just fucking - is there other stuff involved, too?”

You stop momentarily, scratching your head and wondering if you should tell her anything else.

“Ohhhh,” she says, realizing something without you elaborating, “I see what happened. So, you guys fucked, thought, ‘Hey, maybe this isn't a terrible idea!’, said there were no strings attached, but now he acts like you're his girlfriend all the time. And now you're confused.”

“Um, yeah. That's what happened.”

“You guys suck at keeping secrets. Both of you.”

She continues, “When did you guys even fuck for the first time, anyway?”

“The night before homecoming. Like, after the football game. About a month ago.”

“...But both of you were at my house?” Nat questions, “Oh my God. Tell me you didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” You play dumb, heat rising in your cheeks.

“Did you guys fuck in my house?”

“...Maybe-”

“Ew! Where? Actually, I don’t even want to know.”

“Anyways,” she changes the subject, slightly shivering at the thought of you and David together, “Just tell him. He cares about you and he’s never been an asshole to you.”

“I just don’t want him to take it the wrong way-”

Natalie interrupts you, “How else would he take it? Y/N, it’s either a yes or a no. There’s not really an in between with this.

“Also, remember he’s never actually been with anyone before. He probably just doesn't know how to realize he has feelings for you,” she lays down completely, staring at her ceiling.

“What makes you so sure he has feelings for me?”

“Well,” she sighs, “I’m not sure, honestly, because I mean, you know he doesn't really get crushes on people. But David…” Nat trails, “needs people to point out things and tell him what he wants. Not to say he doesn't know how to make his own decisions, but he’s just oblivious.”

“I know he is,” you agree, moving to lay down next to her, also staring at the ceiling, “He’s kind of an idiot.”

“I just don’t want to be another Sami,” you admit, “He seemed annoyed by that.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean, ‘another Sami’?” You feel her head move slightly, turning to look at you.

“Oh, shit. You don’t know? David and Sami hooked up. For a while. She took his virginity.”

“What the fuck?” She sits up, eyes on yours and eyebrows scrunched together, “Why’d they stop? And why didn't he tell me?”

“They stopped because she caught feelings for him,” you shrug, “I dunno, Nat. He’s told me he doesn't like talking about his sex life around you.”

“Hm,” she wonders, “He’s so weird about things sometimes. I hope you’re not another Sami, either. But I hope it goes well for you, girl,” Natalie says, “You guys would be cute.”

“Thanks, Nat,” you get up and off of her bed, “I have homework, but he's coming by later. I guess I’ll tell him after we fuck-”

“I honestly do not want to hear about that part - and why wait until afterwards? Why not just straight up tell him?”

“Because, Nat, if it’s our last time, then I want to at least have a last time with him,” you reason, sliding your shoes back on.

“Awww. Did you mean it when you said he was good? Like, is he actually? I don’t want the picture, that’s gross, but he just doesn't seem like he would be to me,” Natalie questions you, now sitting up on her bed. “He seems too clumsy.”

“Dude,” you lean in closer, “Yes. He is so good. Best I’ve ever had. The first time, I was blown away. He’s not him at all when we fuck. Like, this morning, I was sucking-”

“Okay, no details, please,” she cuts you off, “Go do your homework. I’ll see you later. Let me know what happens with you guys!”

You bid her goodbye and tell her you love her, giving her a quick hug.

++

“Baby, let me bruise you again,” David begs in a whisper against your lips, “You look so pretty with them, and your old ones are fading...”

You nod easily into your shared kiss with him, wanting a final souvenir from your sexual relationship. You and Dave are standing in the middle of your room making out, his dick already hard as his hands creep up the back of your t-shirt. You’re not sure why he always feels the need to move so glacially slow. Maybe he likes it to last.

He pulls away gently as he tugs on the hem of your shirt, a silent indicator of his desire to see you. You cross your arms and remove it, your eyes watching as David’s fingers find the neck of his own shirt and he slips it off of his back.

He kisses you again, much deeper this time as both hands squeeze at your waist - almost as hard as he can. One hand reaches around you, lips still on yours, and effortlessly undoes the clasp of your bra. He’s gotten better at that, you think.

Mid-kiss, you slip it off of your shoulders and arms, causing David to lean out. He presses kisses down the column of your throat, your hands threading through his hair as his kisses stop beneath your collarbone.

“Put your hair up and lie down,” he tells you, hands fidgeting as he undoes his belt and tugs his pants off.

You do as you're told, assuming a ponytail is his preference and removing your hands from him, lying down on your bed. Your thumbs hook on your shorts and pull them off.

“Everything off,” David says as he gets on the bed and leans over you, fingers tugging at your underwear, sliding them down your legs.

He attaches your mouths once more before beginning his trek down your body for a second time, teeth grazing against your skin with every sloppy kiss. Still above you, he rests his weight on his hands, positioned by your head as he makes his way further downwards.

