#Dave york fanfic
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dirty laundry ŕź dave york one shot (18+)
-> pairing: dark dave york x female reader
-> word count: 2.8k
-> summary: itâs a hot august week at the yorkâs lake house, which also happens to be the week you and your husband got married one year ago. your father in law â dave york â finds you changing in the laundry room and decides to give you a celebration of his own.
-> warnings/tags: father-in-law dave york, infidelity, dubcon, NON-CON, age gap (reader is 21, dave is nearing 50), SMUT 18+, heavy degradation(whore, slut, bitch), humiliation, dumbification, unprotected piv, sir kink, rough face-fucking, forced creampie, talk of pregnancy, reader is under the impression that she endures forced impregnation, hair pulling, slapping, spanking, semi naive reader, dave is not a cutesy nice man in this.. he honestly has no concern for readers feelings or pleasure. so please, if themes like dubious consent + non-con + blatant cheating are not ur forte, protect ur peace and scroll away!!
-> a/n: okay okay hiiiii. when i decided to participate in @hellishjoel âs #hotdilfsummerchallenge, i had a few ideas in mind. one happened to be this! but i felt more comfortable writing for joel and was confident in what i had planned. basically, this is opposite of that. no fluff or happy ending.. or even happy anything. so i wanted to share! thanks again kylee for letting me participate <3 and thank you to my beloved dearest @sweetpascal for aiding me yet again, i love u đ¤
let me know your thoughts!
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A huge part of growth, means acknowledging your mistakes.
When you failed your first semester of college, you knew it was from lack of trying and partying six days a week. So, you studied more and partied four days a week instead. When you slammed your brand new Mercedes into a flag pole, you knew it was from scrolling on Instagram which caused you to push accelerate rather than stop. So, you never went on your phone while driving again.
When you fell in love your sophomore year and decided to get married at twenty, you knew it was because you needed the well-off grad school bachelor, Daniel York. So, inadvertently, you settled. Now, a year later, you're sobbing in his familyâs lake house bathroom because he somehow forgot that tonight was the eve of your wedding anniversary.
You feel like a complete and utter idiot. And for once in your life, you just might be. Staring at your reflection, you examine your appearance. You look effortlessly amazing today, after spending the day out on the boat. Hair, body and face all faintly sun-kissed. Your skin freshly shaved, legs and arms lathered in your favorite oil.
This was your final attempt to see if Daniel would stare at you with the same look of admiration he had so long ago. Your first attempt to ask him about starting your own family. Tonight was the night, and you were determined.
Briefly peeking out of the guest bathroom and down the hall, you decide you can rush into the laundry room only a few doors down. Everyone should seemly be downstairs, finishing up a game of Monopoly. You had the pleasure of winning two games in a row, pissing of the frightfully competitive York family. Thatâs when you decided to call it a night and head up to get ready for bed â bidding everyone a goodbye as you kissed your husband atop his head.
Wrapping your robe securely around your waist, you make your way towards the closed door and enter just as the dryer sings the most obnoxious 45 second tune that confirms the load is finished. Rich people shit, you mutter to yourself. Grabbing your bikini and sundress to hang up first, then laying out a sheer white silk sleeping dress with baby blue lace trim.
Looking back at the closed door, you conclude you should be fine to just throw it on before laying yourself out on your shared bed. Ready for your husband to see you so open and willing to be used by him. As your robe falls to your feet, a slight creek fills the silent space.
Whipping your head back and grabbing the nearest towel to cover yourself, you're met with an alluring glare from your husbands own dad. Your father-in-law, Dave York.
"Dave wha- what are you doing?" You question with a panic laced tone. Completely thrown off by the way he's leaning against the now locked door, hands in his wrinkle-free perfectly fitted black work slacks. His lack of response is louder than the faint trickle from the utility sink your bare-ass is pressed against.
Dave saunters over to you, his pristinely polished shoes clinking heavily with every step despite the minimal weight he's using. It's a commanding presence, shows how he doesn't have to storm over to establish authority. His handsome body towers over you and the faint hairs on your spine rapidly rise at the feeling of his warmth nearing your own naked body. Aside from the small washcloth that covers your crotch and arm across your heavy tits.
His veiny calloused wedding ring-wearing hand reaches next to you, finding the lace on your nightgown satisfyingly soft.
"Look at this, angel. Did you plan on wearing it for my inconsiderate son?" He remarks, looking into your wide eyes as his fingers continue to twist and feel at a piece of clothing that is filling you with an overbearing amount of embarrassment.
"I d- you weren't supposed to see that." The nervous confession brings a crooked grin to Dave's face.
"It's real pretty, just like you. Sexy even.... but I wouldn't waste my time putting something like this on for Daniel." Shaking his head at your frazzled state and utilizing that dismissive tone he does so well.
"W-why?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance at your innocent unknowing voice, Dave reaches a hand to slowly move your arm that's covering your plush chest. "Because, he left 10 minutes ago. Waved bye to me as I pulled into the driveway."
Now you're really fucking confused. Your husband never goes off without texting you to let you know, and why would he leave you alone at his parents home? Especially on the night prior to your anniversary.
"I don't understand. Did he tell you where he was going?" You probe at him, not processing the way his rough fingertips are skimming over your navel, up across your chest. Suddenly, you yelp as he pinches your pebbled nipple and grips under your adjacent perky breast. Your hand quickly grabs at his wrist, but he slaps it away â holding it at your waist.
"You really have nothing going on in that head of yours, huh? Just floating around being the perfect little wife for my son, is that right? Too stupid and blind to see that your husband cheats on you every living moment and only married you because you're nothing more than a sweet voice whoâs gentle on the eyes." His painful out-of-pocket words paired with the twisting of your nipples has heavy tears brimming at your lashes. "Kind of him to make sure you're gentle on his old mans eyes too.... we always did share a type."
"Fuck you," you spit at him. You've never dared be rude to Dave, or anyone for that matter. But his condescending temper, sudden violations to your privacy paired with the already upsetting feelings you've been enduring today was a breaking point. As you rip your hand from his grasp prepared to rush out of the room, he grabs your throat in a vice grip. Landing a brutal smack on your cheek that causes your head to turn from the impact, just for him to use that same hand to yank your hair back to a straight position. Body now pressed against your own â you feel the washcloth protecting your femininity drop at your bare feet in terror.
"Hmm. Never heard you cuss before, sweetheart. Thought I taught my son to train his wife better than that."
A heavy tear streams down your now red swollen cheek, as you take in the hurtful message your father in law is clarifying. You're nothing but a piece of fuck meat, a trophy wife. But clearly not honored enough for your husband to use you. Humiliatingly, the way Dave's clothed body is up against your own, has your exposed cunt throbbing and leaking down your legs for him. You were good enough for Dave York, and that was an honor within itself.
"'M sorry," you murmur at the feel of his covered thigh spreading your leg and nudging into your soaked pussy.
Dave chuckles at your nearly cock drunk state, "haven't even touched you and your leaking on my dress pants. No wonder he keeps you around, you're just a perfect little slut willing to please."
"Y- yeaah," you sigh lightly humping his thigh, even though Dave didn't even ask a question. Something within you just wanted him to understand your body was his to use, despite both your sacred dedications to other partners. People so close to you. His son, your husband. Your mother-in-law, his wife.
He swiftly moves his thigh from between your legs, pinching your cheeks so they're puckered willing you to look at him with those glossed over doe-eyes he fucking leaks over. "Use that head and address me properly."
Your head swarms for a second, worried of his reaction to an incorrect title. Testing the waters, you whine, "yes, sir." The words muffled by the tight hold he has on your face.
With a sinister grin on his face, Dave pushes you down on the solid tile â hand still threaded through your hair to ensure your head movement is in his control.
"Look at that, your brain does work. Let's see about that mouth."
Yanking the zipper down, he pulls his semi-hard cock out and slaps it on your cheek, precum smearing slightly. As you eye his cock, you come to the realization that he's slightly bigger than his son at half mast, and you're gonna have to calm yourself to handle a monster like that.
"Are you gonna show me how good you take a cock down your throat? With those dick-sucking porn worthy lips?" Dave peers down at you. He has started to jerk himself to full length, his thumbs barely touching around his width.
"Yes, sir. I am."
The way your eyelids flutter up at him, so docile and unaware of just how vicious Dave intends to be on your needy body. It unlocks that fundamental primal male urge that he normally suppresses during sex.
"Open your mouth, bitch." As your tongue lolls out of your mouth obediently, a dribble of spit going down your chin to your neck to your tits gleams in the soft light. Dave grins as he stuffs two fingers in your mouth, touching at your sensitive uvula. You instantly attempt suppressing your rare gag reflex, body unprepared for his actions. "Nice job, knew you were meant to have your mouth filled."
Dave rips his fingers from you and smears the thick string of saliva across your face â slapping you across the face, rather gentle than before. As he grabs his cock and lines it up with your mouth, you inhale deeply. Seemly more aware of how Dave likes to be. Callous, straight-forward and dominant.
Before you can suck him into your mouth, Dave spits right on his cock â some of it landing on your moisturized lips â just to slam himself down your throat. Your eyes spring open looking up at him, polished hands gripping at his slack-covered thighs. You feel your left over slick on his right pant leg. The taste of his long day is heavy on your tongue as his balls nuzzle at your chin. You're overwhelmed with his scent. The hair at the base of his cock tickles your nose, stud piercing almost getting caught.
"Riiiight there, that's fucking it. What a real fucking whore."
Dave lets his head fall backwards, eyes on the ceiling as he feels you sputter around him, your spit dripping heavily down his balls and onto the tile between his legs. He's unsure on how long he looks upwards, until he feels the digging of your fingertips into him. When he looks down, your eyes are bulging â about to roll into the back of your skull. So he pulls off of you.
Your belligerent cough is almost too loud for comfort, so Dave jerks his cock and plops his full balls into your mouth. And like the eager girl you are, you suck them into your mouth. Licking at the seam between them, letting them bounce off of your tongue. You lick downwards, tonguing at his delicate perineum. That small but dirty act makes him groan loudly. Loud enough for someone on the second floor to hear.
Realizing he's getting too comfortable, he goes back to filling your mouth. Alternating between shallow fucking of the throat and just letting it bulge inside. His big hands wrapping around your neck to jerk himself through the thin hump of protruding skin.
When he hears the shrewd screech of his name from the mouth of his wife downstairs, he pulls out swiftly and yanks you up, hoisting your leg onto the counter. Prodding his cock head at your now unbelievably soaked entrance.
Your mind is hazy and disorientated concerning what's about to happen. You feel like you've barely had any time to process the fact that your father in law is treating you like a common street whore. So, when he pushes into you, a wailing shriek escapes you.
Dave slaps his heavy hand around your mouth from behind, pushing in balls deep but not before releasing a moan of his own.
"Better shut that mouth before I stuff something in there... good god. How is that cunt so damn tight? You're snug around me, guess you're not a slut after all. Tight pussy but loose throat, just how I like it."
Dave proceeds with his relentless thrusts into your aching cunt. You don't remember the last time you were filled so thoroughly. It makes you forget how fucked up this situation truthfully is.
As Dave's cock is slamming into your cervix over and over, you feel your lower stomach tightening. He feels it too. Dave has been holding in his orgasm since you first fell to your knees and gave him those fuck toy eyes. So before you can cum all over him, he grabs you by the neck from the front and puts your ear right by his mouth so he can relay his special message.
"My son told me you've been begging him for a baby... how sweet. You just wanna be a mama, huh? Or maybe, you think having one will fix your relationship. Just reminds me how stupid you are. If a kid could save a marriage, my wife and I would've been happy ever since she pushed that little shit out. But, I'm gonna make it even better for you, sweetheart...."
Dave pushes to the hilt as you cum around him, whimpering behind his hand. Eager to hear his words, simultaneously terrified.
"Gonna cum inside and get you pregnant myself."
You scream into his hand, trying to push him away from you, trying to get yourself away from his spearing cock. All your effort does is push him in deeper, your body going lax at how stuffed you are.
"Don't fight me, angel. Just take it..." You feel his warm cum spilling into you, your body quivering. "Good... so good. I already feel your body sucking up my cum.. eager for it. Eager to be round with your father in law's baby. What will it call me? Grand-dad?" He snickers into your ear as he releases your body. You just lay there, half your limp limbs hanging off the counter.
Dave watches his thick white liquid drip out of you, and down your inner thighs. He pats your ass and tucks himself back into his slacks.
"Don't worry too much. Daniel looks just like me, he'll never find out his kid is actually his half-sibling. That is unless you tell him. You want him to find out you were on your knees being a slut for his, daddy?" Dave questions you. You don't speak a word. Just staring at the piped detailing on the cupboard that holds all the scented detergents.
"Just go, please. So I can clean myself up." Those few begging words take the reminanets of your little energy.
Dave grabs your now wrinkly nightgown and robe, pulling you off the counter so you're forced to stand in front of him. Body spent, his finger prints have left slight indents on various parts of you that you're positive will bruise in the days to come. You realize now, there's no way your husband can see you uncovered for weeks.
"You're gonna put this slutty outfit on and walk your ass into his room, with my cum dripping down your legs. He's been waiting for you, sweetheart."
Your jaw drops at his demand. Disgusted yet your cunt clenches at the filth of it all.
"I thought you said he left?"
Dave just smiles at you like you're a mindless child. You almost fall to the floor in despair at the discovery of what a lying sick bastard Dave has revealed himself to be. You don't know what to do. You've caught yourself up in this twisted game and as of now, there's no way out.
So, you throw the soft lace over your head and run your fingers through your hair attempting to fix your appearance. As you unlock the door, Dave places a gentle hand on your waist and kisses the top of your head. You hear him inhale your scent before he pushes you out of the door and watches you meander to his son's room, a slight limp in your legs.
You look at him, distain on your face as you open the door to find your husband scrolling on his phone. With an arrogant look spread across his face â "Where have you been?"
Dave hears the click of the door lock setting in place. As he walks towards the stairwell, he can't help but laugh at the memory of his vasectomy he received many years ago.
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Little Red Bows
A Dave York Fan Fic
Merry Christmas everyone
Time for some festivities from our favourite stabby murder daddy, David Christopher York. Oooh & itâs rather delicious. Sorry shouldnât hype it up but Iâve enjoyed writing & editing this one. Daves still number 1 for me.
Synopsis:- Dave admires your special wrapping skills so much so that he canât wait to open his own Christmas gift.
Word Count:-3100
Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Sex, lost of sex, including oral & anal, good play, innuendo, alcohol, swearing, chocking, teasing. Basically if youâve read any of my Dave fics before you know whatâs coming. Also the use of the word Daddy (I know itâs a trigger for some of you). The reader is Daves wife & the kids mum but you are not Carol (unless you want to be)
Thank yous lol so much for reading. Have an amazing festive period.
âNight night mollyâ he said as he kissed her head. Slowly leaving her bedroom, making sure the night light is glowing purple stars for her. He Silently closes the door. Not even a click. Being an assassin heâs good at that. Can get in & out without a sound. Sheâs fast asleep not even knowing sheâs nodded off. Alice fell asleep much earlier.
Dave makes his way back down stairs & into the kitchen getting some ice from the freezer for his whiskey. As the top come off the bottle her hears you humming. Youâre sat on the floor of the little snug area just down from the kitchen, headphones in, crafting away. Dave looks up to see you looking all cute eating a chocolate oranage wrapping up gifts. He gets another glass & pours you a whisky too before he slowly comes to join you. Even with your headphones on you can work out where heâs coming from. You take out the left ear pod & smirk.
âBoth asleep?â
âSnug as a bug babyâ he says as he leans down & hands you your glass. He goes to move but you grab his shirt. âForget something did i?â He asks.
âYou know itâ your eyes widen & soon your lips meet deeply. It doesnât matter how many times youâve kissed Dave it still feels so good. Heâs always desperate for your touch & you are just desperate to be seen by him. He slips his tongue in for a few hungry seconds before pulling back & sighing. He sits on the sofa behind you putting his drink on the table & looks at the scene in front of him.
âHow many more gifts to goâ he says. In front of you are gift tags, stars, snowflakes, tape ribbons, bows, brown paper, wrapping paper, glitter paper, & lots of different colour pens.
âTonight & tomorrow morning & we should be done except for whatever youâve got me Dave but I canât exactly wrap that upâ you say. He rubs your shoulders.
âYou do such a good job babyâ
âI mean you said I didnât have to go all out but itâs nice, I get some me time, I get to craft & create & itâs funâ
âYes & then they get the gift & take off all the hard work you have doneâ
âYou gonna have to open your gifts so slowly now on Christmas Day Daveâ you point a gel pen at him as you write the next label.
âTrue but just look at thisâŚâ he hold up a ribbon youâve curled with tape & attached to a bow. â⌠I mean yes I have a specific set of skills but this is beautiful.â You laugh âno seriously, these little bows, those ribbon curls, the personalised gift tags, itâs astonishingâ
âItâs really not that hard Daveâ you smile but are also secretly so proud. It takes a lot to impress Dave & heâs heaping praise on you. Or maybe he just wants his dick sucked. Or both. Probably both. âI could teach youâ his hands roam over your shoulders. Yea he wants his dick sucked.
âReally,â he rests his head on your shoulder. âShow me baby.â He kisses your neck & you let out a tiny moan & sigh. You get out the ribbon & the scissors & show him how to curl it. Not that heâs looking at it & not that you care. Heâs looking at the at the way your lips move as you speak, how your eyes light up with passion, how that mole on your chin is the most perfect beauty mark that people would pay thousands for & yet youâve had it since birth.
â& then you cut their throatâ you say bluntly. Dave shake his head in shock.
âWHAT!?â You giggle.
âI knew you werenât listening Daveâ
âDid you nowâ he grabs the scissors out of your hand. âYou know I could kill you in 13 different ways with these scissorsâ
âBut youâd never be able to make a pretty bowâ you smirk as he pulls you into his lap. Heâs hard, heâs very hard. You gulp down a few swigs of your whisky. You place your glass next to his as his hands roam your body.
âI think Iâd have other pressing issues instead of bows & glitterâ he says. His hands on the outside of your trousers rubbing the material so that it rubs against your clit.
âDave stopâ you moan but enjoying every second.âor at least promise youâll help me tidy up a little for in the morning after this.âyour own hand goes on auto pilot undoing his belt after you turned to face him. The zipper sound louder than the music in your remaining ear pod.
âYou got it babyâ he sits back on the sofa & man scapes. heâs got thick thighs but an even thicker dick that he just flops out of his boxers as you tie your hair up & gulp some of his whiskey down.âhey thatâsâŚâ but your lips meet his to shut him up. Passionate doesnât cover the ferocity of the kiss.
âYours baby, just like me Dave, Iâm all yoursâ you trails your hands down his body eventually get to his penis. Leaking precum, erect & ready for pleasure. âHello big boyâ you moan before licking across the top of it, before looking up at Dave & spitting on his shaft. He loves it when you do that. He always tense up when you do it.
âSo good to me sweetheartâ his hand runs around a your face & he smirk & nods. He watches down as you engulf him. Bobbing. Taking him into your mouth, slowly. Gagging for his enjoyment. âThatâs my girlâ he thrusts into you & he grabs where youâve tied your hair up. âYou look all sweet but damn you love getting a facialâ he keeps your head in place watching your eyes stream as he fucks your mouth. âGod I love it when you gag, so fucking hotâ he whines. You can see when you look into his eyes, he loves eye contact, heâs intense at everything, that heâs already approaching his peak. His eyes so dilated. The hand not holding your head gripping to the arm of the sofa for dear life. âFuck sweetheart, fuck fuck fuck I⌠oooh fuckâ hot ropes of cum spill down your throat & your mouth. He quickly lets go of your head & pulls his cock back. Splatters land on your face.âoooh fuck babyâ he finishes to make sure your face glistens. He then looks at you, hands in your lap looking up at him pleadingly to mop up your face. Heâs still breathless as he looks at you, trying to calm down.