The further down he gets, the more he shifts his weight towards his legs. Dave’s hand gently comes to one of your thighs, splitting your legs apart, still moving south.

You find yourself lying there with your eyes closed, succumbing to his touch as he settles between your legs and your hands slip into his hair again.

“Look at me,” he says - an insistent, constant reminder, but he loves watching for reactions. Good reactions are when he knows he’s done well. Constant eye contact is David’s version of instant gratification during sex. His reminders are almost always gentle, never brutal or demanding, because regardless of how he asks, he will always get what he wants.

You obey him, eyes opening to the sight of him settled between your thighs, arms wrapped around your legs and hands on your stomach. Almost instantly, as soon as your eyes meet, Dave begins slowly pressing kisses up the inside of your right thigh. He waits until your breathing shudders in anticipation as his mouth moves closer to your pussy, eyes remaining on yours.

You feel his breath fan over you, causing you to buck up into his hold. He quickly pushes your hips back down, putting his weight down and bringing his head up slightly, “Be patient, baby. Don’t be a brat.”

You whine slightly, tugging more harshly on his hair as he begins the process once more, kissing up your thigh. David maintains your eye contact as he slowly attaches his mouth to you, one arm moving from around you to between your legs. He shifts over slightly to allow room for his hand, ring and middle finger deftly sliding inside of you.

You make an approving noise at that, still trying to buck your hips up into his mouth. He pulls away just enough to speak, repeating his prior statement as his fingers crook upwards, “Keep trying that shit and I won't fuck you at all. Don't be a brat for me. Tell me you hear me, baby.”

“I hear you, daddy,” you nod, “Sorry. Keep going.”

“I thought so,” he replies, “Good girl.”

Dave puts his mouth on you again, sucking steadily as he begins to move his fingers incessantly. He’s done this many times now, figuring out the exact science of how to make you cum quicker than the time before.

He seems to succeed each time by moving his fingers correctly, pinning your hips down, mouth licking and sucking at whichever pace you seem to react the most to. David’s one condition is continuous eye contact – allowing him to read the expressions on your twisted up features as he touches you the way he knows you love and giving him any indication as to when you’re going to cum.

He maintains eye contact minutes later, as well, when his dick is shoved as far as it can go down your throat. Dave keeps a hand down, wrapped around your neck, as he feels it swell and contract with every thrust of his hips.

He’s good at praising you, and he knows it; he loves the way your eyes light up when he tells you you did something well, or when he gives you the kiss you’ve been waiting for the entire time. Your relationship makes sense: he likes praising you and to be praised, and you like doing things for him so he can praise you. It’s a give and take.

David no longer wraps his dick, skipping the condom completely as he quickly bottoms out inside of you, hitting it from the back. He still hasn't entirely gotten used to the feeling of being bare, eyes rolling back slightly as he exclaims a breathless, “Oh, fuck, babygirl.”

“Daddyyyyy,” you whine, one of his hands wrapped around your ponytail. You rest your weight on your knees and palms of your hands before he tugs you by the hair, tipping your head backwards and leaning down to kiss you sloppily.

He releases you and untangles his fingers from your hair, one hand gripping your shoulder tightly as the other grasps at your hip. Dave holds you so tightly, fingertips digging in no matter where he grabs you, you can almost already feel the bruises taking shape.

He lasts longer in bed than you ever expected he would, which you never complain about - he knows how to repeatedly make you cum, fucking the brains out of you until the only thing you can think of is how good he’s fucking you.

David pulls out, ordering you to switch positions to missionary, taking no time before sliding in once more. He stares at you as he fucks you, now, resting his weight on his palms which are glued to your tits.

It’s almost suffocating, feeling at least a hundred and fifty pounds on your chest as you get fucked, but he doesn't care. If you didn't like it, you would say otherwise. The scratches down his back and blood underneath your fingernails tell him you don't just like it, you love it.

You’ve cum nearly four times before David mentions he’s close, moving his weight off of you and leaning down, arms wrapping around you as his hips speed up. His face is in your shoulder as he whimpers and you  dig your nails into the skin of his back, begging him to cum inside of you as deep as he can.

He groans, voice raspy, and he does – he feels a line of blood trickle down his back as he cums, breathing heavily and making the most wonderful whimpering noises.

“Oh-,” Dave starts, “Oh my fucking God.” He pulls out, not bothering to look at your pussy before collapsing entirely on top of you. “Sorry, I just...Wow. Give me a second. I think I went to another planet.”

You giggle slightly, kissing his shoulder before glancing down at his back, “Oh, David, baby. Your back.”

“It’s fine,” he says, “Is it worse than last time?”

“Ummm,” you pause, “It’s definitely more bloody. Sorry.” You show him your bloody palms, his eyes rolling in response.

He moves off of you, knowing you want to go get a washcloth and peroxide to clean his back up with.

You tug your pajamas back on and move into the bathroom attached to your room, filing through your cabinets and gathering supplies.

You return to his still form after washing your hands, David seemingly still recovering from his orgasm as you wet the cloth with the liquid.

“Was it that good? I doubt it,” you say, laughing slightly as you press it to one of the wounds.

He hisses in response, mumbling, “Fuck. Your pussy felt like the universe.”

You ignore him, rolling your eyes and continuing to clean the abrasions, regardless of his protests. Once he’s all cleaned, you toss the trash and return back to bed with him, David rolling over and moving so you can settle into his arms.

“I can smoke in here, right, baby?” David asks, “The windows are open.”

“Go for it,” you say, “If they’re open, you can, and if they’re not...then, just open them.”

“Got it,” he responds lamely, removing his arm from around you and leaning over the edge of the bed, grabbing his pants. He rifles through the pockets as he searches for his Reds and his Bic, making a noise of satisfaction once he locates the items. Dave cups his hand around the flame as he lights the end of his cigarette once it's between his lips, the stick wagging slightly as he takes a long drag.

He exhales the smoke as he wraps his arm around you once more, his free hand finding itself wedged in the dip of your waist. He lazily drops the lighter somewhere in the sheets next to him.

You’re both quiet, something which isn't rare in your post-coital moments together. Even though you hate his cigarettes, you’re out, and fiending. You reach to silently pluck his Red from his fingers, placing it in your mouth and dragging on it. You mirror his actions and exhale towards the ceiling, suddenly remembering the promise you made to him hours prior. You feel an exponential dread consume you, taking another drag from his cigarette before passing it back to him.

David taps the excess ash into a half empty water bottle on your nightstand as he smokes, turning the water a murky gray. You feel his eyes on you as you continue staring up at the ceiling, anxiously memorizing the squiggles of the plaster above you.

“You’re always so beautiful after sex,” David compliments randomly, clearing his throat slightly, “It’s my favorite. I can never stop staring.”

He’s always the first to speak after sex. He tips your head up, cigarette still between his fingers, so he can kiss you gently and slowly, eyes glued to your lips as he leans in. He pulls away seconds after, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead and taking a drag.

“Thanks,” you say half-heartedly, feeling the need to reach for the nicotine again.

“Jesus, just take it, baby,” he says, reaching for his soft pack he had tossed haphazardly on to your bedside table once he’d removed them from his pants.

He takes another one out of the soft package by shaking it slightly, repeating his routine: 1) Prop between lips. 2) Cup hand around lighter’s flame. 3) Take the longest drag possible.

You can feel the words you want to say dancing along the tip of your tongue, wanting so badly to just say what you’re thinking - mostly to just get it over with. You barely pay attention to his compliments, almost as if your ears stop listening for your own well being.

“Hey,” David says, free hand rubbing gently at your hip, “No pressure, I swear, but…”

Oh, God.

“Did you ever find out how to say whatever's been bugging you? I know I keep asking and I’m sorry for that, but when something is bothering you, it bothers me too.”

“Um,” you swallow and take a final drag of what is now your cigarette before leaning over him, dropping it into the water bottle. “Kind of?”

“Go ahead,” he tells you, nonchalant as he puts his cigarette out too, “Try your best.”

“Okay, well,” you sigh, eyes on the ceiling once more, not wanting to look at him or see his reaction. His eyes are on you, you feel their presence, and you feel your heart come to your throat.

“I love you, David.”

You manage to get it out, simultaneously feeling a weight lifted off of your shoulders and the unknown burden of what his response will be.

“Yeah,” he says matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders slightly, “I love you too. As friends.”

“No, Dave,” you respond quietly, timid, “Not...as friends. Um, more...more than that. Like...I’m...you know. I’m in love with you, David.”

You feel him stop breathing, his hand on your waist stopping its gentle strokes.

“Um,” he responds, “Oh.”

He doesn't instantly react the way you thought he would, and you no longer feel his eyes staring you down. You glance over at him to see his body language: teeth biting at his lips, holding his breath, eyes moving as he looks around the room.

It suddenly hits David everything you share together; how he treats you, how you treat him, what the sex is like, how jealous he got of Alex, and he wonders how many I love you’s you lied to him about. He can't say he blames you for it. He realizes all of the times he turned you down in your face, explicitly ensuring he would never want that type of relationship with you.

You’ve confused him, now, and he questions if he’s been in denial this entire time. He thinks he has, but he has no idea how to handle it. His heart hurts, and he doesn't know why.

“...David?” You ask him, more anxious than before.

He clears his throat and rubs at your waist slightly before removing his touch entirely, “I have to go.”

“What? N-no, you don’t, we can talk-”

“No, Y/N,” Dave insists in a harsher tone, moving out of bed and beginning to pull his clothes on, almost in a rush, “I need to think.”

You sigh, holding back tears and nodding slightly, “Okay, but David, if it’s a no, then just say-”

“It’s not a no, though,” he goes quiet, “...I think. I don’t know, baby, - Y/N - I just need to fucking think.”