âDaveâ
âHmmmâ he then smile coming back to reality. âKiss first then clean up & then Iâll look after youâ
Christmas Eve has now rolled around. You spent the day with the girls baking cakes, cookies & getting some prep done for tomorrowâs Christmas dinner. Dave went & delivered a few gifts & apparently went to get your Christmas present, but youâve worked it out already. Heâs good at secrets on a life & death situation but not when it comes to the surprise 10 day trip to Jamaica he has for you. Also you notice he asked for your passport & a few other travel items. You just donât know when heâs booked it for.
After Dinner you Dave & the girls sit on the sofa & watch the muppet Christmas Carol as a family, the girls have hot chocolate & marshmallows in them & a big bowl of popcorn. You have an espresso martini & Dave as always has a whiskey. You sit there & laugh & cry & sing along to the film. This is all you really want for Christmas. Gifts & food & excess is nice but just to have a little time where the 4 of you can just be you. For a brief moment in time your just the Yorks. No worrying about if Dave will walk back through the door after a mission, or if you or the girls will be used as bait. Itâs just you sitting here doing what all other normal families do this evening. Once the muppets are done you give the girls each their stockings to hang on the fire place. You would usually light the fire but tonight you didnât.
âWe donât want it to be too hot for Santa when he comes down it do weâ you say to the girls.
âOooh noâ says Alice. âHis beard might melt offâ you & Dave both laugh.
âSo when you wake up in the morning girls your stockings will be filled, with all of little Santa gift.â He says as he ties them up. âNow what do you want to leave out for Santa to drink.â
âMilkâ says Molly. Dave sighs.
âBut everyone will give Santa milk, maybe heâd like something elseâ
âChocolate milkâ you laugh at that reply Dave trying not to roll his eyes.
âItâs still milk though, why donât we leave Santa some alcoholâ he says âgive him a needed boost cos all the milk he will have drank will make him sleepyâ
âThatâs not what the books sayâ says Molly. Dave has tried so hard to convince them but neither girls are buying into it.
âI tell you what girlsâ you say. âWhy donât we leave an empty glass for Santa with a bottle of whiskey next to it & a carton of milk when me & daddy go to bedâ Dave raises his eyebrow, not at your suggestion but at the word daddy. He likes it when you moan it just before you cum. â& he can pick what he wants to drink. That way next year you will know what he likes so you can leave the right one outâ
âBut what if he wants bothâ even you sigh.
âWell he can have bothâ you say & the girls run off to the kitchen to get the milk & cookies & carrots they sorted out earlier. You look at Dave as he puts the whiskey down & an empty glass. âI tried babyâ
âThatâs not what you didâ he pauses then wink âdaddy appreciates itâ
With the girls supposedly asleep you & Dave do some sorting out for tomorrow. The table is laid, the gifts are under the tree & everything is prepped to make Christmas lunch easy. All thatâs left to do is for Dave to do his Santa bit & fill up the stocking.
âIâll go get ready for bed Daveâ you say before he heads off to the shed to get the Santa gifts. Easier place for you to both hide all the gifts. The girls will never think in there. As Dave heads to get them you quickly head into the lounge to hide something for him to enjoy.
Dave loves doing this. Heâs a serious professional man until it comes to a little bit of festive fun. Leaving some fake shoe marks in the hall way. Eating a cookie. Snapping off parts of the carrots, including dropping an end next to the fire place. He then pours himself a shot of whiskey & downs it, but as he goes to put the drink back down he notices something that the girls didnât put down. A little red bow. One you had made. He lifts it up with a smile & sees thereâs a post it underneath. Your beautiful hand writing make him smile.
Come unwrap your present daddy!
He has never triple checked the house is locked so quickly in his life, he almost forgot to turn the kitchen light off. Heâs also trying to be quiet so the girls donât wake up & the Christmas magic is lost. But itâs not long before he is opening the bedroom door. His jaw hitting the floor instantly.
You are lying face down. Hair in a braid going over your left shoulder. Wearing nothing. A sparkling red bow & some mistletoe stuck on top of your bum. Thereâs a gift tag tied to your foot. Dave drops to his knees. His mouth instantly sucking the toes on the foot with the gift tag. You moan & then you hear him breathily read out loud, once he has stopped sucking.
âYour gift needs a good stuffing Daddyâ he says in his bedroom voice. âOooh sweetheart fuck sweetheartâ youâve not turned your head but you can hear the clothes hit the floor. âGonna fuck you so hard you will struggle to stand up to cook Christmas dinnerâ he snarls.
âIs that a promise Daveâ you then hiss as he spanks you hard & your bum lifts up. You then moan as his lips connect. Pulling your cheeks apart & lapping always at both your holes. âFuck Daveâ you can feeling your inner pleasure building up already. His hand moves the bow & mistletoe off you & you then feel his penis drag through the mess he has just made. Your arsehole puckering for him.
âI get the best for Christmasâ he says before thrusting his penis into your arse. All the way. Deep enough that his balls bounce against you. âFuckâ he growls & you bury your head into the bed as you moan. âSo fucking tight. all your holesâ
âThey are all yours tonight Daveâ
âSeriously?â Heâd paused his next thrust upon hearing that. His hands gripping your flesh as you are now on all fours pushing back into him.
âThey always are but as a Christmas treat you can go all night for as long as you wantâ
âYou little cum slutâ he says & smacks your arse again. You rock back & forth in time. You will have marks on your torso tomorrow from him gripping so hard. Heâs thrusting away like he will never have sex again or like he has just gotten out of a mission that could have meant his end & heâs happy to be home to you. âTaking me so wellâ you put a hand on your clit but Dave smacks your arse hard.
âFuckâ
âNo clit touching until I can see it. Want to see how over stimulated you getâ he says.
âThen flip me overâ
Dave doesnât need an excuse. He quickly withdraws & turns you so your face up & he laughs.
âThe fuckâ
You have put a little bow over each nipple & one just above your sex. You giggle impishly back as you suck on a small strawberry candy cane you have.
âLiking your gift so far daddyâ
âYouâre driving me insane.â The bows are pulled off your skin & he plunges his sopping penis deep inside your moist cunt. Your moaning in seconds, especially when he grips you around the neck. âYouâre a naughty girlâ he moans. Sloppy thrusting noises filling the room when the two of you arenât experiencing pleasure.ânaughty & nice, nice sopping pussy, naughty girl for touching her clitâ
âFuck Daveâ you groan.he squeezing your neck more. His eyes alight with desire & list. You quiver taking him all. Clamping constantly around him. Heâs big but tonight he feels bigger.
âgonna fill you up sweetheart, gonna lap up all our cum.â He says before he takes the hand that was around your neck. You gasp for air gives him enough time to take the candy cane you were sucking & for him to suck it as well. Then he strokes the sticky sweet over your clit, rubbing it furiously. Your own eyes close. Pleasure taking over.
âYes Dave yes yes yes, fuckâ
âLike that sweetheartâ he says before he slips the Candy cane into your mouth again. You make sloppy noises on purpose to get him to thrust faster. Itâs rapid his pace, neither of you are going to last much longer. Dave is giving you his best.âlike being so needy for daddyâ
âYes daddy, fuck yes yes yesssâ
âCUM FOR DADDY!â He says loud enough that it could wake up the girls. Neither of you care.
âFuckkkkkkâ you spiral down your first orgasm of the night. Everything contracting. Pleasure beyond compare. A warm & wet sensation thatâs added to with a snarl of your name as Daves seed spill inside your cunt.
âFuckâ he says with a jolt. His eyes rolling in the back of his head. His body dripping in sweat. His pecks flexing from the spasms of his release. Heâs still griping you tight. Panting loudly. You eventually open your eyes to look at your glorious husband, bathed in your own sweaty sticky mess.
âStill just as fucking fabulousâ you say as you sit up once heâs pulled his cock out of you & sit next to him, caressing his face before your tongues do their usual make out dance after sex. His saltiness after sex always tastes good & arouses you further.
âI ainât done yet sweetheartâ you then gasp as the hand that what caressing your breasts finds your sex, the thumb on your clit, two fingers inside you. âI need to clean you up firstâ . His head is between your thighs in seconds as you hold it in place rubbing it for ever more friction as he eats you out.
âOooh fuck Daddy, Dave yesâ
You sit in the lounge as the girls open their stockings on Christmas morning. Dave rubbing your shoulders as you watch the girls open Santas gifts. You both desperately need a shower, certain you both smell of sex.
âDadâ Molly ask âwhat time did Santa get here last nightâ
âWell itâs after everyoneâs asleep including me & mummy whyâ
âWellâ Molly starts âI head something that sounded like it was hitting my wall at 3am, I went down stairs & saw the gifts where there already, but couldnât see a raindeer outsideâ
You blush straight away. Molly had heard you & Dave fucking last night. Dave realised this & then looks at you & puts his hand on you knee.
âCould have been, heâs magic so it could have been his quick get awayâ Molly seems to bye this. Alice hasnât been listening sheâs too busy trying to solve her rubix cube already. Dave move his hand up to your thigh. âTurns out we did bring the Ho ho hoâ he says quietly with a wink & a smirk, before kissing you deeply.
âDad Mum stopâ says Alice.
âSorry darlingâ you say. âBut Christmas brings out the magic in all of usâ you say looking directly at Dave. âChristmas after all is a time for giving & receivingâ
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DAY TWO OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN
prompt: murder plot au (lets kill this person together) + "crawl to me"
pairing: childhood best friend!dave york x f!reader
genre: explicit smut, minors dni
summary: The only good thing about coming back home with your fiance is getting to see Dave York again, your best friend since you were four.
word count: 4.6k
warnings: angst, abusive fiance, verbally abusive family, hurt/comfort, neighbor au, childhood friends to lovers, oral (fem receiving), dacryphilia, blood, you and dave kill your fiance, then crawl to him because why not, soft gun kink, possessive!dave
a/n: this is not edited at all but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway
The only good thing about coming back home is getting to see Dave York.
His family moved in when you were four, and you've been close friends ever since. Both of you moved away at around the same time; he became a CIA operative and got married, while you were still trying to figure yourself out. Your family wasn't supportive of this "self-discovery" stage in your life, which didn't really surprise you. They had never been supportive, always reminding you of your failures.
Then you met Chris, got engaged, and for the first time, your family was happy. Shortly after, you heard about Dave's parents passing away, followed swiftly by the CIA terminating his program. His divorce had been finalized earlier this year. You called him, letting him know that if he needed anything, he should reach out. He assured you he'd be okay, finding other work and moving back into his parents' home.
Ever since you heard he was back, you've been excited.
But now that youâre here, standing at his door, you feel like youâre four again. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, their wings tickling you from the inside out. How long has it been since youâd last seen him? Itâs been too long, for sure.Â
Dave is one of those friends that you could just continue from where you left off no matter how long time had passed. Itâs just like pressing the pause button on a remote. It doesnât require effort to feel close to him again, and youâre glad of it. Dave had been your rock during your teenage years, when youâd been adamant about crying yourself to sleep, he would throw pebbles at your window. It would always surprise you how heâs just known you needed him. It didnât take you much convincing to leave your room and the two of you would venture on into the darkness until morning. Your parents non the wiser.
Those nights were your favorite.Â
Heat licks at your spine, the tips of your ears burning when your mind drifts to a night that smelled of the salty sea. If you think about it hard enough you can still feel the sand caressing your back while Dave pushed deep inside you, his mouth feasting on your neck as the waves tickled your feet.Â
God, youâd give anything to return to that night.Â
Taking in a sharp breath, you finally knock on the door. The sound echoes and soon, you hear steps coming closer and closer, every thud making your heart skip a beat.Â
With the door opening, you feel a gentle rush of cool air caressing your face, a scent that smells so purely of Dave following through. Without noticing you take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the familiar smell. Your eyes flutter shut. In hindsight, thinking about the night you lost your virginity probably wasnât smart. You wonder if it would still feel as good.Â
When you open your eyes, heâs staring at you with an amused smile, eyes twinkling like he knows the precise memory youâre thinking about.Â
âDave!â you exclaim and throw your arms around his broad neck. He's bigger now, taller, and notably more muscular. He hugs your tight and lifts you slightly off the ground, your toes brushing against the patio, biceps flexing against your frame.Â
He squeezes you one last time before loosening his grip, your body slides against his, your tight nipples brushing against the width of his chest. A gasp parts your lips, a gentle tremor to your legs. You purposefully brush your nose into the crook of his neck and take a deep breath in. âGod, I missed you,â you murmur.Â
âIâve missed you too,â his hands remain on your waist, eyes briefly scanning to see if thereâs anyone with you. When he sees thereâs no one, he raises a sole brow. âI thought your fiance came with you?âÂ
Despite yourself, your frown is instant, your stomach clenching painfully, âHe did,â you answer. âHeâs with mom and dad, getting pampered.âÂ
âAh,â he clicks his tongue. âSounds fun. So. . . they like him?âÂ
âSurprisingly yes,â you smile. âI donât think I couldâve brought him here otherwise.âÂ
He hums and pulls himself back, you want to follow his touch but stay rooted in place.Â
âIâm a bit worried if your folks like him so much,â he scratches his chin. âDo you like him?âÂ
The question gets under your skin, festering inside of you like a nasty wound. You look away. âHeâs okay,â you say dismissively and quickly force a smile. â âDo you want to join us for dinner?âÂ
Daveâs question had bothered you more than you thought.Â
Youâve never had anyone burn for you, never had anyone willing to move heaven and earth for you, never had anyone whoâd do anything to see you smile. You never experienced the love youâve read about in books, and after a while, you just stopped looking for it. Women like you donât receive that kind of love; women like you donât get the hero or a prince.
After youâve found Chris, you thought thatâd be as good as itâll get.Â
Honestly, you were quite surprised when he proposed, your relationship was mediocre at best. You blamed yourself for thinking like that. Youâd always been a dreamer. Someone who had their head in the clouds. And since your parents loved him so much, you were inclined to say yes. Not because your parents controlled your every move or something like that, it was just nice for them to finally spare a compliment, even though the said compliment was depending on you finding someone that would typically not spare a glance at someone like youâaccording to them.Â
You head for the kitchen, helping your mother set the table. She says nothing as she shoves four plates into your waiting arms. You drag your feet to the dining room.Â
It shouldnât have surprised you that the things you disliked about Chris only heightened after the engagement. Sarcastic remarks and condescending tones turned into full dismissal of your opinions and talents. Venomous comments that were made behind closed doors became a part of his normal interaction with you among friends and family. No one seemed to care. Only a couple of friends had come to warn you, or offer help, but you felt ashamed, embarrassed to reach out to people who didnât know how mess of a person you wereâhow broken. They didnât know that to a degree, you mightâve deserved the insults.Â
Unlike Dave, talking to Chris wasnât easy. It was a constant mental exercise and took the fun in being with someone. You had to be sharp always, if not, heâd happily remind you how worthless you are in the guise of a joke.Â
Letting out a sigh, you place the last plate down on the table. Chris comes up from behind you, sneaking his arms underneath your own and tugging you to his chest.Â
âWhat are you sulking about?â he asks, the lips that touch your skin making you flinch. â
âYou know itâs hard for me coming back here,â you answer. âI kinda wished youâd hang around instead of hanging out with my dad.âÂ
Much to your relief, Chris pulls away, âI like your dad,â he says. âBesides theyâve been nothing but kind to me so I donât get why you want me to treat them like a beast I need to defeat.âÂ
Your eyes drop to his hands. Heâs flexed his fingers outwards and balled them into fists. The rest of him is calm, relaxed, every part of him except for his hands. Your body goes rigid. You donât know what to say to him. Youâve explained your childhood a million times; a mother who reminded you of every physical flaw, a father who just wasnât around, only showing up during important accomplishments. You understand why Chris likes them so much, the three of them are basically the same.Â
âIâm not telling you to fight with them,â you murmur. âJust wanted some support because theyâre not kind to me.âÂ
âGod, what do you expect?â he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. âThey have a daughter whoâs still trying to âfigure things outâ. Be grateful youâre not my daughter, I'd be furious.âÂ
âItâs not like Iâm taking their money,â your gaze snaps to him, piercing. âNor yours, for that matter. So I can do whatever I want.âÂ
He whistles, lips curling into a nasty grin, âSomeoneâs feeling courageous. I thought you needed my support? Seems like youâre able to defend yourself just fine.âÂ
You hear the blood rush in your ears, your knees shaking with frustration. Itâs always the sameâthat smug look he gets whenever you decide to stand up for yourself.Â
Your lips pressed tight, you turn your head away. Heâs right to a degree though. Youâre feeling surprisingly brave for someone whoâs been silent for monthsâ as if by the night you wonât be climbing into his bed. You have a sense of why that is. Dave always made you want to believe in yourself, unlike the ones closest to you, he made you think you were worth the trouble even though you know you probably arenât.Â
The silence growing between you, Chris closes the distance with a short amount of steps, he hooks two fingers under your chin, and forces your gaze back to him, âNo no, donât go silent now. I like it.âÂ
The tension in the air suffocates you. It tastes like poison on your tongue. Chris draws mockingly soft circles over your skin, taunting you. You donât feel small, not exactly, you just feel powerless, as if heâs ten feet tall. Your teeth bites into the smooth surface of your inner cheek. He leans closer and his breath hits your face. Heâs going to kiss you, youâve enjoyed plenty of those kisses in the past but right now youâre the furthest away from ever wanting him to kiss you.Â
A loud knock intervenes perfectly.Â
But Chris doesnât pull away.Â
âThatâs right, we were expecting company werenât we?â he rolls his tongue. âWho was it again? Your childhood friend?âÂ
âDave,â you breathe out, relief swarming you like soft feathers. Chris is about to pull away so you can go answer the door but before he gets the chance the door opens with a soft click.Â
Both of you turn towards the sound. Dave stands at the threshold holding a bottle of wine, eyes flitting between your and Chris.Â
âHey, there,â Chris chirps, all of his fault behavior disappearing into the air. âYou must be Dave, nice to meet you!â he extends a hand. Dave, is eyes still fixed on you, accepts your fianceâs hand and squeezes it. Tight.Â
âNice to meet you. Chris, was it?âÂ
âRight on,â Chris walks around him and shuts the door. âLetâs head to the dining room, weâre about to eat. Isnât that right?âÂ
It takes you a moment to realize the question is directed at you.Â
âRight,â you murmur, your eyes dropping away from Daveâs. âIâll go check with mom. Be back in a sec.âÂ
Just as youâre about to leave, Daveâs voice stops you, âNeed any help?â the tension that dissolved settles back over your shoulders. You turn slightly, enough to see him. A brief shadow crosses his face, making home in his eyesâyou blink. You find yourself swallowing hard as his gaze causes your throat to contract.
âIâm good thanks. Make yourself comfortable.âÂ
You haven't cried in months. Not when Chris taunted you, not when your mother made unnecessary comments about how you should be. None of it fazed you anymore. Not the same way it did when you were a kid.
So why are your eyes suddenly teared up now, struggling to hold back?