You’re still trying to withhold your tears, and he can tell, causing him to feel irreparably guilty for not being able to give you a straight answer.

“Are you…” you trail, voice wavering, “Are you mad at me?...Or something?”

It’s his turn to sigh as he tugs on his shoes, not directly looking at you, “No. Of course not, babe - Y/N.”

He corrects himself and stares for a moment at the floor, quietly apologizing for his multiple mistakes before repeating himself for the third time, “I just need time to think.”

David sees you nod out of the corner of his eye before he looks at you, catching a glance as you quickly attempt to wipe away a stray tear, not wanting him to see.

“Y/N, I have to go,” he says, feeling guiltier by the second as he grabs his phone, keys and cigarettes, anxiously searching through the sheets for his lighter.

He locates it, and wishes so badly he could kiss you goodbye and tell you he loves you. He’s not sure what this means for himself, or what it means for his feelings, but the best he can muster in place of a goodbye kiss is: “I’ll see you later, okay? I promise.”

He thinks it’s a pathetic response, too, and pushes the thought to the back of his head. He begins to take steps towards your bedroom door, hand landing on the doorknob before you ask, “When is later?”

“Um,” he says quietly, “Whenever I have an answer for you.”

“Oh,” you reply, his back turned to you, “Okay. Bye, Dave. Be safe.”

He sighs, feeling horrible, “Bye, Y/N.”

David shuts the door as silent as possible behind him, slowly moving down the stairs before he hears you burst into tears. He hates the noise and hates the fact he’s the cause of it, moving quicker down the steps. He half-heartedly bids your parents goodbye and goes out the front door, eyes welling up with tears.

He lets them fall as he unlocks his car and gets in, hastily fastening his seatbelt. He puts the key in the ignition and starts the car, trying his best to not think about the fact he is the reason for your current distress.

He pulls out of your driveway and begins to understand he is angry with himself. David’s angry because he should have realized; he should have realized every pause you took after you told him you loved him, the look on your face you always had when he said he only loved you platonically, the way you looked at him, the way you kissed him, the uneasiness in your voice while you told him - so many signs of your feelings for him he was too much of an idiot to see.

He now recognizes his actions and his words contradict each other; it's not very possible to cum in his best friend and remain platonic. He didn't want to have feelings for you because he thought it would end badly on his side, so he shut out the thought entirely. He didn't realize, until now, at least, he was refraining from breaking his own heart.

It doesn't take away from his guilt of what was essentially false advertising: treating you like a significant other, even saying you almost were one, but not wanting the attached and required commitment. It makes him feel like a pussy.

He’s still crying, haphazardly sniffling and wiping at his tears as he pulls into his driveway. He turns the car off and grabs his things before making the short walk to Nat’s house next door. David walks in without knocking, something of regular nature for them, and makes his way up to her room. The door is closed, and he knocks quietly, putting his weight up against it.

He hears a muffled Come in! and turns the doorknob, walking in and shutting the door.

Natalie immediately sees the shape he's in, quickly standing up from her desk, “Oh, God, Dave. She told you?”

He sniffles and stops, “You knew?”

She instantly becomes offended at his accusatory tone, crossing her arms, “I found out today, David, and she didn't even have to tell me. I could see it on her face. What do you think we talked about earlier? Do not get mad at me for something you guys got yourselves into.”

He sighs, still quietly crying, “I know, I’m sorry. I’m just so confused.”

“I know,” she replies, walking over and wrapping her arms around him. Her embrace makes him cry harder into her hair, before she comfortingly says to him, “It’s okay. It’ll be okay. Just...lay down.”

He does, kicking his shoes off and climbing into her made bed. She lays next to him, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ceiling.

“What did you say to her?”

“I was such an asshole about it, but I didn't know what else to do. I just told her I had to leave, that I didn't know what my answer is, and that I’d see her later…”

“You left?”

“Well, what was I supposed to do, Nat? I don't have an answer for her. I wasn't going to just sit there with her watching, waiting for me to decide. That’s fucked up. I look like an asshole regardless.”

“You are an asshole, David, but-”

“But Nat, it’s her. I can't dick around with her. Like, I don't think I’m that much of an asshole to you, either, because I don't want to lose either of you. But she’s...I really can't fuck that up. Am I fucking it up?” His voice wavers at the end, hands uneasy and fidgety on his chest.

“No, you’re not,” she promises, “You’re just being honest. We both know she appreciates that more than a half-assed answer.”

“But if you want my honest opinion…,” Nat continues, “It seems like you have feelings for her, too.”

“I do,” David says quickly, “Um...I just-”

“Then, Dave, what the fuck is the problem here? Go back to her and tell her you love her.”

“Because I’m confused, Nat-”

“About what? Dave-”

“I’ve never felt this before!” he exclaims, tears welling up again, “And I feel like a fucking idiot for not realizing it sooner, and I feel like such an asshole because it took her telling me she has feelings for me for me to realize I have them for her too. I don't even know what I feel for her, but it's not...you know, just friends.”

“I think you do know what you feel for her, and you’re too scared to admit it because you don't want her to break your heart. But, David, you have to realize she doesn't want that, either. You know what she told me today when I asked her about it?”

Dave murmurs a quiet What?, urging Natalie to continue, “That she didn't want to be another Sami. Which, thank you for telling me about-”

“Fuck,” he says, exasperated, cutting her off and ignoring her, “I knew it seemed like that bothered her. Ever since I told her about it, she’s been acting weird.”

“I mean, yeah, you did cut it off with Sami after she told you she had feelings for you. Why would this be any different?”

“Because it’s her, and I know I keep saying that and it doesn't really mean anything but I don't know how else to describe it. I love her so much, I don't want to mess this up. Everything is different when it comes to her.”

“I don't think you will, David. When I talked to her, she was trying to hide it, but...I could tell. I don't think you could do anything to change her mind.”

“...What do I do? Tell me what to do.”

“Go fucking tell her! Plan a date. Take her out. See how it goes. Make her your girlfriend. I don't know! I’m not in this with you guys,” Natalie’s exasperated, getting frustrated with him, “You’re making this so much harder than it has to be.”

David’s eyebrows knit together and fly up in surprise, confusion written all across his face, “What? What do you mean?”

“She literally did all of the work for you. All you have to do is say yes and you can get what you want. She took a chance by telling you - the least you can do is give her the answer as soon as you know it. Which, you know it, so you need to get over there.”

“Fine,” he says, obstinate, “I’ll go. Right now.” He quickly moves out of her bed, slipping his shoes on and grabbing his keys.

“Nat?” He says, hugging and thanking her quickly, “You know nothing.”

“Cross my heart.”

++

It’s dark now, meaning David has to park down the street and crawl through your window. He does, praising God you left your window open.

You’re sleeping, and he almost feels guilty for interrupting you. Your eyes and cheeks are puffy and tear-stained, bringing him much anger towards himself.

He quietly kicks his shoes off and crawls into bed with you, waking you.

You stir, turning over to face him and eyebrows scrunching together, “Dave?”

“Yeah. Y/N, I’m a fucking idiot.”

“What?” You ask, heart racing as you sit up, turning your lamp on.

“Um,” he pauses, meeting your eyes, “I love you, too.”

In this light, you can see the evidence of him crying, too. He continues, “I know I walked out, and I’m sorry for that, and I totally understand if you don’t want me anymore-”

“Shut up,” you say, hand covering your mouth, “You’re lying.”

“What?”

“There’s no way-”

“That’s why I’m an idiot, baby, I just...I want you, okay?” David moves to grab your hand, placing it over his heart to emphasize its increasing rhythm before continuing, “I want you so bad it hurts. I want you to be mine. I feel so stupid for not realizing it sooner. You’re everything I want. I mean it. Again, though, if you don't want me anymore because I left, I completely-”

“Shut up, Davey baby,” you sniffle, quickly leaning in to kiss him, hand remaining on his chest. It feels different now; almost as if it’s a new beginning.

“What does this mean?” You ask him, forehead leaning against his.

“I think it means…” He trails off, clearing his throat, “Um, d’you wanna be my girlfriend? Like, do you wanna be a thing?”

“I thought you would never ask,” you wholeheartedly admit, murmuring a yes, of course I would! before attaching your lips once more.

“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou,” David says, continuing to kiss down your neck, “Oh my gosh, baby, we’re a thing.”

“I didn't think you had feelings for me,” you say, “I thought I scared you off or something. I’ve never seen you so freaked out.”

“No, of course not,” he promises, moving to gently tug off his shirt, “I’m just stupid and was taken off guard. But…”

He breathes heavily, hands roaming all over your half-naked body, “I love you so fucking much.”

You kiss him once more, asking, “Is this why?”

You confuse him, “What? Like, the sex?”

You nod before he continues, “Fuck no. It definitely helps, but is that why? No. You’re you. That’s why. You’re the girl of my dreams. You’re my best friend. I would let you ruin my life.”

“You don’t mean that,” you swear, eyes welling up with tears, “Holy shit, David.”

“I do, and I know. This is crazy.”

“...Do we tell people?”

“...I think,” he trails, “Just Nat...for now. Other people later, but we can talk about it another time.”

You agree easily, arms wrapping around him again as you burst into tears, “David, tell me you mean it. Say it again.”

You know he does, he wouldn't admit it if he didn't, but you want to hear him say the words again.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he promises, arms wrapping around you and reciprocating your embrace, “I love you. For real. So fucking much. I mean it. I want you to fuck me up forever. I give you permission. Do whatever you want with me. I’m a dumbass. I’m sorry I didn't realize sooner.”