âMom, stop it.âÂ
All eyes turn to you; Chrisâs, your fatherâs and Daveâs. You swallow around the knot lodged in your throat. You mother narrows her eyes, lips a tight line.Â
âStop what?â she asks, voice strained. âI just said I can help you threading those stuborn hairs above your lip.âÂ
Embarrassment settling at the base of your spine, you cover your mouth with your hand, absolutely mortified. You fight the urge to squeeze your eyes shut and instead attempt to calm your racing heart. You canât tell if youâre overreacting or not. Your mom rolls her eyes, waving a hand, she dismisses your emotions entirely. A tremor overhwhelmes you, starting from your legs and going all the way up to your shoulders. Daveâs sitting right next to you, his expression indifferent, calculating. Heâs the last person you want to look at right now, finally you two meet up again after years only for him to see that nothingâs changed.Â
âYou and Dave have been friends since four, I doubt he cares if I mention it. Itâs for your benefit,â she shrugs and turns to Chris, placing a hand on his arm. âDonât worry, dear. Iâll be sure sheâs proper by the time of the wedding. Sheâs always been horrible at stuff like this, I never understood why.âÂ
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.Â
Your ears are ringing.Â
Tears well in your eyes once more, the need to throw up overhwhelming you.Â
âIâm not a prized calf, mom. I donât need your help.âÂ
Her eyes turn back to you, momentraily dropping to your plate before looking back up again. âHave you decided on a dress?âÂ
Your brain short circuits for a moment. You want to throw your fork at her as always your dad is silent, and Chris is no help whatsoever. Sometimes you feel as if he enjoys this visits. Enjoys making you see that heâs not all that badâor he justs enjoys using it as an excuse to show that if everyone in your life behaves like this, something must be wrong with you.Â
Then, suddenly, thereâs a soothing presence on your knee.Â
Dave.Â
He squeezes twice, then circles his thumb over your knee, replacing the anxiety with pleasant tingles. You blink with surprise and turn to look at him but heâs staring at your dad, you hadnât even realize the conversation had shifted from you to something else entirely.Â
Dave leans into your ear, his breath welcome as it ghosts your skin, âBreathe,â he whispers. âAnd excuse yourself from the table. Iâll find you.âÂ
Your nod is barely noticable. You do as he says, excusing yourself and heading upstairs. No one really took notice of your absence, they believes you to be dramatic and they were no strangers to you suddenly deserting the table.Â
You sigh as you climb the stairs and instead of your shared bedroom with Chris, you head to your childhood bedroom.Â
Climbing into your old bed, you pull the pillow to your front and wrap your arms around it. Street light stretches shadows into your room. You remember the times you stared into Daveâs bedroom, how heâd talk to you through giant notes.Â
Ten minutes later, your door opens.Â
âHey, are you alright?â he asks, every word spoken carefully, scared youâll bolt through the door like a spooked deer. He pushes the door closed and takes a seat at the end of your bed. You notice his eyes scanning the bedroom. âBrings back memories,â he mutters.Â
âYeah,â you nod, hugging your pillow tighter. âBet you didnât miss the mess downstairs though.âÂ
âTo be honest I got a little preview before you and Chris arrived,â the muscle above his jaw twitches. âYour parents really havenât changed in the slightest.âÂ
âToo bad they didnât die instead of your parentsââ you cut yourself short, clamping a hand over your mouth. What the fuck is wrong with you? âShit sorryâI didnâtââÂ
He says nothing. Instead he wraps his fingers around your ankle and tugs your leg over his lap, âDonât be. I wish the same thing too sometimes,â he lets out a breath. âNever wouldâve thought youâd get engaged with the combination of both of them though.âÂ
Shame. All you feel is shame.Â
You slightly tug at your leg but he doesnât allow you to recoil from him. âLet me help you,â he says, taking you by surprise.Â
âHelp me?â you ask. Without thinking you let go of your pillow and move towards him, entranced by the way the light sharpens the edges of his face. âHelp me how?âÂ
âLetâs kill the fucker.âÂ
âW-What?!â surely you didnât hear him right. You shake your head. âDid you just say kill?âÂ
With a tender brush of his lips against yours, the world falls away. A doft whimper echoes in your throat and he presses forward, the tip of his thumb tracing the seam of your lips. You open wide for him, allowing Dave to lick deeper into your mouth. Your tongue press together, years of longing and wait adding to the kiss like salt in chocolate. You donât ever want it to stop.Â
âI still hear the waves from that night,â he murmurs, soft pillowy lips brushing against your own. âTell me to stop and I will. But if you want this, want meâAll you have to do is say the word.â
Again, tears well in your eyes. Itâs sudden and uncomfortable. You choke on the words you attempt to speak, shaking your head violentls as a shudder rolls down your spine. He presses a comforting palm on your cheek. âDave Iâm a mess,â you hiccup. Â
âSo am I,â he says matter-of-factly, he grinds the pad of his thumb into your cheekbone. âYou can cry, sweetheart. Iâm here for you.âÂ
Before you get the chance youâre being pushed back against the mattress. He slowly tugs down your pants, removing them enreily and leaving you in nothing but your underwear. He stares at you like youâre everything he wants and needs. Your skin prickles, his words finally settling in.Â
This man wanted to kill for you.Â
And not a bone in your body wants to object to it.Â
âYouâre not broken,â He pushes your shirt up, laying a kiss on your stomach, a bit of tongue following the purse of lips. âEvery part of you is perfect, tender, and right.âÂ
The damns break with a hiccup. Tears flow effortlessly down your cheeks; salty drops going down your neck and being absorbed into the fabric underneath. You swallow, over and over, itâs difficult to breathe, so hard to catch your breath while your eyes never seem to dry out.Â
Dave hovers above you, arms caging in your head. His gaze reminds you of a curious cat, wide, observant. He leans in and with the flat of his tongue, he tastes the sadness on your skin. He follows the traces down your neck, nose caressing your jaw as he licks all of it away. You feel the thick outline of his cock against your bare stomach, arousal heats between your legs and when you arc your back, he groans at the way you soft flesh grazes his length.Â
He moves lower and lower, kissing a trail from between your breasts and all the way down to your quivering cunt. He tastes your through your underwear that dampened with arousal. Dave pushes his tongue, forcing himself deeper, groaning at your taste before pushing the fabric down to your knees.Â
âI couldnât help you back when we were kidsâwith your family,â he mutters into you, his breath chilling your wet folds. âLet me help you now.âÂ
His lips trace your folds, slipping his tongue and kissing your where no one has ever kissed befor leisurely. Dave takes his time with it, slipping his tongue and pulling it back like heâd do with your mouth. Your crying subdues into loud sniffles and his hand reaches out, cupping your chin. âCry for me, baby. Donât hide your sadness from me.â his grip tightens and nips the sensitive flesh right under your pelvic bone. âCry.âÂ
You do so with a hitch of breath. However, your cries swiftly shift into moans when he closes his lips around your clit, sucking loudly at the sensitive nub. Your legs brackets his face, with a smile he spreads them open with both hands, moving his jaw as he glides his lips back down, pushing his tongue against your pulsing entrance.Â
âYou know what my biggest regret has been all this time?â he muses, the words donât register but you nod anyway. He brings a hand to your mound and slips a finger in, curling it knuckle deep. Your chest heaves at the pressure, making your entire upper body jolt. âNot tasting this sweet pussy the first time we were together.âÂ
Daves crawls back up, pressing lips to your neck and then to your cheek where the tear streaks had begun to dry. âI wanted to do so many things that night, but you were looking at me with those big beautiful eyes, completely in love. . .â he takes a deep breath, and growls as he exhales. âI wanted to ruin you but I coudnât, I didnât want you to think that was all I wanted from you.âÂ
âWhat about now?â you gasp, gaining a moment of clarity. He chuckles, the sound resonating deep from his chest.Â
âNow,â he purrs and goes down you again, licking a fat stroke into your cunt. âI still want to ruin you. And I will. But youâll know thatâs not all I want. Isnât that true, my sweet girl.âÂ
Again, your vision blurs with tears.Â
âAnswer me.âÂ
âYes,â you stare at the ceiling, your eyes drying out whilst tears still drip from the corners. âI know thatâs not all you want. Please, Dave, ruin me. Iâm yours.âÂ
âI know you are, sweetheart,â his tongue delves between your soaked folds, the curve of his nose causing delicious friction against your clit. Pleasure tightens in your stomach, your inner walls squeezing his finger tight. âYouâve been mine ever since I laid eyes on you.âÂ
He sucks and slurps, moving his head from side to side as he quickly brings you to the edge. His mouth feels so damn good, and the raw emotions coursing through your veins only add to the pleasure, heightening your senses. You cry out as he pulls out his finger, only to replace it with his tongue, pushing deep. When you look down the bottom half of his face is buried gully into your pussy, the only visible movement being his jawline moving.Â
Sweat beads at your forehead. Your heart is pounding, your breath ragged as Dave increases the tempo of his tongue, exploring every inch of you greedily. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, rubbing and massaging your clit expertly and sending sparks of pleasure electrifying through your body. The sensation is overwhelming - so much pleasure, it's almost too much.
The pleasure builds and builds until it feels like it is consuming every inch of you, making it hard to remember that your familyâor Chrisâmight hear you. You close your eyes and let out a moan as Dave continues to work his magic. Your back arches as the pleasure intensifies, and each breath feels like a jolt of lightning shooting through your body.
âLet them here, baby,â he rasps, briefly parting from you. âYouâre mine now. They should know.âÂ
You throw your head back, crying out in pleasure, as it finally sweeps over you. Every muscle in your body tightens as the intense waves of pleasure ripple through you, and you clutch desperately at Dave, gripping his shoulders until the convulsions of pleasure finally die down. He hums happily, not letting up as he licks every inch of you clean.Â
Dave works his mouth on your clit, tongue swirling around it lightly, then licks and sucks it hard, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you until the tide of orgasm crashes over you again and leaves you trembling. Dave doesn't stop until every last bit of pleasure has been wrung from your body, until you can do nothing, nothing but lie there and process what just happened.Â
When Dave finally does stop, you can barely move your limbs. He drapes himself over you, his warmth calming your raging heart.Â
âInvite him to my place tomorrow,â he says. âIâll take care of the rest.âÂ
âWouldnât my parents get suspicious?âÂ
âIf they do,â he kisses your eyes one by one, still wet and aching but done with the tears. âIâll take care of them too.â Â
You hate to admit but Chris looks good tied in a chair all bloody and bruised.Â
âFucking tell him to let me go,â he barks at you but his pleas are cut short when Dave comes behind him and yanks his head by the hair. He yelps in pain, eyes squeezing shut when Dave presses the barrel of the gun into his neck. âYou two are fucked in the head,â he murmurs. âJust let me go, I wonât say anything.âÂ
Your body becomes rigid, tense. You donât regret this, and it feels good to finally see him break. Heâs been doing the same to you for months. Belittling you and finding amusement in treating you like thrash.Â
Daveâs gaze finds your own, you find it hard to look away.Â
âCome here,â he says voice growing soft. âDonât be afraid of him, sweetheart, he canât hurt you anymore.âÂ
Despite all his fear, Chris still manages to glare at you. âYou couldâve just broken up with me. Itâs your fault.âÂ
âMine?â you finally say, your voice hoarse. âI didnât feel like I had a choice. You made sure of that.âÂ
âYouâre not thinking clearlyââÂ
Daveâs voice cuts through the air.Â
âIâve had enough.âÂ
He pulls the trigger.Â
The bullet leaves the barrel of the gun in complete silence.Â
You donât even flinch when Chrisâs head drops, blood pouring from between his lips and down his chest. Dave doesnât bat an eye as he sits on the end of the bed. Youâre left standing in front of Chris, not looking at him directly, but hearing the last of the gushing sounds of the bullet wound.Â
You should feel remorse.Â
But all you feel is relief that heâs gone.Â
The realization makes you drop down to your knees, you hear the bed creak as Dave attempts to get up but you stop him with the raise of your hand. âIâm okay,â you gasp. âJust. . . in shock.â you turn to him. âAre. . . are you okay?âÂ
âOkay as Iâll ever be,â gun still in hand, over his thigh, he spreads his legs as he settles back down. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the gun, a sudden hunger flashing in your eyes. His lips stretch into a grin, his hands sliding to hand loose over the inside of his thighs, he gestures for you to come closer with the gun. âCrawl to me.âÂ
A thrill shoots up your spine. You move slowly, crawling towards him until you are close enough for him to reach out and touch you. You watch him carefully, studying the gun still clenched in his hand before meeting his gaze. You settle yourself at his feet, never taking your eyes away from his.Â
Dave slowly reaches out and takes your chin gently in his hand, guiding your mouth closer to where the gun rests. He leans down, his face inches away from yours, and whispers, âYou want to taste the weapon that ended that shit-headsâ life?â
You take a deep breath and nod.Â
Before he can give the command, you open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out.Â
His pupils dilate as he guides the barrel into your mouth, against the flat surface of your tongue. Itâs cold and the metallic taste overwhelms you but you enjoy it. Dave pushes deeper until youâre gagging, you close your lips around it, your eyes dropping where his finger still rests on the trigger.Â
âLook at that,â he murmurs, mesmerized. âYour life is in my hands, all itâll take to end it is one trigger.âÂ
You moan at the thought, youâre wholly his, and nothing can stop that now.Â
Dave touches your cheek with his other hand, his fingers kind.
 âIâll treat it with care.âÂ
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Dirty Secrets {Dave York x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: Suspicions of infidelity, thoughts of murder (It's Dave đ¤ˇđźââď¸), invasion of privacy, bondage, derogatory language, thigh slapping, plugs, double penetration, cum play, vaginal sex, anal fingering, mentions of fisting.
Comments: You're hiding something, possibly an affair. Sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night and changing your passwords. Your husband, Dave York, is going to get to the bottom of what is going on.
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Daveâs jaw clenches, nearly breaking from the force as the door creeps open slowly, the urge to speak, to let you know that he is awake and aware of you sneaking back into the bed is strong. This bitchâŚ.Itâs not a very nice thing to think about you, the woman that is his wife, but it's justified. Instead, he stays still, keeping his breathing even as the covers shuffle and the slight jostle of the mattress indicates that you are climbing back into the bed. Thinking that he is still asleep and you are not bothering him.Â
Youâre cheating on him. Itâs the natural conclusion that all of your latest changes in behaviors lead to and it sits in Daveâs craw like a festering wound. Heâs never cheated on you. Not once. Not when pretty, fresh faced interns look at him like heâs a fucking God as he walks around the DIA hall, eager to get his coffee or do anything else he would want, including getting on their knees for him. Not when heâs out of town - fuck, out of the country - on business where you would never find out.Â
His wedding ring has stayed on his finger and his cock has stayed zipped up in his pants. Looking wasnât a crime, at least not in his opinion and Dave York likes to look. But he never once crossed a line into what would break your heart or his wedding vows.Â
Itâs galling, infuriating, that he would be faithful and attentive, as much as he can be when he has a high pressure job with frequent travel, two little girls who want daddyâs attention when he gets home, and a honey-do list that never ends and you would cheat on him. He had thought that the two of you were building a future, working as a team to have the life that the two of you talked about when you were dating. It seemed as if the stars were finally aligning.Â
It had started small, something that he had originally overlooked. Your passcode on your phone had changed. Needing to get into the damn thing to look at the dance recital schedule you had forgotten to text him, he had frowned when the code you had for as long as youâve had a smartphone hadnât worked. He had almost asked you for the new one, thinking you had just changed it but something had told him to stay quiet.Â
That was when he started watching you. Carefully observing the body language and your habits that were as well known to him as his own. You donât live with someone without knowing them and their routines. Not unless you just donât give shit.
You were on your phone a lot more. Biting your lip to smother your grin as you type away furiously. Phone tilted away from him as the two of you sat on the couch together. Not angled enough to be dramatically noticeable but enough that he couldnât see what you were writing, or to whom.Â
Then there was your laptop. Another changed password that he discovered this time when he deliberately went to log in. Making him scowl at the screen for a moment as he contemplates smashing the damn thing in a fit of anger.Â
When you were on the computer, if he came home or entered the room without alerting you, you would practically slam the lid shut when you noticed him. Jumping guiltily and rushing away from the damning evidence of your infidelity to kiss him.Â
Heâs poured over the cell phone bill. Looking for a pattern of numbers that you have recently started dialing but thereâs nothing glaringly obvious. It would take but a moment to crack into your phone if he really wanted to and itâs coming to that now.Â
You had slipped out of bed nearly an hour ago. One hour downstairs while you communicated with whoever you had met. Who the hell were you cheating on him with? Why were you cheating? What wasnât he doing to fulfill your needs? No, he didnât always bring you flowers or chocolates when he was coming home from trips, but he tried to make time for date nights, arranging for the next door neighbors daughter to watch the girls so he could take you out.Â
He fucked you often. Even if it was a quickie in the shower before the girls got up and the chaos of the morning started. He would never have said that your sex life was lacking, even if it had slipped into the comfortable routine that time brings rather than the thrill of something new. He had assumed that was normal, but apparently it wasnât good enough for you.Â
You flip and flop for a moment, your sighs soft and Dave opens his mouth in the dark. Nearly confronting you and demanding to know what the fuck you are doing. He feels you freeze, obviously sensing him âstirâ since you thought he was asleep, but Dave just gives a small snuffle and adjusts his position before he falls silent again. Feeling you move again a few moments later after you feel like he would have fallen back into a deep circadian rhythm.Â
âI love you.â The words are whispered in the dark, not meant for Dave to actually hear them but he wonders exactly who those words are for.Â
****
He should feel guilty about lying to you. Telling you that he was going to be late coming home from work tonight, but he actually has no plans on going to work today. Heâs used a rare sick day, often only taking them if the girls were sick. He would and could video conference from the home office if he needs to, instead of making you take off from work. That way it wasnât unbalanced since you would have to care for them if he was out of town.Â
Instead, he leaves like he normally does, guiding the car around the neighborhood and parking down the street where you wouldnât notice him. Watching for when you and the girls leave for the day so he can go back to the house.Â
Eyes narrowing as he watches you herd the two children - his children that you had birthed - into the car and climb in. The expensive SUV that you had insisted that you didnât really need but Dave had wanted you to have. The safety rating was top notch and it had given him peace of mind. There are plenty of unfortunates in the world he lives in, the one that he had hoped you and the girls would never experience, and he hadnât wanted his wife and children to be in anything but the best.Â
Itâs insulting, heâs decided. He knows you know what he does. Itâs unspoken, but itâs there. You know about his time in the military, you met him right before that fucking building came down on him and the team. You helped patch him back together, figuratively and literally. Your beautiful smile and promises of more exciting activities once he had recovered had fueled him through hours of painful physical therapy. He had seen the flash of understanding when he announced he had been offered a position in the DIA. There is a reason you kiss him like it might be the last time every time he goes out of town. You know what he is.Â
So itâs demeaning that you would believe that you were capable of fooling him. To think that you could outsmart someone who pulled peopleâs lives apart for a living. He had more experience lying that you could ever imagine but he had never thought he would be lying to you.Â
Cameras and security systems are already disabled, not wanting to alert you to him coming back home as he pulls into the driveway. His teeth nearly grind to pieces as he shuts the door to his car and tries to look nonchalant as he walks up the walkway. As if heâs forgotten something rather than searching for the trigger to implode his marriage.Â
 He might kill the man. Seriously. He might kill the man who has touched his wife when he learns who it is. Heâs morally gray enough to not lose sleep over it and have a sense of pride at ridding the world of the man who had ruined his childrenâs life. Because while he would never touch you in anger, things between the two of you would be over. No amount of coupleâs counseling would ever allow him to trust you again.Â
Your laptop is sitting in the kitchen, obviously where you had left it last night. He stares at it for a good three minutes, brooding and blood hammering through his veins until he has to take a couple of slow, measured breaths to calm himself down.Â
Once he sits down and opens the device, it takes less than five minutes to get into it. He wasnât exactly setting a speed record but there was some hesitancy in his fingers as he poured through the possible passwords you might use. In the end, it is the girlâs birthday and it makes him huff in disbelief as the screen changes into your screensaver - a picture of you and him wrapped up on the couch and smiling. Dave ignores it and opens your browser to check the history. âWhat have you been up to, baby?â He sneers, eyes hard as he starts to dig through your computer.Â
****
âCome on girls.â Surprised to find Daveâs car in the driveway, since he had said he would be home late, you pull into the driveway and park. Your plans change with him home now and that makes you huff slightly to yourself. Itâs not that you were disappointed that he was home, you would never feel that way, but you had been looking forward to a couple of hours on your computer without interruption once the girls went to bed. It was hard to find time that wasnât interrupted nowadays.