“It’s okay,” you swear, happy tears running down your cheeks, “I love you so much, Davey. This is all I want.”

You feel so relieved to not feel the obligation to repeat a bullshit phrase back to him and to know there is no second part to your I love you.

“Stop it,” he begs, fingers coming up to wipe the tears from your cheeks, hand remaining, “You’re going to make me start crying again.”

“Sorry,” you apologize, “This is just so…”

“Crazy.”

“But is it, though? I mean, think about how we were…” You go quiet, hand coming up to your cheek to cover his, “Even when I didn't have feelings for you, I kind of thought it was going to happen.”

“How long have you known?” David asks, eyes glued affectionately to yours. You’re now lying down and facing each other in bed, legs tangled as you cradle each other.

“Not as long as it feels,” you admit, “Since the night in the car. When you said that shit this morning, I really thought you knew.”

He tuts, moving to push a piece of hair behind your ear, “No, baby. No excuse, but, you know I’m clueless. I don't notice the signs, even when I’m paying attention.”

“So,” he says, “You said Alex had to do with this. What did you mean?”

“I only wanted to try that so I could be sure,” you explain, eyes glued to his, “I know that's kind of shitty, but I was still confused about it. I wanted to see if I felt attracted to him in the same way I’m attracted to you...Obviously, I’m not.”

David still seems confused, stating, “So, you didn't actually want a threesome with Alex?”

“No, baby,” you reply, “Not at all. Why do you think I said I don't even remember fucking him? I was focused on you. It answered my question. You're the only one I want.”

“I love you,” he simply responds, eyes almost pouty, “Oh, gosh, babe. You’re my girlfriend.”

“You’re my boyfriend.” David kisses you, index finger and thumb holding your chin, repeating to you happily, “I’m your boyfriend.”

“Oh shit,” he exclaims, abruptly changing the subject and pulling you closer as his eyebrows fly up, “Baby! I can make love to you, now.”

You giggle slightly, “You haven't been?”

“No,” he tells you, stifling a laugh, “Not at all. It's just different.”

You ask him how, your hands delicately framing his face, unable to stop your staring at him. He's yours, and you're his. He speaks, elaborating, “I mean, I’ve never done it before, but...I know how it should go.”

“How should it go?” You ask, David moving your hand to his mouth, kissing your fingertips before lacing your fingers together.

“I’m not telling,” he replies, “I’m not gonna ruin it.”

“How do you know?”

He flashes his smile, still grasping your hand, palms slightly clammy, “You know...movies.”

“Yeah?” You question, wanting to know more, “Show me.”

Dave pauses, eyes glancing at your lips before making his eye contact, “Like, right now?”

You nod, untangling your hands to pull his face closer, eyes still on his before you lean in to kiss him. His hands slide under the covers to come to your hips, both index fingers hooking into the hem of your underwear, tugging them up slightly. He doesn't remove them, yet, breathing heavily before he pulls away.

“Not tonight,” David swears, changing his mind and sighing softly, “Later.”

“What? Why?” You give him your most subtle puppy dog eyes, kissing him softly once more.

“‘Cause I’m super tired, and have been crying for a while, and I don't wanna half-ass it,” he explains, voice almost in a whisper, “Don’t look at me like that. It almost works.”

You giggle before he kisses you again, slowly, noticing you wince slightly as he grabs at your hips. He pulls away, peeling the covers back and taking a look. There’s deep blue lines on your hips, around your waist, and nearly-whole handprints embedded into your ass and tits.

David runs his fingers over them as lightly as he can, scoffing, “Jesus. I really got you this time, huh?”

You nod, meeting his eyes, before he continues: “You like them?”

“Yeah,” you tell him, feeling his fingertips push in slightly at the bruises on your ass as he waits for your reaction. You wince, hissing quietly, “I like being yours.”

“Good,” he replies immediately, not thinking twice, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you repeat back to him, “I wanna mark you up, now, too. Let me?”

“Baby, you already fucked up my back,” David sits up, turning his back towards you as evidence of his marred skin.

He lies back down next to you, arm coming around your waist, “But, by all means, go ahead. I’m not against it.”

Over the next twenty minutes, you do, leaving sporadic, deep purple hickeys across his chest. He speaks, “Fuck, these hurt.”

“Good,” you mimic him from moments earlier, “Dave...it feels so good to not have to say-”

“As friends?” he asks, cutting you off, “I know, right? I feel like I was psyching myself out and lying to myself.”

“Why?”

“'Cause,” he pauses, lingering on his words as he figures out how to phrase it, “I just, like, never thought you'd be into me this way, ‘cause I’m not really your type, so I shut it out completely. I didn't wanna get a crush on you and break my own heart.”

“So, like,” he continues, mood changing quickly as his eyes well up with tears, “Um, please don't break my heart. You don't know how scary this is for me.”

“Baby,” you say, wiping at his tears as he sniffles, “I know. I won't.”