âGirls!â Dave comes out of the house, smiling widely as they tear off towards him, happily yelling âdaddy!â as only they can - at ear splitting volumes. You are slower, taking your time and gathering the backpacks along with your own bag out of the car before you close it up and hit the locks.Â
He scoops them up, making them laugh and squeal when he kisses their cheeks and necks playfully. Juggling them in his arms in a routine that always makes them happy.Â
âWell this is a surprise.â You offer, smiling at the scene. âWe were expecting to see you in the morning, werenât we girls?âÂ
It might be your imagination but Daveâs eyes flicker with something dark before he nods. âPlans changed.â He tells you, shrugging slightly as if itâs no big deal. âNow girls, Rebecca is going to watch you two tonight. Youâre going to have a sleepover at her house.âÂ
Frowning in confusion, you watch as the girls cheer and hug him before throwing themselves from his arms and practically flying across the manicured lawn towards the neighbors house. You huff when they donât even look back. âBye!â you call out sarcastically at them only to receive halfhearted waves from the neighbors porch. They love sleepovers with Rebecca, apparently more than their mom.Â
âWhy is Reb-â
âInside.â Your eyes widen slightly and your stomach clenches at the way the word is growled at you. Turning to find Dave already marching back up the steps to go into the open front door of your house.Â
Slightly alarmed, you hurry after him only to have him quickly close the door and the click of the lock sounds louder than it is. Like the proverbial cell slamming shut and you find that your pulse has sped up.Â
âDave, whatâs going on?â You demand, hanging up the girlâs bags and your purse before you move to take their water bottles into the sink. Feeling him trailing after you like a dark spector. It makes you worry, wondering what the hell has gone wrong that Dave needs to send the kids away and immediately lock the door. Turning, you find him watching you almost like he's trying to figure out what your secrets are.Â
He doesnât speak, making you squirm slightly and you feel your skin start to burn under the intensity of his gaze. Itâs as if heâsâŚwaiting.Â
The thing is, you know what Dave does. Youâve never gotten into the specifics of what all his job entails, but there have been bruises, cuts, signs of a skirmish. You know your husband is completely capable of handling his shit. And yet, heâs never once raised a hand to you, or even raised his voice really. Not in anger. Dave is wound tight at times, but he doesnât take his shit out on you or the girls, but youâve seen the darkness that lurks around the edge of his eyes. The way they can go flat and emotionless, looking like a stranger for a moment before your Dave comes back to you.Â
Heâs waiting for you to speak, but you arenât sure why. Making you shuffle slightly as you try to remember if youâve forgotten anything. Itâs not your anniversary but maybe heâs told you something was happening tonight that you are supposed to remember. But why wouldnât he just tell you?
âEverything alright?â Of course you were going to break. Dave arches a brow, his intense look not changing except to take on a challenging edge.Â
âYou tell me.â Okaaaaay, this is slightly suspicious but then he keeps talking. âDid you think I wouldnât find out?âÂ
Your stomach plummets and your heart starts to gallop in your chest. Your eyes flickering over to your laptop and Dave hums. âMmmhmmm.âÂ
âDid you-â
âDid you think you could keep this from me?â He asks quietly, voice dropping down several octaves. Making your eyes widen at the fucking authority in his tone. âAnswer me.âÂ
âI can explainâŚâ Except, how do you explain this? How can you possibly tell your husband what youâve been doing?
âCan you?â He purses his lips at you, folding his arms across his chest as he asks. Almost mocking you. âYou can explain?â
âIt- itâs just-â Your cheeks could fry an eye and you canât hold his gaze, your eyes sliding away to look at the laptop again. âTheyâre just stories.â
****
âDaaaaave.â Your plea is low, practically whimpered and Dave chuckles as he watches you twist against the straps that have you tied to the bed.Â
After he had wound you up, teased you with the fact that he had read everything that you have written, there had been a frantic urgency to the way that he had dragged you upstairs. An urgency that has been missing from your sex life.Â
âShut up.â The slap to your sensitive inside thigh stings and makes you moan, body on fire from anticipation and embarrassment over how wet you are from this. âYou asked for this.âÂ
 You hadnât asked for it, not out loud. Unable to voice the desires that swim around in your head and set fire to your cunt, you hadnât been able to give voice to them to the man who had known your body better than anyone. So you had written them down.Â
Expressing yourself through sexy stories, made up fantasies and encounters to work through the desires that you often masturbate to. Not because Dave is a bad lover, heâs always been good about making sure that you feel good in bed with him. It justâŚ.wasnât everything you needed.Â
Now heâs hovering over you, darkness clouding his eyes and that blank expression is focused on you for the first time. It makes your heart race again, this time in a very specific kind of way. The kind that makes your cunt ache and your thighs try to close to get some kind of friction on your clit.Â
His body prevents that. Thighs spread wide as he keeps you splayed open and his cock bobbing enticingly with a heavy bead of precum pearling up at the tip. Not quite leaking down like the other smears of wetness but getting close and you swear that youâve not seen him this hard in a long time.Â
âSlut.â He chuckles darkly, âwriting fucking filthy stories and thinking that I wouldnât notice. You know what I do, what I am. You wanted to get caught. To have me read what you crave and not have to say it out loud. To pretend that you are innocent and good when youâre just a nasty whore.âÂ
Biting your lip, you take the verbal abuse that Dave is spitting at you, ashamed at how good it sounds coming from his raspy baritone. Just like you had always imagined it. Dave could, and would talk dirty in bed but he had never called you names and itâs not something you could ask for despite being able to talk to him about anything.Â
âFuck, you like that, donât you?â Dave hums, fingers brushing over your clit again before he slaps your thigh again. Once more in the exact same spot makes you hiss. He wants welts to raise up on your skin, to give you the things that you have written about in your stories in exacting detail.Â
Giving him an insight into what you wanted in the deepest, darkest parts of your soul. The things you wouldnât say aloud despite the conversations about âspicing things up in the bedroomâ.Â
There is a moment where his eyes soften again, fingers stroking over your thigh as the heat from the three swats starts to set in. He hadnât been gentle and he can feel the way that your skin prickles with goosebumps.Â
There is a moment where he thinks you arenât going to answer him, that you want your thigh slapped again but then you nod. Eyes heavy lidded and already lust blown as you pant. Your tits lift with every heaving breath and heâs barely touched you.Â
âWhat am I going to do with you?â He asks, not wanting an answer from you really, itâs all rhetorical because heâs going to do what he wants. âFist you?â
The way you squirm has him grinning, the skin of your lip between your teeth and you canât quite meet his eyes. âOh I read it all.â He hums mockingly, not mentioning that he had to jerk off because of your steamy words. He got turned on reading your dirty little stories. Whoever Jack Daniels or Marcus Pike was, they knew how to fucking having fun. âNo need to be shy, I know you get off on the thought of me shoving my fist inside you, or having my cock inside you along with a toy.âÂ
He picks up the toy he had pulled out of your drawer, holding it up to show you what he could potentially do for you. Itâs a plug, one that heâs never seen before and it intrigues him. You obviously have some toys that you use for yourself when heâs gone and right now, heâs going to use them on you.Â
You tug on the restraints, feeling your heartbeat drumming under your skin every time you tug and meeting the resistance. The limited movement and the feeling of being helpless is one that youâve always wanted and now you have it.Â
You had shocked him, which was rare for a man like Dave. He has seen so much of the world at its worst and the woman he had imagined to be slightly innocent in some things was anything but. âIâm going to push this inside your tight little ass and then Iâm going to fuck you.â He promises. âLater we are going to train that tight little cunt to take my fist in it. Arenât we, baby? Youâre going to be my little slut?â
âDave-â
âDaaaaavvvve.â He pouts his lips, mocking you with a devilish glint in his eyes. âNo? You want to see how many fingers I can get inside you now? Maybe Iâll fuck your ass while Iâm working you open.âÂ
Your whimper makes his cock twitch. Watching you pull at the restraints is thrilling in a way that he had never tried to imagine with you. Separating the Dave York for work from the man who came home to his family had been deliberate and yet you want some of the man he had to be to survive.Â
His fingers trail over your skin, watching as your breathing hitches and he grins before he leans down and presses his lips to yours softly. âDonât worry, baby.â He coos, âIâm going to give you exactly what you need.âÂ
****
He takes his time. Showing you how methodical he can be as he works his fingers in and out of your grasping, leaking little hole. Every gasp you give when he brushes up against the smaller plug that is nestled inside of you makes him chuckle. Mocking you for being so sensitive, even while his fingers are curling up inside you.Â
Three, three of his fingers are stretching you out and you donât know how you will possibly take more. They are thicker than the two that he normally uses, pushed deep just to the edge of being uncomfortable. Making you squirm and bite your lip, watching his eyes as he stares at you. The slightly mocking light in his gaze urging you to take just a bit more.Â
âMaybe your dildo in your ass, right baby?â Dave grunts as he starts to scissor his fingers, wanting you to be stretched out. His chest is heaving, watching you so wantonly beg for him. Wanting him to fulfill those dirty little fantasies that you had hidden from him. If you had just told him what you were thinking about, he could have done this sooner. Would have done this sooner.Â
The plug vibrates. He had learned that when he had slid it inside you and felt the little switch underneath the silicone that covers the flared base. Now buzzing away inside you and making you whimper his name while his fingers push as deep as they can go. The wrecked moans pouring out of your throat makes him want to fuck it. Imagining how good it would feel around his cock. Youâve blown him plenty of times, but this time it would be like you had written about. He wouldnât let you control the pace or how deep you take him. He would.Â
âBaby please.â Your plea is breathless, gasped out as you tug on the restraints again. Pouting at him like he is torturing you. Dave grunts, leaning down and kissing your jaw, biting your chin.Â
âIâve got you, you can take it. I know you can, baby. Such a good slut for me.â He praises, feeling your soaked walls contract around his fingers like a vice. âYou just need to cum for me so I can fuck you. Replace these fingers with my cock.âÂ
A fourth finger tries to push inside. Making you wince and whine while your hips jerk back from his touch for the first time since this little game started. Daveâs eyes immediately find your face, watching as he pulls that finger back, making sure that you are comfortable. Your safe word in his mind if you should need to say it, but he wants to make this good. This isnât about him controlling you as much as you putting your pleasure in his hands.Â
Once your body relaxes, you start to push down again, your hands flexing around the straps and itching to touch him. To urge him for more, begging him with your eyes to let you cum as the vibrations of the plug and the curling of his fingers draw you close every time he rolls his wrist.Â
âFuck.â The noises you make are vastly different from the normal soft moans and gentle cries that you give when your husband is touching you. Some of that is due to not having the kids in the house, not worrying about little ears hearing. The majority of it is from the pure pleasure that is rolling through your body and making you ache.Â
You are getting what youâve always wanted, what youâve secretly needed. Too scared to say it out loud for fear of being rejected, or mocked. Or worse, your husband thinking there was something wrong with you. You had never imagined thinking that he would be into it.
âCome on baby.â He urges you, eyes dark and blown wide as he watches you. âCum for me. Want that pussy creamy when I fuck you full of me. Stretched out on a dildo and my dick and squealing.âÂ
That pushes you over the edge, arching up into his touch and obeying his command with ease that just seems to shake you apart at the seams. âDave!â Your scream catches and breaks in your throat, cascading through you and making you shudder.Â
âThatâs it, oh fuck sweetheart, you look so good cumming.â He praises you, nearly cumming himself as he watches you. Enjoying the way your chest rises and falls, your body shakes and your cunt clenches around his fingers.Â
Itâs exquisite when he pushes into you, the feeling of being so full is a sensation that youâve never imagined you would get. Two toys just doesnât do it. It doesnât feel like Dave. Nothing could feel as good as he does, the heat, the throbbing. Making you shiver and moan like the little slut he keeps claiming you are. You are a slut, his slut. You will be anything that he wants you to be as long as he keeps touching you like this. Giving you what you have craved. âIâm- itâs so much.â You whimper, eyes rolling back in your head. âSo full, fuck Dave Iâm so full.âÂ
His chuckle rolls over you like a dark wave, filling your ears and senses with the pleasure that he is pulling from this. Heâs enjoying himself, the smug smirk on his face when you finally open your eyes to find him looking down at you.Â
âYes you are.â You are stretched out, the little plug in your ass swapped for a smaller dildo so you arenât pushed too far, but he could imagine a bigger toy inside you. Pressing against him through the thin skin. âYou are going to take everything I give you, baby. Youâre gonna take it and youâre gonna love it.âÂ
You will, you trust Dave. Heâs your husband, heâs got your best interests in mind and so far heâs been amazing. Completely in control and still giving you what you need. His thrusts start to speed up now that you are slightly relaxed. Groaning as he starts a rhythm that takes your breath and leaves you unable to do anything more than to watch his jaw clench and flex as he fucks you.Â
Grunting every time he buries himself deep and gasping when he pulls out of your grasping cunt. It feels amazing, every nerve alight with pleasure and you feel like your nipples are hard as diamonds as the scrape against his chest. Heightening the sensations and making it even better as he stuffs you full with the tilt of his hips pushes the toy deeper inside you.Â
âDave, oh fuck, Dave.â You moan, unable to do anything but take it since you are still restrained. âPlease, baby. Please.âÂ
âShit.â He hisses as he starts to rock his hips faster, chasing his high and pushing you towards to yours. âYou dirty fucking girl, you love this.â He grunts. âIf you - fuck - if you werenât my wife Iâd get another guy to fuck you with me.â He bares his teeth. âNo one else touches you. Youâre mine.âÂ
âYours.â You pant, nodding as he continues to wreck you. âIâm yours baby, only yours.âÂ
He growls, pleased with your answer. âIâll give you what you need, Iâll take care of my little slut.â He taunts.Â
He will, he is. Itâs all you can think before your entire body seizes up and you cry out hoarsely. Stars bursting and your entire world exploding on an atomic level and your vision whites out.Â
Dave groans your name, pushing deep two more times before he is cumming. Filling you with hot spurts of his seed as he pants out your name again and relaxes against your body. Breathless as he tries to catch his breath so he can take care of you. You had kept secrets from him, secrets that he had thought were going to change your marriage. And they have - for the better. He has been very pleased to learn your dirty secrets.Â
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DAVE YORK AND YOUR PREGNANCY - HEADCANONS
Dave York x f!reader
A/N: hi besties! I'm glad to see you all coming down to ask box to talk about Dave because honestly, I think the world needs to recognize more of murder daddy and our Dave York apologists⢠community needs to grow! Also, I sort of kept this headcanon here in my mind and I've also had a bug craving of female rivalry with our favorite person to hate: Carol, hehehe enjoy đ
⢠it's not a secret to anyone the whole reason why Dave married Carol was because she got pregnant in the first place; they didn't love each other that much, but their relationship wasn't all bad, so when she showed up knocked up it was only the logical step to jump into marriage
⢠and it was already in the early stages of the pregnancy, Dave noticed the task wasn't going to be as easy as he thought it would, or more like it, it would be as easy to be around Carol as he thought it would. Quite the opposite, she managed to show her true colors as soon as it finally sank in she was indeed pregnant
⢠their relationship wasn't the best thing that'd ever happened to either of them, but at least they had an active social life, had a decent sexual life and other stuff going on, things weren't always miserable, but whatever kind of bond that could exist between them was suddenly gone, as she did everything in her power to keep Dave away from her
⢠first of all, all she would complain was about being nauseous, which is common for pregnant women Dave knew, he wasn't a man cave after all, although it started to annoy the hell outta him the fact she claimed to feel sick at the smell of his perfume, his aftershave, his shampoo, his clothes and eventually himself
⢠and then, it started with the fact that whenever he put his hands on her, she couldn't even hide his grossed out she was; she simply didn't want to feel him, she didn't want him cooking her food and whenever she had an outburst for gaining weight or looking bigger, she would cry, scream, accuse and pick fights blaming it on him for making her body
⢠and as the pregnancy progressed, so did this situation, it was so stressful and annoying, the way she would just waste money on things, complaining about cute, heartfelt presents she got because she said her baby didn't need anything given to them, she also complained about whatever Dave bought, it was never correct: it was either too pink or not pink enough and so on
⢠by the time their daughter was born, Dave was already exhausted, and even if he loved her with all his heart, it wasn't what he expected from fatherhood, deep down he feared she would be just like her mom one day - sad news, she turned out exactly like Carol
⢠and Dave carried on his marriage without the same flame, he was disappointed in the person he married, and when his second girl came along, the experience wasn't any better, but there wasn't anything he couldn't do about it
⢠so when Dave got divorced and married you, things were so different, he enjoyed how light and gentle your marriage truly was; he loved the good dynamics you both had; how caring and affectionate you were towards each other, how fun days were without a heavy routine, just doing as you pleased and spending time with each other
⢠things were so good between the two of you, and as Dave finally learned how to sort of balance the distance from his daughters - you still found him in his office staring at pictures of them as toddlers during special holidays at the same time he sighed whenever he tried calling or texting them and was completely ignored it just replied with dry, annoyed texts, was when you found out you were pregnant
⢠Dave was a mix of feelings, he knew it was a possibility, after all you two weren't so careful with preventing it, but he couldn't help feeling his heart drop, just to imagine he would lose that close side of your relationship because of his experiences as a father and he was so scared about resenting his baby over it, as much as he tried reminding himself he wasn't like his mother at all
⢠so when you came to him and told about your suspicions, he was supportive, but you could tell he was holding himself back, and knowing about his marriage background and the real drama he often went on with Molly and Alice, you could have a good picture of how complicated things were
⢠so he drove you to the drugstore, he bought tests next to you and he waited by your side until you got the results - positive, of course - the next day, he drove you to the clinic and waited as you went through every single exam that could attest if you were indeed expecting
⢠and as much as he held you, kissed you and showed happiness, you still saw something was off, deep in down, Dave's biggest fear was that he was going to lose you to the baby, because Carol wasn't a great partner but whatever he had with her, was gone, and he couldn't face the same happening between the two of you
⢠you then, gave him some time and space, knowing he had a mission coming in the next few days, you really thought of asking him not to go, but you knew you couldn't actually do it, so you just wished him a nice and safe trip and reminded him how much you loved him
⢠and once Dave came back was when he realized that perhaps things weren't going to be lost between the two of you, because yeah, he called every single day to check up on you and the baby, and he knew you'd started your nausea/hunger/sleepy phase so he figured once he got home, you would star drifting apart from him
⢠but much to his surprise, you didn't, quite the opposite: you practically jumped on him, because you wanted to hug and hold Dave in your arms, you wanted to feel his warmth and weight, and god, his scent simply drove you insane with desire and satisfaction
⢠you complimented his cologne, his shampoo, the scent of his clothes, soap, you name it... you just loved everything and you loved burying your face into his neck and sniffing him
⢠his pancakes were also to die for: it didn't matter if he made them sweet or tried different salty recipes, if it was breakfast or just breakfast for dinner, you loved spending time with him and appreciating his food, and you also thanked him for adding fruits and many other healthy things into your diet
⢠your sex life also improved, with differences of course, mostly, Dave wouldn't be so rough, he was more romantic and soft towards you and there was no stress: you wanted him as much as he wanted you, the hormones, the passion, the romance was all in synch and even if you eventually got a little insecure about your body changes, there weren't cries, arguments, all it took the two of you was just some reassurance from Dave's side, the way he would sometimes hold you in front of a mirror and grab your lotion and spread all over your skin, or how he would nuzzled your neck and whisper into your ear how sexy you were becoming or even when he would bury himself between your thighs until you couldn't handle it anymore, was enough to settle things
⢠over the course of your pregnancy, Dave realized your bond was stronger than never, because you two were very much in love, you were expecting a child Dave already loved so much without the fear of this baby growing into an obnoxious child like it happened before
⢠the fact he was going to have a little boy after two girls was also pretty exciting for him, as he figured it would be somehow easier and he kind of had hopes to fix his own traumas by being a kind father to a boy, knowing what a boy needed as growing up
⢠he loved how happy and careful you were with everything you got as a gift for the baby: baby shoes, clothes, onesies, you were so thankful for people's kindness to gift your baby, never trash-talking anything you got and also thanking Dave for the gifts
⢠he realized you were both more united, not working against each other with a baby in the middle, but instead, working together in order to raise that precious little thing you two loved so much and it showed him a real meaning of family to him
⢠you two were meant to be, your baby was loved by the two of you with all your hearts and you couldn't want another life, things were good and the Yorks were finally happy the way they deserved to be â¤ď¸
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Dave York x f!reader
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RATING: Explicit 18+ ONLY. No Minors Please. My work is 18+.
Summary: Youâre hired by Carol York to test if her husband Dave is faithful. The rest is historyâŚ
Words: ~3.5k
Warnings: SMUT, dom!Dave, dom/sub vibes, infidelity, oral (m and f receiving), chokingâŚso much choking (Iâm sorry), kind of degradation (Daves a cocky bastard, he calls you âslutâ a few times), guided masturbation (f), fingering, squirting, rough sex,unprotected PIV, a hint of angry Dave, a little bit angst.
A/N: I had this idea when I listened to Kate Bushâs âBabooshkaâ and it fits so well for Dave. Iâm a slut for this man, Iâm sorry. đ
I hope yâall gonna like it. đŤśđź
And as always: Likes, reblogs and comments are very welcome. đđđ
You spot him as soon as you enter the small hotel bar in Atlanta. Even if you can only see him from behind, you don't need to check the photo you received from your client again. Broad shoulders, short brown hair, long and muscular legs, heâs wearing a black suit just like Carol York predicted.
You walk to the bar full of self-confidence and sit down at the counter, leaving two stools between you and the handsome stranger free.
A quick reach into your purse to pull out your little hand mirror and your perfectly manicured finger adjusts the red lipstick on your sinful lips with a skillful hand movement.
Of course Dave noticed you the moment you entered the bar. The knock of your high heels on the hard stone floor catches the attention of every man in the room.
He does a double take as you reach the chair to his left. Your floor length black dress reveals your right leg through a slit up to your thigh. If Dave looks closely enough, he can spot the lace on the edge of your stockings and he licks his lips at the sight. Your lips are red like the bottom of your expensive high heels and your hair looks soft in the dim light of the bar. Dave escapes a low growl deep in his throat. Like a predator that has scented its prey and is just waiting for the right moment to hunt it down. Finally, he takes his eyes off you and takes a long sip of his whiskey. Thatâs gonna be an interesting night, he can feel it.
You pretend not to notice that he just shamelessly checked you out and grab your mobile phone. âHello?â Thereâs nobody on the other end of the line, but the man next to you doesnât have to know. âOh okay.â You play the disappointed girlfriend. âYeahâŚsee you tomorrow then.â You let out a loud sigh and press the record button on your phone, if Dave takes your bait, you need a proof for his suspicious wife, your client.
"Idiot!" A deep voice reaches your ear after you've ordered a drink and you have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from smiling. Gotcha! You think to yourself and look in the direction of the man next to you with an innocent, questioning look. âSorry, what?â
He looks at you with a smirk. "Whoever dumps a woman like you is an idiot."
It's easy to have a conversation with Dave York. He's charming, interested in you and undeniably handsome. You notice his eyes on your lips when you talk and his gaze lingers longer and longer on your breasts or the bare leg while youâre sipping your drink. Itâs almost a shame that heâs just a job for you and you catch yourself imagining how it would feel if his big, masculine hands would roam all over your body. When you run your hand through your hair, presenting your bare throat as if you're ready to be claimed by him, and Dave has to adjust himself with the palm of his hand because of your submissive behavior, you decide that itâs time for the final step of your test. Carol wants to know if he would do more than just flirting and youâre ready to find it out.
Itâs not really a surprise that thereâs a knock on you door about 10 minutes after you left the bar and scribbled your room number on his napkin. And youâre a little bit ashamed that youâre actually happy about it. You take a last look into the huge mirror, youâre just in your lingerie and stockings and wear a see thought nightgown. Letâs take a deep breath, let him in, tell him that his wife hired you to test if he is a cheater, kick him out and call Carol. Thatâs all. Youâve done this almost a hundred times.
But there has never been a Dave York before.
You slowly open the door, presenting your sinful appearance before his eyes. He just stands there for a few seconds and you get the feeling he's hesitating. Dave looks at you, his eyes traveling up and down, lingering on your panties, your breasts and finally on your red lips again. Then something inside of him seems to snap, with two long strides he is in your room and slams the door behind him shut. Before you can react, he turns you around and pins you with your back against the door.
He's suddenly everywhere. One hand grabs your waist, the other one is at the side of your neck. You look at him wide-eyed, all your alarm bells are ringing to end the situation, heâs the husband of a client, heâs a cheater, heâs your fucking job, but you can't. His scent is intoxicating, the warmth he exudes gives you energy, the way he looks at you makes you feel like a damn goddess.
He slowly rubs his thumb over your lower lip and smirks. âGod I couldn't think of anything else all night but your pretty little mouth around my cock. How he's all smeared with your red lipstick.â
You clench your thighs together, youâre already soaked from his cocky attitude alone. You let your tongue dart out of your mouth to lick at Daves thumb. He locks eyes with you while your wet and warm tongue circles around his digit and you suck it slowly into your mouth. He clenches his jaw and the hand on your waist disappears and fumbles to open his belt and slacks. You bite his thumb experimentally and he withdraws it out of your mouth to hold your chin in a firm grip.
âYou gonna be a good girl and suck my dick?â Daveâs voice is almost hoarse when he speaks and you try to nod with his hand still holding you tight. âNah-nah sweet thing. I need you to say it. Use your words.
Do. You. Want. To. Suck. My. Dick?â
His gaze burns right through you and you manage to say a weak âYes!â Dave smirks and looks you up and down. âYou had an attitude like a slut the whole evening and look at you now.â You close your eyes for a short moment. You know heâs right, but he took you by surprise. Thereâs this conflict deep inside of you because all of this is completely wrong, but then you open your eyes again. You want him, damn you want him so bad.
âBeg for it!â His hands grab into his slacks and briefs and then he pulls his cock out. Heâs big and hard, the tip swollen and red, in need for a relief. Dave lets you stare at him for a moment, then his grip on your chin hardens again and he raises your head so that you look him in the eyes again. âBEG!â He grits his teeth and you ask yourself if you should be afraid of him.
âPleaseâŚfuck please let me suck your dick. I-I want itâŚI need it so bad.â You whimper, squirming in front of him, clit throbbing and needy for some attention.
Finally satisfied with your behavior, Dave puts his hand on your shoulder and pushes you down onto your knees. The door is still behind you and you try to find the most comfortable position possible, but all of that is long forgotten when you notice the big cock right in front of your face. You grab him at the base and lick along his vein just with the tip of your tongue. Dave hisses at your touch and you finally hear him moan in delight when you close your lips around his leaking tip. His taste is intoxicating. You give him an experimentally suck and look up to see Daveâs face.
God heâs a sight. Heâs looking right at you, jaw clenched and brows furrowed. It doesnât bother you that heâs still wearing his full suit. You open your mouth wider and let him slide slowly along your tongue and down your throat. Dave sucks in a deep breath and whispers a âfuckâ and for a short moment youâre thinking that youâre the one in charge, but then he seems to remember what he has started with you and reverts to his previous behavior.
He puts his hand on the back of your head and caresses your hair in a short loving gesture, but then he grabs your hair hard to keep you in place and starts to move his hips. You try unsuccessfully to withstand him. Dave's length takes up so much space in your mouth that tears suddenly well up in your eyes. You do your best to relax and breathe through your nose while trying to steady yourself with your hands on his thighs, but his pace is too reckless.
âLook at you little slut. Drooling all over your tits while your choking on my fat cock.â Dave grunts and pants. His movements stutter for a moment when you choke again and swallow around him and you think heâs already coming, but then he stops. He stops right when his fucking big dick is deep down your throat and you can do nothing but look up into his deep brown eyes. It's a demonstration of power, no question.
You breathe hastily through your nose while tears fall down your cheeks. âWhat a fucking sight you are. Made for me to be used.â You manage to make a strangled noise which only leads to more saliva dripping down your chin. And then he smiles, Dave actually smiles at the sight of you choking on his cock and youâre ashamed that youâre so turned on by his dominant behavior.
The hand in your hair loosens his grip and he starts to caress your face, his dick still balls deep down your throat.
âAre you wet baby?â
You try to nod.
âDo you want me to show you what Iâve planned for this little pussy of yours?â
You nod a little bit harder.
âAre you gonna be a good girl for me and take what Iâll give to you?â
Nod.
Then Dave finally slides his cock out of your mouth and you instantly gasp for air. He helps you to stand up and you lean breathless against the door behind you.
âTake your clothes off!â Dave commands and you obey his command without hesitation. Once youâre just in your stockings, heâs satisfied.
âHow do you want me?â Itâs the first time youâve spoken in the last half an hour and your throat feels raw.
Daveâs thumb gathers the saliva on your chin and let you lick it off him while he studies your face. âLay down on the bed, make yourself comfortable while I take my closes off.â
You watch him while you lay on your back. He methodically strips down and drapes his clothes over a chair. Heâs gorgeous you think to yourself. His shoulders are broad, his back muscular and the the gentle curve of his stomach makes him so fucking sexy. His still erected dick bobs proudly between his hairy thighs when he walks over to the bed.
âSpread those beautiful legs for me.â
You do what he wants and see how he licks his lips at the sight of your glistening folds.
âTouch yourself. Spread your pussy and let me see.â His voice is deep, so much deeper than it was at the bar.
You let your hand trace over your mound and use two fingers to spread your pussy lips. You can hear the wet sound theyâre making and Dave bites his bottom lip at the view in front of him. He sits down on the bed right between your legs and caresses your lower leg. He watches as you start to stroke gentle circles over your clit and you got the feeling he wonât touch you tonight. But you know thatâs all a part of his game, so you go on further and let one finger slide into your wet hole.
Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of some relief and you feel the hand on your leg grip you harder.
âEyes on me baby. And now add a second finger.â
You obey.
âGood girl. Now edge yourself. Show me what you need.â
You moan as you add a third finger and pump them in and out of your soaked pussy. You curl them to find the perfect spot inside of you and whimper when you almost reach it.
Dave chuckles. âNeedy little thing! Need my long fingers to make you come?â
You look at him breathless. âYes! Fuck yes, please touch me Dave.â
He lets his hand wander over the soft skin of your leg and you shudder while your still fucking yourself. Dave lowers his head and you can feel his hot breath on your wet skin. His hand grabs your wrist then and you stop moving. He lets your fingers slowly glide out of your pussy just to stick them into his mouth. Dave hums at the taste of you and licks every inch clean. âFucking delicious.â
The feeling of his fingers inside of you and his mouth on your clit is what throws you finally over the edge. He has you pinned down on the mattress with one hand flat on your stomach, your back arches and youâre moaning -no screaming- out of pleasure.
âDamn!â Daveâs groaning while he curls his fingers against your g spot again and again. âLet it all out baby. I can feel it. Give it to me. COME ON!â You donât know what he means and canât tell if itâs still the same orgasm or another one. But the knot in your lower belly bursts again and you have the most intense feeling of your whole life. You gush all over Daves hand and forearm while you ride your orgasm. He pants little praises between your legs and looks like he also canât believe what he just coaxed out of you.
âFucking hell, this was the sexiest thing Iâve ever seen.â
âIâŚI donât knowâŚIâve neverâŚâ You are speechless and totally overwhelmed by the whole situation.
A harsh slap on your thigh gets you finally back to earth and Dave is already back to âbusinessâ.
âHands and knees! Turn around, I want to watch us in the mirror.â
You do as youâre told, facing the mirror at the other side of the bed. Dave smacks your ass cheeks hard and you yell at the pain.
âNeed to fuck this pussy so bad.â You feel the hot head of his cock on your entrance for just a second before he enters you with one brutally thrust. You have to time to adjust to his length, he just slams into you again and again. The sound of wet skin slapping on wet skin fills the room completely and you whimper because he doesnât seem to give you a break. His hand slaps your ass again and you swear youâll see his hand imprinted on your skin for the next weeks. A reminder of what a horrible person you are.
Just like he could read your mind, Dave puts his hand around your neck from behind and pulls you up so that your back is right against his sweaty chest. He doesn't even stammer in his movements and fucks relentless into you while he locks his eyes with yours through the mirror. Youâre looking totally destroyed, your hair is a mess, make up all over your face.
Then Dave squeezes your throat "Look at you little slut. Fucking your client's husband. Does that make you horny, huh?â
You widen your eyes in shock.
He knows. How? Why?
Your body reacts in its own way, squeezing his cock deep inside of you, which elicits a loud moan from Dave. He smiles mischievously while brutally pounding into you. The vein in his neck is prominent, his hair sticks to his forehead with sweat. One hand is still on your throat, the other is squeezing your tit.
"Do you do that with all the men you're supposed to seduce? Filthy little slut!"
You notice the sweat running down your back, it's suddenly much too warm in the room. Youâre thirsty, so fucking thirsty. The sounds your bodies make are obscene but such a turn on.
You try to shake your head but the grip on your throat is so strong. You can't speak, you can't breathe. For a moment you think Dave is choking you to death. That's it. It was clear that the job would eventually be fatal for you. You've never slept with one of the men, even if so many of them wanted to. But Dave, fuck, he's so different. You hear and feel his breath in your ear, he grunts.
Just as the edge of your vision turns black, he finally takes his hand from your throat. You take a deep breath, your lungs are hurting and before you can think straight again flips Dave you onto your back and is inside your pussy within seconds.
The new angle lets you see stars. The only thing you can do is to take it. Take every inch he has to offer, every thrust he gives you.
You donât dare to close your eyes, you know that he wants you to see him. Thereâs a droplet of sweat running down his forehead and dripping on you.
âFuck DaveâŚâ
He brings both of you to to the edge within a few thrusts and then he starts to praise you again when he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder.
ââŚso good to meâŚâ
ââŚso beautifulâŚâ
ââŚhow should I keep being a faithful husband when you come around and try to seduce me?â
ââŚlove this pussyâŚâ
ââŚtaking me so goodâŚâ
ââŚmade for meâŚâ
You feel your orgasm rushing right to you with every word heâs saying. It feels so good that he gives you the feeling that youâre not that bad as you think you are.
He commands you to come when he feels your walls flutter around him and follows you right over the edge with your name on his lips. Dave grabs your thigh hard, his other hand on the base of your neck. Hot spurs of his cum coat your insides and you can feel him trembling while he still rocks into you in a slower rhythm. Heâs never closed his eyes for just a second, he watches you the whole time.
You look at each other for a long moment, searching for breath before he pulls his softening cock out of you with a hiss.
You roll on your side while Dave goes into the bathroom and when he comes back with a wet towel to clean you up, youâre already almost asleep. Dave drapes the blanket over your naked form and looks at your beautiful face.
He smiles, of course he knew that you would come after him sooner or later, he knows everything Carol is doing with her phone and notebook. What he hasnât got planned is that he couldnât resist you. He wanted to give Carol the feeling that heâs faithful, stop all her doubts. He failed.
The bed is cold and empty when you wake up the next morning. Youâre not surprised to be honest, but it stings a little bit though.
You watch yourself in the mirror while you wash your face. Guilt overcomes you. What have you done? You fucked a married man. Red lipstick is still smeared all around your mouth and you rub almost furious to get rid of it. He didnât even kiss you. The thought enters your mind like a parasite. He just used your for his pleasure, all that meant nothing to him. A single tear runs down your face. But then you remember his eyes, how he looked at you, how your name on his lips sounded when he came. Heâs a cheater. He has a wife!
You walk to the table to get your mobile phone so that you can call Carol and tell her what an asshole her husband is. Thereâs a piece of paper lying next to it.
You read the note with your phone on your ear.
Same hotel room.
In two weeks.
- D
âHello?â
âCarol? Hi itâs meâŚ..I just want to tell you that everythingâs fine.â
âOh thank you so much. You can not imagine how happy I am.â She sighs and you can feel her smile through the phone.
âYeah, you can be proud to have such a great husband.â
You turn the piece of paper around. Thereâs another note.
Wear that red lipstick again.
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Kinktober - Day Seven: Somnophilia.
Dave York Ă F! Reader.
Summary: Dave wakes you up in the most delicious way.
Warning: Fic contains consensual somnophilia.
Word Count: 654!
A/N: Prompt from @absurdthirstâs list! And a massive thank you to Keri for helping out where I was stuck. Hope yâall enjoy.
The rise and fall of your chest paired with the soft moans of his name made his entire body shiver. Youâre asleep, and youâre clearly dreaming about him, his name and the most delicious noises slip from your lips with ease as he watches your lips curl up into the most beautiful smile.
With your chest pressed up against his he can feel every breath you take, each breath gently coating his skin and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He tries to ignore the way his cock twitches against his stomach, hard and crying out for some relief as you tempt him sweetly in your sleep.
You had spoken about it before after Dave had teased the way you moan his name in your sleep, and he affectionately began referring to you as his dirty little temptress and thatâs when you started to plead with him⌠âYou have my consent,â you murmured against his lips, âAwake, asleep⌠whenever. Fuck, Dave, I want you to wake me up just to overwhelm me⌠Just to take what you need from me.â
Your words feel like ice water being dumped over him as he replays them over and over, he had considered it before yes, but tonight he isnât sure he has the strength to deny himself.
He gives himself a few tugs, swiping his thumb over the head and massaging the droplets of precum that had started to drip into his shaft before sighing loudly and replaying those delicious words. âYou have my consent.â
He reaches over and gently drags a finger through your slit, groaning at just how wet you are from dreaming about him alone.
He knows that heâs too thick to just slip himself in, even with the amount of slick dripping from you. He turns himself slightly and then slowly presses a finger inside of you, pumping it softly over and over before curling it up against that spongy spot. The moment you stir, he freezes, letting a few moments pass by before resuming his motions.
His cock twitches impatiently as your moans fall more freely, and his name is the only word left to hang in the air. He twists his wrist a little more as your walls flutter against his digit, before adding a second and then a third and pumping them faster and faster until you clamp down and cry out so beautifully in your sleep.
Comfortable that youâre stretched out enough to fit him, he coats his cock in the arousal you dripped down his fingers and his hand. Dave slowly brings himself closer to you, dragging the tip of him through your folds just to hear you cry out again, before pressing himself against your entrance.
With the softest snap of his hips he pushes just the tip inside of you, studying your face before slowly inching himself in until youâre filled with him. He moves your leg a little higher and starts to rock back and forth, hissing as he finally gets a little relief as your walls flutter against him.
He groans your name as he starts to build up his pace, needing you to wake, so he can capture your lips and steal your breath in more ways than just one. âBaby,â he growls against your ear, and groans as you just stir again, âFuck, baby,â he growls from behind his teeth before fucking you even harder.
His cock shreds up something devastating inside of you, and you wake with a scream of his name, clamping down and flooding his cock with your cum as he smashes his lips against yours.
Groaning in relief as he stiffens, filling you with his cum in thick ropes. You had told him that he could wake you up to overwhelm you and from the dazed look of bliss on your face, it had been a hell of a wake up alarm.
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Free the Titty, Protect the City
Pairing: Dave York x Italian! Serial Killer! House-Wife! Female Reader
CW: Serial Killer! Female Reader, Reader is described as: Italian, Curvaceous, plus-sized, and taller than the average woman, swearing, assault (Not Dave). Smut implications. Wife lover Dave. Age Gap (Reader is 36 and Dave is 43.)
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Word Count: 3554
Divider Credit: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics
Summary: âCuore mio. I would never.â you cooed softly, trying to ease his temper into a lull.Â
Your secret basement lab was off-limits to all, which Dave found amusing. Initially suspicious of his intentions, you feared he'd uncover your sadistic leanings when you began dating. Keeping him in the dark seemed best. You didnât know if you had a future with him then. How would you know?
When he assumed you were cheating on him with another man? You were confused. Baffled. Cheating? He thinks you are a cheater? A strange pull to your heart strings which you couldnât quite grasp. âCuore mio. I would never.â you cooed softly, trying to ease his temper into a lull.Â
You never cheated on any of your previous partners or thought about cheating on them either. It was a moral line you, ironically, never crossed or finding yourself wanting to. His accusation was absurd to you. But for him? An anxious man whoâs been cheated on by his first wife?Â
Had you not been a dutiful wife to him? Where did the suspicion come from? Who hurt you to react this way? You wanted to know. Not like in the movies, where the man or the woman coaxes him into answering the question. You werenât the type to want answers.
Attracted by your physique, they ventured into your psyche. Your distinct humour and literary choices unveiled your 'non-conformity', leaving them scared and retreating with 'it's me' excuses, knowing you're the one who spooked them. Indeed, your innate nature has always been to avoid attachment easily, especially since empathy eludes you.
Dave noticed your absurdist book collection, taxidermy in the bedroom, specialised kitchen knives, and the deadbolt-secured doors, including the basement's charcoal-painted, keyhole-less entry, reflecting your preference for simplicity and obscurity. You wish your methods were obsolete, like the forgotten ancestors. But your job was never done. Never finished. Never completed.