“Yeah, but,” he cries gently, “I’ve never done this before, and I want it so bad. I mean, we’ve been best friends for so long...don't you think we should be, like, endgame? Wouldn't that just make sense?”

You pause, taken off guard he's already thought about it, but nod, “Yes. I want that, too.”

He nods to himself, almost a self-affirmation as he still cries, “Okay. Just...I know myself, and I know…” he trails, seemingly hesitant, “I know you're gonna be all I think about and my everything. And you’re still my best friend, and I don't want to fuck anything up with you at all or-”

“David-”

“Y/N, I’m serious. Once I’m in it, I’m in. Please don't break my heart.”

You wipe his tears and kiss his cheek, embracing him lovingly, “I won't, baby. I don't want to ever do that. My heart is with you, always - you know that, right?”

He nods again, arms squeezing you tightly, repeating to you: “My heart is with you, always. I love you so much.”

[dirtydobrik]

getaway - d.d.

plot: you’ve been secretly dating david for a couple months, keeping your relationship a secret from everyone including your friends, and one day you go on a “business trip”/beach vacation to spend time together and a fan sees you out together and shares pictures, essentially outing your relationship

requested: yes, by anon! Reader going on a business trip and being in a secret relationship with david and its like that episode of friends were monica and chandler are hiding their relationship and they go on a “business” trip but its only to spend time together and thats how their friends find out theyre dating.. if that makes sense :) lol

author’s note: hi! i’ve been writing a lot of sad/angst fics lately so here’s another fluff piece. this was requested anonymously so hopefully it was something similar to what you wanted. if you want to send in a request for an imagine, send me a message! (i have been so behind on requests lately but i am trying to get caught up, so i’m trying to post 1-2 times a day so people don’t have to wait ages for me to write their requests) 

this picture just radiates boyfriend vibes i’m in love

word count: 1695

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"Babe, can we please go on a vacation," you begged. You were tired of being cooped up in LA, hidden from the world. You had to sneak over to David's late at night just to spend time with him since none of your friends knew you were together yet.

"How are we supposed to get away from our friends from an entire week?" he questioned, and you sighed. The idea seemed impossible.

"What about just a couple days?"

"I'll see what I can do," David answered and you grinned. You two were in desperate need of some serious alone time. The hardest part of planning this trip would be figuring out how to hide it from your friends.

A few days later David dropped two planes into your lap while you were sitting on the couch in his living room and your eyes widened. They were for a trip to North Carolina from Tuesday to Friday.

"A beach vacation?" you asked, a huge smile on your face. David nodded, and you gave him a hug.

"I'm going to tell everyone that I need to go to New York to go over some things with my publicist and you can say you have to go on a business trip for work. I think that should work."

"It's a perfect plan," you agreed, mentally reminding yourself to take the days off from work.

Tuesday afternoon, you were on your way to the airport. Natalie was dropping you both off, and although she knew you two had something going on, she didn’t think anything of it. You went checked in and went through security, settling into a seat and waiting for your flight. David had a baseball cap on and his hood up so people wouldn’t recognize him.

Seven hours after boarding, you touched down in North Carolina. You got to your AirBnB, a small house right on the water and you couldn’t stop smiling.

"I can’t believe we're here!" you exclaimed gleefully. You were bouncing off the walls with excitement to just have time to enjoy being David.

Wednesday morning you woke up next to David, and he begged you to not get up yet. You rolled over, draping your arm over his chest and leaning up to kiss him.

"Good morning," you grinned, still not over the fact that you were on vacation and alone for the first time since you started dating two months ago.

"Hi, baby," he smiled, kissing your forehead. "What do you want to do today?"

"Anything, everything," you sighed, running your fingers through his hair. You were just excited to spend uninterrupted time with your boyfriend.

"How does breakfast sound?"

After finally getting out of bed and getting ready for the day, you were walking hand in hand to a small café down the street from where you were staying. You sat at a table outside and you thanked god that Carly and Erin had gotten David hooked on coffee since you both needed some type of caffeine. You snapped a photo of him with his coffee, having to stop yourself from posting it.

You were almost in the clear during your outing, until David was recognized while paying the bill.

"Oh my God! You're David Dobrik!" a voice shrieked form inside the café. "Can I get a picture? I'm a huge fan," she asked, and when David agreed, you feared your cover would be blown. You pushed your hat down to cover most of your face and looked down in case she knew who you were too.

"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, giving David a hug before leaving.

Once the girl was far enough away, David came back outside and sat down with you.

"That was close," he sighed.

"Maybe it's a sign that we shouldn't leave the house," you giggled. "No one will find us if we hide out."

You two decided to lay out on the beach, leaving your phones inside, which turned out to be a bad idea. When you went back inside a couple hours later, your phones were blowing up.

"Shit," David muttered, scrolling through his texts. He had gotten sent pictures of you and him walking together and some of you at the café.