He noticed your odd meat-handling, three pet bunnies with a complex living space, and your surprisingly quick dissection skills, until 'SeĂąores Whiskers'' death revealed your deep emotional bond. 'Never again', you decided. Oddly comforting for someone emotionally, mentally disconnected from feeling empathy for people. Animals. Innate, utter purity in innocence.
He found your peculiarities fascinating, not frightening, especially your secret lab. You liked his non-invasive curiosity; it was charming, hinting at his own hidden secrets. To this day, he remains ratherâŚ..tight-lipped about it all. Though, his ex keeps interfering, claiming Dave's relationship with you is just to spite her.
âI had a visit from your ex-wife this morning.â you mentioned offhanded. âShe had a few lovely words about my work. Said you were wasting your time here and to, and I quote, âWasting your time here. You can do better. You know you can.â Whatâs her problem with me?â
Oddly bemused by her audacity at the time. Amused at her bravery to lurk in the depths of your domain like the sweet smelling prey she is. Taking a sip of your tea each time, she made the excuse of, âyou are not woman enough for a man like Daveâ.Â
âHer words just entertain me,â you said with a smirk. âFortunately, she lost interest quickly, gave a strained 'goodbye', and left shortly after my mail was returned. Strangely, she accused me of conducting sex work in the officeâquite the precise allegation. Not quite sure what of the reaction she wanted.â
âI told her. Iâm certain Dave would have a few lovely words to say if I decided to take up a second career. Especially one soâŚ..involved as that. She says, âDave wouldnât notice if you were to take it up as a hobby rather than a second career, big money to be made there for someone built like youâ.â
Her blunt comment on your sex work potential, both before and post-marriage, was inappropriate. Dealing with the constant chest ogling is tough. Dave's change was surprisingly welcome, as it was really your past performance remark that swayed him. You knew his cheating ex-wife wouldnât have taken the divorce laying down.Â
Despite the fact she took her co-workerâs dick laying down? The irony wasnât lost on you.
You knew his wife had a thing for stirring up trouble however she could. Blaming it on the âlack of affectionâ and the âdistanceâ in the marriage. She had a gut twisting knack for putting words into peopleâs mouths and twisting them into a reality she found joy living inside. You would be turned on by her insistence if it weren't for the fact she tried forcing herself on your husband the other night.
A pity you didnât know sheâd be at that dinner party, let alone invited to it, and if you did know? You would have warned him prior. He would have been prepared for her presence, and he would have known just what to do to stay far away from her.Â
You would arrive in time to take him further away from his ex-wifeâs grasp, straight into yours. Like a warm embrace. A hopeful lullaby. A sworn promise to keep her where she belongs. Outside looking in. seething in jealous anger. He wouldnât take her back again. He wasnât foolish enough to make the same mistake twice. Especially when his kids to his ex-wife turned out not to be his in the first place. Years of being a father to children which werenât even his to begin with.
Years of lies and torment from a woman he thought loved him. Her excuses for what she had done didnât deter him from his decision to divorce her a year later. His life was in pieces before he met you. His mentor died, his marriage ended, and his daughters weren't his.
You frowned hearing his car pull up late one night, you pulled on a dark brown bathrobe and charcoal bunny slippers. As the doorbell button was pressed half a million times. At least it sounded like it was.Â
Dave had returned home with a bruised eye and a torn shirt. He didnât say much, but the rage in his voice spoke volumes. He had always been a gentle giant, but something about his ex brought out a side of him that was eerily similar to yours. It was almost as if you both had a beast locked up in a cage, only hers was desperate to break free and ruin everything.
âWho touched you?â you asked, pulling him inside. âWho hurt you?âÂ
Dave looked into your eyes, before he could say anything else, you asked another question âShe didnât touch you, did she?âÂ
âIt wasnât her.â he answered gruffly, his voice strained. His eyes not meeting your own.
You ran him a nice hot bath, while you made him a mug of tea as Dave recounted his night in the bar. He was talking to the bartender one moment and the next he was pulled into an alley way in the back of the bar. Her new boyfriend is pummelling a new hole into his face.Â
You remarked, âCazzo. I didnât think her new boyfriend would be so violent. Let alone so willing to feed into her âŚâŚdelusions. Sheâs got him wrapped around her finger tighter than a bow on a wedding present or a noose around a neck.âÂ
Your hunch is telling you. Screaming at you. âSheâs becoming too much of a problemâ. The senses, your intuition, is rarely ever wrong about these things. Serving to keep you from getting caught for this long. You had to put a stop to this. Long before you lose Dave to death or worse, get you caught.
"It's okay, Dave," you murmur, caressing his bruised cheek. A surprising warmth fills your chest, a protective urge likely born from shared pain or fear of losing your newfound joy to her. Scared to lose a loving home life you lavishly maintained with all your efforts.Â
Mind racing, calculating, listening. The urge to act on your urge to silence her gnawed at your gut, insides and right down to your very core. âLet me take care of it.â you whispered. The tone of your voice, steady and storm-calming, could also veil the darkest intentions. But Dave?Â
Dave wasnât content with just letting you waltz off into the dark by yourself. In this case, literally, grabbing you by your waist into your bedroom, peeling off your crimson red silk blouse. Revealing your floral bra beneath.
âYouâre not going anywhere, youâre not getting involved with her again,â he says sternly, his voice a mix of fear and anger.
âBut sheâs not going to stop pestering you.â you respond, your frown deepening, feeling his grip tighten.
Dave's gaze met yours as the storm in his eyes calmed. "You're right. I'll handle it. Let me talk to her," he said gruffly, determination seeping into his voice.
"If it were anyone else, I would say no." you whispered, caressing his bruised cheek, the warmth beneath his stubble comforting. His weary gaze spoke volumes of his burden. With a sigh, you yield to his desires for the moment, the fear of Dave's potential harm chilling your thoughts. âPromise me, you'll be careful.â
âBut Iâm not anyone else now, am I?â Dave says, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips despite the bruise darkening his eye. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and squeezing gently. âI can handle her.â
He unhooks your bra, the fabric gliding off your shoulders like a whisper. His fingers drifting to your neck, leaving a trail of warmth as he kissed you. The fear, anger and the frustration momentarily melting away into a quiet lullaby.
You both knew it wasnât a good idea to let her get under your skin. To let her dictate your moves. But she is a persistent bug. A fly buzzing around shit, never realizing how much of it sheâs swimming in. Until hopefully she figures it out and backed off.Â
But, like a resilient bug, she is. You doubt she would take the hint easily. A strong word might shake her a little. Make her go off course and into a different path, or it could just as easily make her headstrong. Either way, it meant some kind of trouble. You just didnât know how much trouble it would be until it actually happened.
As Dave bathed in the masterâs bedroom's ensuite, you were on your laptop looking up her background to figure out what kind of woman her ex-wife is. You werenât getting involved? Sure. But he didnât say you couldnât do a background check on the woman to know who you were dealing with.Â
And as much as you would have loved to have the cold steel confidence your husband possessed in spades. You knew it would have been cause for you to tread far, far more carefully now. Double down on your own efforts in keeping up appearances.Â
âAvoid trouble or there is going to be troubleâ is what your older brother would tell you.Â
But trouble was your middle name. You thrived on it, like a plant thrives in the sun. You liked to stir the pot, watch the chaos unfold. But it was different when it came to your family. Your heart, your soulmate. You couldnât watch him be torn apart by someone who had no right to even look at him.
Her name is Rachel Greaves MacDonald. A while ago, she was Rachael Greaves York. A part-time consultant for a law firm near the diner you used to work at. Her history came out clean in the years prior to her marriage to Dave. But it shifted slightly in the year before they were officially married.
One assault charge, two charges of petty theft, a restraining order against a former partner she was seeing while she was dating Dave, and a history of manipulation that could put a seasoned politician to shame. Rachel Greaves MacDonald had a past that was as murky as the waters of the Mississippi. You felt a chill down your spine as you read through the articles and police reports. Her ability to charm and deceive was almost admirable. Almost.
Rachel had a past, but it was the present that had you worried. You felt your heart sink as you read through the details. The ex-wife had always had a vendetta against you, but now you were seeing her true colours. The kind of person who didnât just stir trouble, but revelled in it.
You printed out a copy of her details and placed into your filing cabinet at the end of stairs by the basement door. Easier to store files pertaining toâ people of interestâ there rather than inside a basement where you took lives. Especially when you promised not to get involved personally.Â
Easier said than done when your mind is whirling out of control, your husband is assaulted in the back alley of a bar and your temper skyrockets because you know for a fact the police wonât do anything because it was a âcivil matterâ before.Â
Now, Dave could have him on assault charges, but that wonât help him deal with his ex-wife now, would it? It would only âstrengthenâ whatever amount of resolve the woman might have. While you continued to ponder a way to get back at them without stepping over the boundaries your husband laid out for you. Calculating what kind of risk it would be to contact a private investigator to look into Rachelâs boyfriend.Â
Any amount of dirt on him should be worth something, right?Â
You werenât the one for gambling and despite your uncanny amount of luck, you didnât find joy in being right about something or anything related to deep dark secrets or dark familial ones either.
âI know the sound of that pacing dear,â Dave called out to you from the bathroom, he knew what you were thinking about doing, and he knew how your mind worked by now, âYouâre thinking about going after Rachel again, arenât you?â
âNoâŚ.and yes. Iâm actually thinking about the guy sheâs dating, something about the guy just doesnât sit well with me.â you answered, placing the nail of your thumb between your lips as you bit down a little in frustration. âIt feels too convenient for my liking. Before you ward me off. Iâm not going to do anything.â
âIâm half tempted to hire a PI to look into the guy.â you added in, sitting back at your desk in the master bedroom. The place where you wrote your letters to your mother and your father. And until recently your friend, a private investigator who looked into people you were suspicious of.Â
While you were busying yourself with writing a letter to your long time friend, Dave? Well, he wasnât idle, either. As it turns out, he had every intention of confronting Rachel himself. âSpread âem.â he whispered into your ear as his hands and his finger worked their way to your skirtâs belt.
Spread your legs? Well, donât say more, youâre willing enough already. He didnât even have to repeat himself. âLook at that, wet for me already?â he whispered into your ear. Caressing your plush velvet soft thighs like they were dough needing to be kneaded.Â
You werenât slim, slender nor were you, petite or dainty. Your body, in its curvaceous, shapely, well-endowed and rubensesque. Wide hips, a voluptuous arse, buxom chest and a mythic waist. Not tiny, mind you, but it was still surprising how quickly he could have you bent over the desk, your skirt hiked up, and your panties shoved aside. His hand was rough, but firm and steady, like he knew exactly how to handle you.
It was a body that could crush men like the very bones you studied and dissected in your basement lab. Yet, it was a body that could also cradle the love and warmth of a man like Dave, who had seen the worst in humanity and still found a spark in you.
âMm, I knew you'd be like this,â Dave murmured as he kissed down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You felt a shiver run through you, the anticipation of his touch making your body respond in a way that was entirely foreign to your usual cold demeanour.
You leaned back into his embrace, his strong arms wrapping around you, his hands moving to cup your breasts. His thumbs grazed your sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Despite your best efforts to maintain your Stoic façade, a soft moan escaped your lips.
Dave's touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the fiery rage he had shown earlier. It was as if the heat of your passion was the only thing able to melt the ice queen you had become. The room grew hotter with every caress, and your thoughts of Rachel and her antics grew dimmer.
You let out a gasp as his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding their way into your wetness. You hadnât realised how much you needed this, the distraction from the dark thoughts plaguing you. His other hand slipped into your hair, pulling your head back as he kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth.
Your body responding eagerly to his touch, his caresses, his everything. The desk creaks as his cock fills you completely, groaning under the pressure of the combined weight of your body and his. As he continues to thrust inside your sopping wet cunt. Feeling alive, in completely total bliss, if there was a hell. Then you must be in heaven.Â
The passion between the two of you burned hotter than a furnace and breathed life into what was your cold existence you have lived in long before. Your body gave way, letting him control the pace, you loved when he took control like this. It set a fire to your insides and made you feel much younger than you were.
To take control, a rare surrender for someone like you. Your hips moved in sync with his, the slap of flesh echoing through the room, a rhythm seeming to pulse in time with your racing heartbeat. He was about to put his child inside you. Make you too busy to even think about Rachel, her boyfriend, or anyone who wasnât important enough to keep inside your life.
The chaos they bring with them wasnât worth the amount of love heâs giving you. Not even half of the deposit of your house level of worth. Your resolve slowly, yet surely slipped far away into the quiet night and the thoughts you had about Rachel? Muddled. Churned. Washed away into the deep void of forgetting and misremembering.Â
It was a drug which hits you harder no matter how much you didnât think you needed it. The pent-up energy released in ways which kept you coming back for more. Each thrust, each gasp of pleasure, each bead of sweat rolling down your back. All of it felt like a silent symphony playing to the beat of your racing heart.
You were going to be well-bred like the soft rabbit he pictures you as. Despite the soft bunnies hopping around the yard. Which were innate in purity. You cared for them because, who else would? They were the closest things to having children for a good while. Which Dave admitted being slightly strange, but he also knew it wasnât the same as human children.
But when you explained your track record of previous relationships as the reason why you got them? His eyes had lit up, a spark of something you hadnât seen in a while. Hope? Fear? You werenât quite sure. But it was a spark nonetheless.
They were small, defenseless creatures, and you found them because a child got them for Easter or something. Decided they didnât want them anymore and threw them out into the alley, where you found them, half-dead and starving. You were having a bad day when you found them. But your heart broke more than you thought when you saw them.Â
You softly muttered in Italian to the bunnies, âNon lascerò che nessuno ti faccia del maleâ. I won't let anyone hurt you.Â
Dave knew they were important to you from the moment you spoke of them on your first date. How you were adamant on taking care of them, spoiling them like they were your human children, and how much it meant to you when he helped build their fancy hutch outside.
âIâll be careful. I promise.â he murmured into your ear, his hand slipping away from your neck to trace the curve of your cheek. âBut you know I can handle myself. Iâve seen worse than her.â
You knew that. Of course, you knew he had. You wouldnât be who you are if you didnât worry about his safety now would you?
But as he said that, the sound of his cock slapping into your wet cunt grew louder. You couldnât help but let out a soft whine, your walls tightening around his length as he continued to pound into you from behind.
âYouâre mine,â he grunted into your ear, breath hot and ragged, âMINE.â His words, both a declaration of war and proclamation wrapped with a bow of passion.
The kind you werenât going to give up.
Ever.
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Til Death Do Us Part
Pairing: Dave York x fem!reader (Mr & Mrs Smith AU) Rating: General Warnings: none? Word Count: 620 A/N: first thing I wrote in like a year. So do what you will with that. Was inspired by the new amazon series, go watch if you haven't already!! Will there be more? Maybe. Maybe not. Enjoy! Credits to the gif makers.
Dave forgot just how much he loathed flying.Â
Not that he was afraid of heights or anything, it was a simple matter of not being in control. Should anything go to shit, there was nothing he could really do to stop it. Youâre more likely to die in a car accident compared to a plane but if he was required to take down an enemy on a flight and things got choppy? He was useless. Unless he learned how to fly a plane. Surely, that wouldnât be expected of him, would it? He wasnât entirely positive about that.Â
Dave glances out of the window once more, admiring the cloudless sky. It looked like he felt, bare.Â
He had survived the accident, the fall and decided that instead of putting the girls and Carol through all that hell, he remained dead. They would receive his pension, life insurance and be set for life. That was the one thing he was proud of outside of everything else. He didnât want to hurt or kill Mac but that was the name of the game. Mac was once his friend. He realized that this life wasnât for making friends, though. The lonelier, the better.Â
A stewardess arrives in the main cabin, rolling out a small beverage cart.Â
âGood evening! We are about to begin our descent so I wanted to grant any last minute refreshment requests.âÂ
Dave admired her pretty teeth for a second too long before answering. âIâm fine, thank you.âÂ
She nods and turns to her cart to grab a tiny silver platter. Placing it delicately on the table in front of him, she folds her gloved hands together.Â
âThank you for flying with us this evening, we hoped you enjoyed your trip. The plane will land at approximately 6:37 pm, Central European Standard Time. You will find a wardrobe through those doors,â she gestures towards the back of the plane. âThe event is a black tie affair, so please dress accordingly. Welcome to Paris, Mr. Smith.âÂ
Oh.Â
Right.
He wasnât Dave York anymore, he was now John Smith.Â
John opens the silver platter carefully only to find a folded paper underneath. His instructions were clear.Â
Find Jane.
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Stockholm's Syndrome
Chapter 4
Pairing: Dave York x female reader.
Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.
â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸Warning! This is a fic about Dave York. Dave York comes with his own warning so do not say I didn't warn you. â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸
Words: about 2K
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Dave had texted you the night of your birthday party, as he said he would. And over the last few days, you had texted each other every now and then. Mostly him asking what you were doing, though you were sure he somehow knew exactly what you were up to, almost at all hours of the day. Or you asked how his day was going and or if he wanted to stop by later that night. Most nights, he would stop by, either for a quick fuck but sometimes he would fuck you slowly and for hours. Learning what made you moan and what made you scream out his name louder than you had before. And he loved to make you scream; it seemed to only spur him on and fuck you harder and faster, or slower and deeper. Not that you were complaining. He always left you satiated and tired. But he did always leave. He never stayed the night. And you were too chicken shit to ask him to. Because hearing him say no would probably hurt more than him leaving after he had fucked you senseless.
Yet again, it had been a few days since you had seen Dave; he had said he would be going away for a few days, but that didn't stop you from missing him. You missed him more than you should have. You had tried not to fall for him; you really had. But it had been futile to resist. He consumed your every waking hour. You found yourself daydreaming about him on numerous occasions.
Even as you were walking down the aisles of the grocery store, you thought about what it would be like to be walking next to him, picking out items to put in the basket for you to go home together and cook a meal before devouring each other afterwards. Against your better judgment, you pulled out your phone and sent him a quick text. It couldnât hurt now, could it?
When will you be back?
A low buzzing sound sounded out from an aisle or two behind you. And for a split second, you hoped he was there at the store, but you shook your head as if to clear that silly thought out of your mind. He wasn't here; why would he be here? Your phone pinged, and you scrambled to open the text message, hoping it was from Dave.
Sooner than you think. Be patient.
A big smile spread across your lips as you read the text over and over. Your only thought was, how soon was soon? But you refrained from sending another text asking just that question and put the phone back in your purse as you walked into the next aisle.
Stopping in front of the shampoo section, you couldn't reach the higher shelf where your favorite shampoo was. It never failed to surprise you why they insisted on putting it so goddamn high up! It wasnât like you were abnormally short. You were 5 feet, 3 inches. That wasnât short. But they insisted on stocking some of your most parched items on the highest shelves. And it never ceased to annoy the living hell out of you. You were just about to give up or maybe even climb the shelf when you felt a presence behind you, but you didnât need to turn around to know who it was. You already knew exactly who was standing behind you. He moved closer until he was flushed up against your back, his cologne wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you leaned back onto him as his hands snaked their way around your waist. His hard cock pressed against your ass. And a smile spread across your lips just at the thought of him getting hard at the sight of your back. Sure, the short sundress you had on probably helpedâprobably not a dress to be going shopping in at this time of the dayâbut it had been another excruciatingly hot day, and even wearing only this, sweat still coated your skin. The only slight reprieve from the heat was being in the AC-controlled store.
âDid you miss me?â He asked, his voice low, and his breath fanned over my neck and left side of my face as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss just below my ear. He groaned in your ear and pushed himself harder into you. Letting you feel his hard cock pressing into you. A soft moan slipped from your lips.
âYes,â you said, already breathless and your breathing becoming labored. Just having him close to you again, you sighed a breath of relief. âWhat are you doing here?â You asked and turned your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder.
âI had to see you. I just got back into town. Now be a good girl and donât move.â One of his hands slid from your waist down to your thigh. The store wasnât that crowded, but there were still some people walking up and down the aisles. You wondered if you should tell him to stop. But the idea of getting caughtâthe idea of him taking you right then and thereâwas too thrilling to refuse. Not that you were sure you even had it in you to refuse him. If this was what he wanted, then this was what he would get.
 You spread your legs slightly as his hand moved up your thigh, closer to your aching core. Where you needed his touch the most. His finger grazed over your clothed pussy, and he pressed down on your clit, causing a moan to escape your lips.
âWe donât want to attract any attention and get kicked out before Iâve made you cum, now do we?â He asked, his lips closed to your ear, and his teeth grazed gently along your ear. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin at the sound of his voice and the way his fingers kept sliding up and down your pussy. You could feel the wetness growing on your panties as your slick began to trickle out of you. He had you turned on and wet beyond normal within mere seconds.
âNo. Iâll be good. I promise.â You vowed. Sliding your panties to the side, he let one finger slide in between your wet lips.
âAlready so wet. Fuck, this turns you on, doesnât it? You want me to fuck you here in this store right now, donât you? His voice was low and almost threatening, but it was like music to your ears. That was exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You needed to feel him inside of you now. You didn't want to wait until you got back to your apartment, or fuck even out to his car if he had it parked out back. You needed him to take you here now, with the risk of getting caught only spurring you on.
âYes, please, Dave, fuck me here, now,â you pleaded with him. Begged him to give you what you so desperately needed.
âYouâre so goddamn filthy and depraved, and I fucking love it. Bend over and show me that sweet ass of yours, and I'll bury my cock in your deliciously tight pussy.â Without any protest, you did as he asked, bending over slightly and pushing your ass out and into his now rock-hard cock that was pressing against his lacks.
As one hand kept sliding up and down your slit and every now and then pressed against your throbbing clit, his other hand left your waist and you heard the telltale sound of a zipper being unzipped before he lined himself up with your hole and pushed all the way inside in one slow thrust.
You gripped the shelf in front of you for support as he began to move in and out while his fingers still pressed and circled your clit. The tightness within began to build fast. And you knew he would have you cum within mere moments.
âSay my name,â he demanded, his voice strained from thrusting into you hard and slow and from him holding back. âTell me who makes you feel this good.â
âYou, oh fuck. You Dave, only you,â and that was the truth. Ever since your first encounter, you hadnât even looked at another man and found them attractive. All you ever thought about was Dave. How he knew just how to make you melt into putty in his hands. How he managed to make you do things you had secretly always wanted to do but had always been too afraid to ask for with any previous partner. He just knew what you wanted and needed without you having to ask.
âFuck, your sweet pussy is squeezing me so damn tight. Iâm going to need you to cum. I wonât last long.â His hot breath on your neck as he kept thrusting into you in slow and hard thrusts was like throwing gasoline on an already smoldering fire. âCum for me, baby.â
That last sentenceâhim calling you baby and him pressing down while circling your clit is what finally sent you. The rush of sensation hit you hard and fast as you came. You bit down on your lower lip to keep from screaming out his name. Though you were sure he would have loved that. You, however, would have never been able to show your face at this store again, and it was the one closest to your apartment.
âFuuuck!â He gasped and pushed as deep into you as he could, and then he came too. Pouring himself into you. His cock twitched a few times before he stilled, and he leaned his head against your shoulder as he breathed slowly. âYou will be the death of me.â
He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants after he had repositioned your panties back into place. You turned around to finally look at him.
âMe? You are the one who snuck up on me while I was just minding my business, shopping,â you said, smiling sweetly at him. âHow is it that you knew exactly where I was, by the way?"
âI may have put in a tracker on your phone,â he confessed. He looked you up and down before meeting your eyes. You didnât care that he had done that; to be honest, the moment you realized he was behind you, that had been your first thoughtâthat he may have actually been spying on you and keeping track of you. And you found it cute in a sick and twisted way. But then again, nothing about whatever this was that you had with Dave was normal by any measure.
âHmm⌠I thought you might have.â
âYouâre not pissed?â He asked and looked at you, almost shocked. Like he had expected you to lose your marbles when you found out.
âNope, and just so you know, I found the cameras in my apartment too, and no, Iâm not mad about them either. I find it kind of endearing that you went through all that trouble just so that you could keep an eye on me.â You wanted him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you did not care or were mad at him about it all. No matter how messed up it all was or how you two had stumbled upon each other, you were glad you had.
âWow, youâre almost as fucked up as me, arenât you?"
âAlmost,â you agreed.
He grabbed your hand and started to pull out towards the exit.
âBut my groceries!â You called out.
âFuck the groceries. You can come back tomorrow and finish your shopping. Iâm taking you out to dinner, then weâre going back to your place, where I tend to have my desert in private."He smirked at you as he looked behind him to see your reaction. A big smile grew on your lips as he continued to pull you by your hand out of the store and over to where his car was parked.
When he reached his car, he walked with you over to the passenger side and opened the door for you.
âSuch a gentle man,â you mocked, but not in a mean way. In a playful way. Because the first time he put you in his car, you had been unconscious. And you were almost sure he had put you in the trunk that night.
"Oh, I most definitely am not, most of the time. But for you, I am willing to make an exception,â he replied with that half smirk upon his lips that sent a shiver down your spine and had your body humming again. Desperate and wanting for more and anything this man would give you. And now he wanted to take you out for dinner. But after that, you were sure he was going to give you the best night of your life.
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Handy
A Dave York Fic
Day 17 of Pedrotober (Arm Sling Prompt)
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You wait half of Pedrotober for a Dave Fic & you get 2 in 4 days. Thank you all for the love of the first one by the way. Every time Iâve picked up my phone itâs said someone has liked & reblogged it. It really means the world. Also Dave the only one other than Ezra who we might find in an arm sling.
Synopsis:- Daves most recent injury from a mission isnât one you can resolve, without going to hospital.
Word count:- 1250
Warnings over & above:- oral sex (female receiving) fingering, rule breaking, injury detail, meds, swearing & as always DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Cos heâs a menace & controlling
Thanks as always for the read peoples. Hope you are loving this & thats @norththelemon & @alyssamariag for the prompts.
Youâre sat in the emergency room waiting for ages. He hates it when you force him to do this. Heâs usually certain you can resolve any medical issue he has. But when his shoulder wouldnât pop back into its socket at all, you had to get some trained medical help for him. It was easy to explain that he âfell through the fenceâ, it would match the scars on that side of the fence that youâd badly sorted out as he sat there groaning about his shoulder. Looked like youâd done your wife duty for your husband patching him up. But the shoulder wouldnât go. So now Dave is getting the best care available. At least itâs not a bullet that you have to explain. No longer are you squeamish, blood & stiches are now at least a monthly occurrence.
Out he step 5 hours later, your bad stitching redone, his arm in a dark blue sling. A few more bruises have come through but other than that, heâs still your menacingly handsome Dave York.
âTadahâ He states & tryâs to stretch but winces, clearly still in some pain. âGood as newâ
âWell next time baby if you pop your shoulder out weâre coming straight here.â He raises an eyebrow at you & you quickly cover your tracks. âHe plays lots of sports, is very active, usually we can pop dislocations back in.â Dave rolls his eyes, clearly youâve said too much & a doctor tells you both how many meds he should take for the pain & signs him off work for a week. You can see from the look in Daves eyes that he has no intention in taking them & that he will be back in the office tomorrow, maybe not on a mission but planning the next one. You both know you have stronger medication at home, not that Dave will even take that.
As you unlock the front door about an hour later, Dave pushes you inside quickly & shuts the door behind the two of you, pinning you against the wall. Even with his arm in a sling heâs still so powerful. Youâve never complained about being man handled by him, you like the rough.
âIâm a sports guy huh?â He says with a grin. âI play hard⌠& rough⌠Iâm active?â You gulp, you know the mood heâs in. Your eyes dilated.
âYes sirâ you whimper, your thighs part slightly. âI only pick the best boys on the team to be mine.â
âThought you wanted a man?â He kicks your legs apart. âA man who still has needsâ
âWell good luck with that, doctor said no physical excursion for 10 days minimumâ you chuckle & boop his nose, he knows you are right but he still has wickedness in his eyes.
âThere are other ways I can get my desireâ he said. His crazy possessive eyes never leaving yours, he takes a deep breath & then his lips meet yours. The tongue went in on the first date & sex happened date three. You were married in a year & cutting out his 5th bullet in 18 months. The manâs always been crazy about you, not one to be held back & the way his tongue takes in every cavity as you panties dampening. Youâve always been crazy about Dave too.
âFuck Daveâ you moan as you catch your breath as he starts leaving little love bits on your neck. You spend more time doing make up on your neck that your face, he just loves that little crook to much. He grabs your arm & pulls you into the lounge with the hand that works. He then sighs as he pushes you away before he drops to his knees.
âI need a rewardâ
âFor being braveâ
âNo for going to hospitalâ he growls tugging at your jeans. For a man with only one hand heâs still very good at using just that.
âDoctor said no over doing it DaveâŚâ
âSit on my face!â Itâs a firm command as your jeans reach your ankles. He kisses up both of your legs. Your thighs always tremble. He then shuffles back the perches up in the sofa behind him. âThatâs not a request sweetheartâ he snarls licking his lips. âI want you to walk towards me in just your panties & then stand on the sofa & let me do my magicâ you look excitedly back at Dave. Itâs rare he lets you receive oral first. You tug on your red panties as he gets comfortable.
âYes sir, anything for my big brave broad husbandâ. You do as he requested naked except for the panties. He rubs his thighs as you walk towards him, seeing his erection get ever bigger. You stand on the sofa & he whimpers.
âI can smell how ready you are, for me babyâ he says eyes dilated heâs trying not to droll. âLower babyâ you do as he asks & he slips your red panties to the side. His large nose already nuzzling against your clit. You grip the top of the sofa. âGonna need your body to do some work babyâ he says. You know exactly how you want this to feel so you start to rub your clit against his nose & you moan as your entrance feels every couple of moves his flat tongue against him.
âFuck Daveâ
âYea baby like that, enjoying itâ you moan & gasp. âTake that as a yes.â Heâs freed his hand from his sling & you go to protest but as he grabs both your thighs & brings you fully down on his face your whine.
âOooh fuckerty fuckâ
âYea babyâ in his tongue slips. Itâs not as far as his cock or even his fingers, but youâre fluttering & tense in all of those sensitive places. You love it when he eats you out.
âDave oh god Dave yes yes yes moreâ you then wince. Two fingers slip it side you & his tongue is now souly attending your clit. Your hips rocking, the grip on the back of the sofa turning your knuckles white. The rhythm increasing, your moans getting louder. Itâs a good thing you dropped the kids off at your parents before taking Dave to hospital.
âDave im close fuck Iâm gonna cum, oh god oh god yes yes yesss fuckkkkkâ you canât hold on when he adds a final finger. Sloppy noises from his thrusting fill the air & you become a quivering wreck as you cum. Dave sighs. He withdraws his sodden fingers & returns his mouth to your sex. His bad arms your carefully take as that had been the one pleasuring you & you suck his fingers cleans. You know that always makes him happy when you clean up the mess.
âFuck babyâ he says as you slowly lower yourself off him & readjust your underwear & sit on the sofa next to him. âWhy do you always taste of heaven down thereâ
âCos you are the devil & need a taste of sweetnessâ you cackle before kissing him.
âWho says we are done tonight?â He replies. âMaybe this Angel needs a taste of hellâ
âWell let me at least get you into bed first, then I will suck your cock til you canât cum anymoreâ
âIs that a challenge?â He raises an eyebrow.
âWell letâs see if your up for it Daveâ
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omg hi congrats on 1k!!!!! you are SUCH a fantastic writer and i absolutely devour everything you write!! that being said i have a request for your celebration: dave york w some thigh riding, doggy style, voice kink/dirty talk and free use đ (lmk if this is too many things at once lol) ur the best!!!
Hey! Thank you so much! And thank you so much for being one of those 1K and for always supporting me! Now, I have to tell you, that I love the Suburban Murder Daddy as much as the next person, but I wasn't expecting to produce such FILTH with him.... so I hope you enjoy! I couldn't work in free use here but someone else has requested Dave with this so I'll get around to it!
Pairing | Dave York x F!Reader
Word Count | 1.6k
Warnings | Explicit. 18+, Minors DNI. There's thigh-riding, doggy style, dirty talk/voice kink and because I can't be tamed, there's some infidelity kink in there for good measure.
Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration - if you want in, check here for details - Iâm accepting requests through July 15th.
Dave knew the first time it happened that he shouldnât want you, just like he knows now, on the fifteenth time that he shouldnât, but thatâs always what keeps him coming back to you. Not the vows he made to his wife, not his children waiting for him at home, not the life that he built from the ground up, no, none of that could ever keep him away. Not when you saunter through the office with skirts that hug your curves in all the right places, or when you lean over his shoulder to place papers on his desk, letting your scent wrap around him like a noose. He wants you, he thinks heâll always want you, because he shouldnât.
He's stood outside your apartment building now, anticipation growing wildly in his lower belly as he thinks about what he wants to do to you tonight. He hears the buzzer and then the soft sound of the door unlatching once you buzz him in. The first time heâd opted to fuck you somewhere that wasnât the office, he was shocked that this was where you lived. One of the more expensive buildings in the city, are we paying her too much? Is what he thought as you led him through the maze of corridors, much like heâs doing on his own right now.Â
Youâre already leaning against the doorframe when he makes it to your door. You canât have been home very long, but youâve already taken your hair out of the tight bun you insist on wearing to work and kicked off your heels. He presses his whole body to yours in the doorway and kisses you. It was rule heâd tried to set the first few times, if he didnât kiss you, I didnât mean anything outside of getting to fuck someone in the way his wife wouldnât let him. He lasted approximately three and a half meets with you before he was breaking his own rule, latching his lips to yours as he fucked you in the shower.Â
âEvening, boss man,â You purred when he finally pulled away from him, taking hold of his wrist to drag him inside, letting the door close behind you both, âDrink?â You call over your shoulder as he steps into your familiar space.Â
Itâs small, one bedroom affair, with the kitchen and living room wrapped into one. Its cosy and homely and not at all what Dave had expected from you. You were so clean-cut in the office, a picture of monochrome outfits, clean lines and high heels. The fluffy, pale blue rug and infinite clutter was not something heâd expected, but that heâd come to actually enjoy on his frequent visits.Â
âIâm okay,â He replies, coming up behind you to circle his arms around your waist, âOnly came here to see you.âÂ
His hands are already working the buttons of your shirt open. He never fails to amaze you with his dextrous fingers, how he can open buttons without even seeing them. He drags the material thatâs tucked into your skirt free, before the material is thrown to the floor without a second thought. Dave knows heâs strong, and never tires of the way you chuckle when he picks you up, just like he is now, walking you toward the couch.Â
He's settling himself down, legs spread, before heâs dragging you down onto one his thighs, your clothes core resting on his suit trousers, whilst your knees dig into the cushions of the couch either side.Â
âSaw you watching me in the office today,â He states, letting one of his hands tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling it back so he can latch his lips to your neck, âThinking about me fucking you, werenât you?âÂ
âAlways,â You groan, letting your hips move so your cotton-covered pussy is dragging against his thigh, âAlways think about how you fuck me.âÂ
âIf I put my hands on your cunt, youâd be soaked for me, wouldnât you?âÂ
Another grind of your hips along his thigh, âDo it, find out.â You challenge him.Â
The hand in your hair grips firmer now, âGoing to have to work harder than that for it, darling,â His lips have trailed up your neck to rest at your ear now, âThink you can get yourself off like this?â He asks, âGrinding that needy pussy on my thigh?âÂ
He always drives a hard bargain with you, always makes you work for what you want. Whether thatâs on your knees worshipping his cock, or making you touch yourself whilst he watches. This man is filthy and dangerous, and you can never get enough. You let your hands rest on his broad shoulders for purchase before you sink down as far as you can, grinding your aching sex back and forth on his solid thigh. You canât deny that the friction is delightful, paired with the assault of his teeth and tongue over your neck and the hand fisting your hair, but itâs just not enough. It wonât ever be enough until he touches you, really touches you.
âCanâtâŚâ You mumble, âNot enough.âÂ
âAwww, poor baby,â He coos, any other man spoke to you like this youâd be likely to slap him, but with Dave, it just works, âDo you want me to help?â The way his voice is so calm, still so commanding when you can literally see the effect youâre having on him through the bulge in his trousers, is mesmerising as always.Â
âPlease,â You beg, âNeed your fingers.âÂ
Heâs pushing the material of your skirt further up form where itâs ridden to your mid-thigh, bunching it at your waist before heâs pushing the cotton of your underwear to the side, plunging his fingers through your folds to gather your slick before heâs drawing it up to your clit.Â
âFilthy girl,â He moans into your ear, âKnew youâd be fucking soaked for me already.âÂ
You canât speak, not now that you have his hot breath in your ear and his thumb on your clit. This man knows what heâs doing, you suppose itâs the reason heâs got three children. If you were married to him, youâd certainly never let him leave your bed. It must be his military background that means he takes you apart with precision. Heâs hyper focused on you, and the tight circles on your clit have you crying out his name and clenching his thigh between yours as you come undone for him.Â
âHands and knees.â Heâs demanding of you, giving you barely any time to recover from your orgasm.Â
When you donât immediately follow his instructions, heâs moving you himself. Your hands and knees planed on the cushions of the couch; underwear ripped down as far as your knees. You can hear him undoing his belt and the sound of his zipper, then a little shuffling as he pulls his own clothes off just enough to free his cock.Â
Then, heâs pressing up behind you, cock slipping through your soaked folds as he positions himself properly. Then, heâs buried inside you in one single thrust. He never waits for you, never gives you that chance to properly get used to the size of him inside you, he knows youâll always take it, so heâs already setting that bruising pace with you. His cock is brushing that sweet spot inside you that makes you sing, and the grunts and groans he lets out as your tight walls flutter around him are music to your ears.Â
âAlways so fucking tight for me baby,â He growls from behind you, voice barely audible above the obscene sound of his skin slapping against your own, âThe best pussy I ever fucking had.âÂ
âGod, I fucking love when you talk like that.â You moan, starting to shift back into his thrusts to meet him halfway.Â
âYeah?â He asks, folding himself over you so his front is pressed to your back, âLike it when I talk dirty to you?âÂ
You groan out as his left hand comes to rest on the arm of the couch, wedding band clearly glinting in the light of the room, you catch yourself looking at it and Dave, being ever observant, catches you. Heâs still pounding his cock into you when his hand comes back to fist your hair, pulling your neck backwards. It arches your back and changes the angle of his cock inside you, hitting that spot on each thrust, all you can do is whine.Â
âYou like looking at it?â He growls above you, flexing his fingers so you know exactly what heâs talking about âLike being my dirty little mistress?âÂ
âI fucking love it,â You sob out from your lips, âFuck, Dave, Iâm gonnaâŚâÂ
âGo on, come on my cock baby.âÂ
You do just that. Spots of white burst in your vision as you convulse, the walls of your tight heat clenching around him. He lets go of your hair, letting your head drop forward as his hips continue snapping into your ass with bruising force. The hand that isnât propping him up so he can plough into you is gripping at your hip, squeezing your skin to the point of pain, but itâs all worth it when you feel him steady himself, with that final moan of your name he always lets out, his warm cum painting the walls of your cunt.Â
He always waits for the guilt to build once heâs finished. Always waits for his gut to tell him heâs a piece of shit for fucking his office assistant, but he already knows. Heâs been a piece of shit for a long time, heâs just adding this to the list of things that got him there. There is no guilt, only a kiss and a promise to see you again soon.Â
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Married to the Mafia {Dave York x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 33.2k
Warnings: Forced marriage, dub-con, virgin reader, threats and intimidation, talks of infidelity, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of anal sex, talks of infertility, breeding kink?, allergies, pregnancy, angst, heart break, medical emergencies, childbirth
Comments: Dave York never has anything pure, his life as the mafia leader for the York family pretty much assures that. But you are pure, and he wants you. Erasing your father's debt if you marry him to have his children, he finds himself fighting against the inclination to fall in love. How can the leader of the mafia love, after all?