"Babe, this is not good," you groaned. You felt like this was your fault. You had just wanted a few days alone with him and now everyone knew you were on vacation together. You both didn’t want to face your friends, having no clue how they would react, and judging by the texts in the group chat, they weren't too pleased.

David was pacing around the kitchen as he talked on the phone with his publicist asking what, if anything, he should do. Your phone continued to ring but you didn't want to answer.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, when David rejoined you in the living room.

"Hey, no. This is not your fault, babe."

"I wanted to go on a getaway, so yes, it is."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. This easily could've happened in LA," he tried to reassure you.

"But people would expect to see us in LA, since that's where we live. The two of us being alone in North Carolina is unexpected and people are going to make a big deal about it and it's my fault," you rambled, David interrupting you by kissing you.

"Look, I love you, and yeah, it's partly your fault, but that doesn't matter. People know we're dating, how it happened doesn’t matter. We need to figure out what to do next."

"Okay, so what do you want to do?" you asked, looking him in the eye. This was a decision for David to make, since he was the one in the public eye.

"I think the only right thing to do is tell people that we're dating. Our friends are already pissed that we hid it from them for two months, we might as well just announce it to everyone," he shrugged, and you nodded in agreement.

David shared an post introducing you as his girlfriend across all of his social media platforms, and you didn’t feel anxious like you thought you would've.

"Sorry we had to announce it so soon," he frowned, feeling bad that you were now going to be the focus of most of his interviews and that you were going to be publicly thrown into the public eye.

"It's okay, Dave. I'm more worried for how our friends will react when we go home, though," you admitted, breaking eye contact and looking down.  

"They already know and love you, so there's nothing to worry about, I promise."

You felt David's arms pull you into a tight hug and you let out a long exhale, relieved that he had handled the situation with such grace and ease.

For the rest of the trip, you were able to go out and about, not having to worry about hiding from fans that you might run into. But you were still dreading going back to LA and talking to your friends.

You had texted a few of the girls, giving them all of the details they were begging for, and none of them seemed upset that you didn't tell them ahead of time. They understood the difficulties of dating within the friend group and wanting privacy, although most people tried to keep their relationships a secret from David so he wouldn't exploit them on the vlog.  

You and David landed in LA on Friday night with Natalie there to pick you up.

"I should've known something was up when you didn't bring Jason or me with you on your fake trip to New York," Natalie laughed when David opened the door to the passenger seat and slid in.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you and Jason didn't question it. Like I knew no one else would've, but I expected questions from you and Jase," David chuckled.

"Jason said he's known about you two for a month, or at least that's what he's telling everyone."

You racked your brain trying to think of how or when Jason could've found out, but couldn’t think of anything.

Back at David's, your friends were awaiting your arrival, with a list of questions they wanted answers to, starting with why you would pick David when you could've gone for literally any other guy in the entire world.

"I knew something was up when you two had to go to New York together on the same day for the exact same length of time," Carly insisted.

"I knew something was going on when no one else got an invite to New York, not even Jeff, and he's from there," Zane added.

"I knew something was up when David wanted to record the podcast on Monday night when usually he'd have me come out if he had to travel to record the podcast," Jason said.

“Yeah, I knew something was wrong when neither of you posted about going to or being in New York,” Erin piped in.

"Okay, okay, we get it. You all knew about us before we told you," David muttered, rolling his eyes. They had all come up with theories after they saw the pictures since no one said anything or suspected anything until the pictures were leaked.

“We’re happy for you guys,” Erin smiled, everyone else agreeing.

“Thank you,” you replied, giving her a hug.

The rest of the night was spent sitting on the couch with you finally being able to cuddle and be close to David without people asking any questions about it. It was such a relief to have your relationship accepted by your friends. It wasn’t that ever doubted them, you were just nervous telling anyone that you were dating him since you weren’t a YouTuber and didn’t want to take anything away from David and his future.  

And while this wasn’t the way you had planned to tell everyone you were together, it didn’t matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was the fact that you two were confident enough in your relationship to tell the world, even if it had come a lot sooner than you anticipated.

[munsonstyles]

Bts from Dave and y/n wedding day!! can be from other vs members or Dave & yn themselves :) (and David's disposables? idk :))

okay so i didn’t do many of the “pretty” insta stories for this one, because i wanted it to seem real !! like how the vs would actually post about david on his wedding day !! i hope u love it because now i’m sad bc i wanna marry this boy so bad 🥺

you’re marrying david: instagram story concepts —

[daddy-d0brik]

hey there

long time vlogsquad fan long time fanfic writer new vlog squad writer

recently decided to change my old YouTube blog into a vlogsquad blog so I can write imagines 

anyway I'm taking requests! I'll write for: -david dobrik -matt king -zane hijazi -jeff wittek -toddy smith  -jason nash -corinna kopf -natalie mariduena (no datalie pls lmao) -carly incontro -ilya federovich 

also.... -danny gonzales -kurtis conner -drew gooden