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Dave hates being kept waiting. One of his biggest pet peeves. He is a man who lives on a schedule so if one minute is off, he is annoyed, and when Dave gets annoyed...God help the people around him. As the boss of the biggest mafia family in America, undercover in the D.C area (which he says is full of crooks just like him except he knows who he is and doesn't pretend to be a martyr), he has to ensure that his operation runs smoothly. His father, God rest his soul, had taught him that letting anything slip leads to mistakes, and mistakes lead to being caught...or killed. He checks his watch just as the double doors to the hotel suite open and Dave shifts to stand, buttoning his suit jacket.Â
"Mr. York, apologies for being late. Traffic was awful." The man says but Dave barely listens. his eyes on you. He's seen you before. During poker games between his men where you are serving drinks at the casino. He wanted to fuck you as soon as he saw you. When he found out you were a virgin, he wanted to marry you. Dave has always had the desire to marry but not for love, no, he wants an heir. He wants an heir from a woman who has never been fucked by anyone other than him. You are perfect. Beautiful, smart, pure. Everything he has ever wanted. His eyes meet yours, scared and confused. No doubt your father didn't tell you what you were doing here.Â
Your father, as good a man as he is working for the York family, has a gambling problem and Dave took advantage of that. Deciding to offer to pay off your father's debts in exchange for you. It took some convincing, the man pretending to be hesitant in essentially selling his daughter, but he agreed after some persuasion. Now, here you are and Dave is ready to take what is his. "Hello sweetheart." Dave smiles, wanting you to relax a little. No one likes a stiff broad.Â
"Mr. York." You almost whisper, certain that you are here because you did something wrong. Working in one of the York casinos was always risky - you never knew who would react badly to a loss - but you don't think you have done anything wrong, at least not to be fired or killed.
Your father looks stiff beside you, never explaining why you need to come with him to his meeting with his boss. You had just been told to get dressed in the outfit he had tossed you and make sure you wore minimal makeup. Apparently Mr. York had strict rules about the women who were allowed in the meetings with him if the modest white dress was anything to judge by. Nervous, you wonder why you are here, wracking your brain to try to think of what you had done that could have drawn the manâs attention.
Dave steps towards you, reaching out to grip your chin so he can look into your pretty eyes. "Did your daddy tell you why you are here, sweetheart?" He asks and you can't shake your head so you whisper, "no." Dave tuts, looking over at the older man who is sheepish.Â
"I'm sorry sir, I thought it would be better coming from you."Â
Coward, Dave thinks, but he doesn't care. He knows what he wants and he will do what it takes to get it. "Your daddy has allowed me the honor of marrying you. You're going to be my wife."
âWhat - no.â You want to shake your head again, but you donât. âI- I donât know you, not personally. You don't want to marry me, we arenât - what about love?â Your eyes seek out your father, praying that this is some kind of trick. A joke between the men or perhaps a bet on how you would react. Your father would gamble on anything so you donât put it past him. âI- I promised myself I would only sleep with the man that I love after we get married.â
Dave wants to scoff. What a juvenile concept: love. As far as he is concerned, it doesn't exist. People marry for convenience. People marry for money. People marry to fuck. He doesn't believe in love. His parents married to bring two mafia families together. An arrangement. He needs you to be on board. He's not a monster, he won't force you. He caresses your cheek, letting go of your chin, "that's why I want you. You are perfect. Pure enough to give birth to my heir. I want a child...children. You are the woman I want." He knows he has to entertain you if you are to agree. "Love...comes later." He nearly spits the word but he forces himself to practically coo it.
You arenât naive, you know that there is something else going on. Dave York didnât just decide that you are the woman he wants as his wife one day. Not when women throw themselves at him. âWhat else is going on?â You demand, looking over at your father who looks guilty. âWhat did you do?â
Before your father answers, Dave speaks. "Your father is a very lucky man. I have decided to pay off his...extortionate gambling debt in exchange for you. He agreed and I expect you will be resentful of me but I do plan to look after you. You will want for nothing. Whatever you desire, it will be yours. As long as you do as I say, you can have the world."
Jesus, youâve been sold. Your eyes widen in horror and you almost start to cry. You have no choice in this, you are marrying Dave York whether you like it or not. âDadâŚ.â You whimper and your father winces.Â
âHe promises he will take care of you.â Your dad assures you. âHe is a man of his word.â
Dave sighs softly, stepping away from you to give you a moment to process and he knows this must be a lot to process. He is a monster but not that kind of monster. "The wedding has been scheduled for next month. I organized a wedding planner. You can pick whatever you want, cost is of no consequence. Pick whatever dress you want. It is your day and, despite what you might think, I want you to be happy." Dave offers, not liking the tears in your eyes. He shakes that thought away, knowing that softness is not a good thing. You will be his but he can never be yours. Not truly.
Feeling numb, you merely nod your heat meekly, looking down at the ground. âI donât want much.â You murmur, knowing that you wonât have a wedding with a man you love. You wonât be an excited, exuberant bride like you had imagined when you were a little girl. âI will make sure that itâs worthy of you.â You add, knowing that he is an important man, and people will expect a certain level of sophistication.
Dave knows this is going to be difficult, trying to get you on side, but he will do it. He has to win you over to ensure you have his child. Youâre the perfect candidate to be the mother of his child. âI will have my men go to your home to gather your things. Youâre coming home with me now. Say goodbye to your father. You will see him soon.â Dave promises, wanting you to know youâre not his prisoner.
You turn to your father, angry and hurt that he would sell you to pay his debts. He has always been reckless, but this is over the top. However, heâs your father, your only living parent left. âGoodbye, Iâll see you soon.â You offer woodenly, only hugging him when he pulls you into his arms for a hug.
Dave watches the exchange, knowing your father feels guilty but the money...he owed a million dollars. He was gonna be killed if he didn't pay it off. Dave waits until you step back before he offers his hand. "Come on sweetheart, let's take you home." He can't wait for you to see the room he has set up for you. He knows you wouldn't want to sleep in the same bed as him right away until you adjust.
You bite your lip as you take his hand, allowing him to lead you from the hotel room where you had met him. âWhy did we meet in a hotel room?â You ask curiously, wondering if he conducted all his business in the hotel or if it had been for some other reason.
Dave sighs again under his breath. The truth is that he had a woman in the hotel room. One of the women he fucks around with on a regular basis. All of them know the arrangement - itâs just sex. Dave York doesnât do emotions and if they got a new purse out of it, they are happy. However, thatâs all over now. He will have to be more discreet if he fucks around. He doesnât need you hearing about it. âI had a meeting. Wanted privacy.â He answers smoothly, hoping you donât notice the wrinkled sheets despite him having the room made up after his escapade. âDonât worry about that now, letâs get you settled.â He insists, guiding you out of the room and away from your waste of space father.
You sigh, knowing that heâs lying and he wonât tell you the truth. You had noticed the bed was mused and he obviously had been fucking someone in the room before you had arrived. Probably the woman who had been waiting for the elevator when you arrived on this floor. Your stomach flips, unhappy with the idea of your husband sleeping with other people, although you know that you wonât have a say in what he does. He owns you. You will just have to continuously get tested to make sure he doesnât give you something. You donât want to hurt any potential children you have. Instead of saying anything, you just bite your lip and watch your feet as he leads you down the hall to the elevators, trying to figure out how to handle this.
Dave sees his men trail behind and he gets into the elevator with you, just you. They will take the other one. âI know this is a lot to take in but we will have a fulfilled life together. You can have whatever you want. Jewelry. Purses. Clothes. Shoes. Cars. Whatever your heart desires.â He promises and you let go of his hand, swallowing harshly as tears sting in your eyes.Â
âMy heart wants love.â You choke, a tear escaping as reality hits.Â
Dave steps towards you, reaching up to gently wipe the tear away. âDonât be a silly girl. LoveâŚitâs just what people say to each other when they want to fuck. Have you ever been in love?â He asks and you shake your head. âExactly. How do you know itâs what you want?â
You blow out a sigh, knowing that he won't understand. "I want to be with someone because I cannot bear to be away from them, not because they can buy me jewelry and purses. Just like I want them to only want to be in my bed and not have liaisons in hotels with whatever woman they fancy." You murmur, batting his hand away so you can wipe away your own tears. "I want laughter and happiness. Jokes and dancing in the kitchen. I want butterflies when he kisses me. For him to be able to come to me for comfort when he's upset or stressed."
Dave pauses, realizing he has never seen that kind of companionship. His parents were very cold towards each other. Civil but practically lived separate lives. His mother raised him and served on several charity boards while his father ran the family business, being kept away at all hours. âSounds like a Disney movie. Itâs time to grow up. Face reality. This is real life, sweetheart and youâll realize that sooner or later, all that shit is just a dream.â Heâs harsh but you are pissing him off. Heâs offered you things that most women would be humping his leg for and you want things he canât buy you. Things that, quite frankly, donât exist. The elevator doors open and he wraps his arm around your waist. âChin up. Donât want people to see youâve been crying.â He orders quietly, guiding you through the lobby to his awaiting car.
You realize that this is your life. You can either make the best of it, or you can wallow in misery. Wallowing can be saved for when eyes aren't on you. You lift your head and lean into his side as if you want to be there when the doors open, plastering a brilliant smile on your face. As if you were the luckiest woman on earth for what is happening. Some might think that you were, but you don't.
Dave smiles at a few of the staff who greet their boss, and he guides you towards his awaiting car. The driver opens the door of the town car and he helps you into the backseat before sliding in beside you. The door shuts as his driver and guard get into the front seat and he looks at you. Christ, you're gorgeous, even when you've been crying, and he swears he will do what he can to make you happy. Within reason. Dave doesn't do emotions.
You don't remember most of the car ride, looking out at the world as it passes by. Once in the car you feel his eyes on you, but you don't acknowledge it, knowing that he would talk if he wanted. It wasn't as if Dave York needed permission to do anything. If anything, you needed permission. Since you were technically his property, bought with the sum of your father's gambling debt. Soon enough, you are pausing at a large set of gates and they swing open ominously, the walled estate of his is now your prison.
Once the car comes to a stop outside of the main building, Dave exits the car and holds his hand out. You ignore it, helping yourself out of the car and he swallows down the urge to roll his eyes at your childish move. He plasters a smile on his face, guiding you into the house and his housekeeper. Mrs. Jenkins is waiting for your arrival. "Welcome home sir." She greets Dave. "Sweetheart, this is Mrs. Jenkins, my housekeeper. She is going to show you to your temporary room. I have some work to attend to so I will see you for dinner." He kisses your cheek and walks off, knowing that this transactional engagement doesn't require all of his time.
âHello.â You offer, nodding politely at the housekeeper, she looks like she is a nice lady. Sheâs not in charge of Dave and canât make him change his mind, so there is no reason to be rude to her. âI apologize for any inconvenience Iâve caused.â You offer. âI will try not to be too much trouble.â As much as you hate that this is happening, you wish Dave had stayed so you at least could have a familiar face.Â
Mrs. Jenkins tuts, "trouble? None at all. You are going to be the lady of the house. Come on honey, let me show you to your room." She gestures to the hallway. "And you can tell me what foods you like and what time you eat breakfast. I want to prepare something special to celebrate you being here. It's about time we had a woman in the house."
âOh.â You brighten up and bite your lip. âI like making french toast.â You admit, knowing that it takes awhile for the custard casserole that you make to set up. âWould it beâŚokay if I used the kitchen sometime?â You ask. âI love to cook and perhaps there can be a night where I cook for the staff instead of them taking care of us.âÂ
Mrs. Jenkins smiles, already liking you. âYou donât have to do that. We are here to look after you and Mr. York. Please, you can use the kitchen whenever you wish. This is your home now. Whenever you need something, you tell us and we can get it for you. I will have the chef make you French toast for breakfast tomorrow.â She declares as she opens the door to the biggest guest room of them all, already set up with your things since Dave had his men get it all from your home.
âWow.â You gasp breathlessly, looking around the ornate room. Your things look out of place, as if they donât belong, but you had not lived in opulence. Your fatherâs house was modest and you hadnât been concerned with having the best of everything. âItâs beautiful.â You look over at the housekeeper, knowing she had set everything up. âThank you so very much for arranging everything.â
She smiles, pleased you are happy. She has missed having someone else in the house. Dave tends to keep to himself and she wants children to run around after and assist with so sheâs eager. âI hope youâre happy here.â She pats you on the shoulder. âDinner will be ready at 6pm.â She announces, âI will leave you to settle in.â She steps back out of the room, leaving you as she shuts the door.
You look around the room and sigh. Itâs a beautiful gilded cage, meant to distract you from the fact that you have been bought by a man who doesnât love you. He bought you because you are a virgin, untouched by anyone else. Sighing, you walk over to the book shelf that was loaded down with your favorite books and pick up one of the sweetest romances you had been reading. Maybe there was some way to find a way out of this. Before you were married.Â
Dave walks into the kitchen, his suit jacket and tie abandoned and his sleeves rolled up. His home has a big dining room but he hates eating in there unless he has a party. Itâs too big and he feels stupid. When you come into the kitchen after Mrs. Jenkins went off to get you, Dave is once again taken back by how pretty you are, even as you glare at him. âGlass of wine?â He asks, reaching for the bottle of red he had the cook air earlier.
âWhy do you want me?â You demand, ignoring his question in favor of one of your own. âIs it just because no man has touched me? Thatâs the requirement to carry Dave Yorkâs heir?â You ask sarcastically. âWhy not use one of the women that fall into your bed?â
He bites his lip, keeping his eyes on yours. âI want you because youâŚyou are gorgeous. I know youâd be a good mother. You arenât greedy or flashy. You arenât desperate for wealth and you donât want to show off. You want to live a simple life and be happy. The fact that youâre a virginâŚitâs what I have always wanted. Someone pure since IâmâŚIâm not. In any way shape or form. I picked you because youâre perfect.â He answers, hoping you will accept his response and he pours you a glass of wine.
You take the glass and nod. âIâm not perfect.â You correct him. âFar from it. But I know that I am what you want because I am pure.â You take a sip of the wine. âDoes that mean that you wonât want me once Iâm not pure?â
Dave shakes his head. âNo. I want the mother of my children to only have my cock inside of her, filling her up, impregnating her.â He says it nonchalantly but his cock twitches at the mere idea of you being the mother of his children, cumming on his cock and no one elseâs.
You snort and send him a narrowed eyed look. âWhile you are trying to impregnate me, you wonât be sleeping with your floozies.â You tell him. âIâm not catching something that I pass to the children.â
Dave clenches his jaw, the retort that threatens to spill over his lips nearly escapes but he stops himself, offering you a soft smile instead. He has to pick and choose his battles and you just said youâd let him knock you up. âOf course sweetheart. Just you. Until youâre pregnant.â He promises, offering a compromise and the guard brings over the large velvet box. âWhat is that?â You narrow your eyes. âYou get to pick your engagement ring.â He declares, opening the box to display the five ornate rings.
Your eyes widen at the size of the rings. âI- they are too big.â You tell him, sure that you would never wear something so big and ornate. âI - is there something simpler to wear? I would never wear these beyond events you want me to attend.â
Dave sighs, knowing that most women would kill to be given one of these rings, let alone be allowed to pick one. He does know of a ring that is simpler, but he didnât think youâd want it. âI do have one. I- itâs my motherâs ring. Wait here.â He stands up, making his way to his office and the safe, quickly opening it to grab the small velvet box and he returns with it, sitting down then opening the box to show you the simpler ring.
âOh.â You sigh softly and your eyes go slightly dreamy at the simple ring. The diamond is still bigger than you would like, but itâs a solitaire with a thin band. âItâs beautiful.â You reach for it and hesitate, looking at Dave for permission. âMay I try it on?â
Dave nods, taking it out of the box, and he canât stop himself from staring at your dreamy eyes as he slides the ring onto your finger. Itâs a perfect fit. He inhales sharply, admiring how the ring looks on your hand, his hand still holding yours as he cradles your fingers.
Dave realizes that all the money he has could never replace this ring and he hopes you care for it. It looks perfect on your finger and he swallows harshly, knowing his mother wouldâve loved you already. âItâs yours now.â He rubs his thumb over the ring before he lets go of your hand, just in time because the cook sets the dinner down in front of you. He snaps the other box shut, he will have someone return those rings tomorrow.
You feel weird with the weight of the ring on your hand. Unable to keep from glancing down at your hand continuously as you pick up your fork and knife. âDinner looks delicious.â You comment. âIâve asked if I could perhaps cook sometime.â
Dave is shocked. The kitchen hasnât been cooked in by anyone other than a chef since his mother died. âUh yeah. You can. Of course you can. You cook?â He asks, cutting into his food and he is pleasantly surprised. Yet another reason why you are perfect for this position.
âI do.â You nod quickly. âI normally cooked for me and my dad.â You tell him, cutting into your own food. âI love to experiment with new dishes. Love to bake. I routinely bring in cookies or cakes to the others when I work - oh, does that mean that I am not working anymore?â
Dave immediately wants to say no to you working but he canât take your entire life away from you. He can keep an eye on you at work and he can let you have some freedom. âUntil we are married. You can continue working until we are married.â He compromises.
âGood.â You are relieved at that, giving him a genuine smile and you reach over to touch his arm without thinking about it. âI am glad that I can keep working, I want to be able to say goodbye to the friends that I work with.â
âI will have a guard keeping an eye on you though. Iâm a powerful man, sweetheart. I have enemies. I donât want you to get hurt because of me so a guard will always be near you while you work.â He adds, cutting into the chicken before taking a bite.
You grit your teeth, hating the fact that you will have someone watching you at all times. However, he could have just told you that you wouldnât be able to work at all, so you will take the win where you can get it. âAs long as they donât interfere with me working, we will be okay.â
âThey will just be watching youâŚunless they need to intervene. Youâre going to be Mrs. York. Youâll be the wealthiest woman in this cesspool of a town. Those asshole politicians think they run shit but they donât. I do. And you will be beside me, my beautiful wife. I will have the wedding planner come tomorrow so you can start telling her what you want.â
You nod, wondering what he would want for the wedding. âIs there anything in particular you want?â You ask him, wanting to know more. You just know Dave York, the boss. But heâs going to be your husband and you want to know him as the man.
He thinks about it for a moment, remembering the photos from his parent's wedding. "I want red roses. Lots of them. Everywhere. Money is no object." He tells you, and you nod, "why red roses?" He smiles, setting his knife and fork down since he has finished eating. "They are beautiful but have thorns that can hurt, make you bleed. They are the best of us both. You, sweetheart, are the rose. I am the thorns."
You lift your brows at the surprising sentimental viewpoint. Nodding again, you give a wistful smile. âThat will be the flowers for the wedding then.â You decide. âBlood red roses and white babyâs breath.â It would look striking of course, classic. The comment that he had made gave you a small amount of hope that he might be a secret romantic. You smile at Dave again, your eyes softer.
Dave hums with agreement, your soft smile making his stomach twist and he forces himself to ignore it, reminded once more of what connections can do. He has to keep his distance. Mrs. Jenkins gathers your plates once you've finished eating and brings in the dessert. "I thought you might like something special since it's the night of our engagement." He hadn't even asked you but he wants you to think he somewhat cares for you. You won't be open to having him inside of you without him being nice somehow. He hopes you like the delicate cake he had asked the chef to prepare. His favorite...raspberry and vanilla.
âOh thank you.â You bite your lip and look down at the cake that is brought out. Itâs beautiful and it looks delicious. ExceptâŚyou wonât eat it. It looks like it has raspberries and you are allergic to them. âIt looks beautiful. Is this your favorite?â
Dave nods, eagerly digging into the cake and you hesitant, not picking up your fork. "Is something wrong?" He asks and you bite your lip, nervous to say anything.Â
"It has raspberries and I'm allergic." You declare and Dave immediately regrets not asking you if you had any allergies. He should know this stuff.Â
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I didn't know." He stands up, taking both your plate and his and walks into the kitchen.Â
"Dave." You call out and he ignores you, coming back a few moments later with a plate of the chocolate cake the chef had prepared earlier alongside the raspberry one.Â
"You're not allergic to chocolate, are you?" He asks hesitantly, cursing himself for not asking you beforehand. There's so much he has to learn.
You smile at the new cakes in his hand. âNo, I think I would cry if I was allergic to chocolate.â You joke. Dave nods and sets down the cake in front of you and sits down. âYou didnât have to give up your own cake.â You protest softly, hating that he was giving up eating his favorite cake because of you. âI would have been fine being around it, I just canât eat it.âÂ
âOh.â He flushes slightly, realizing that he shouldâve asked that first but he knows people can be allergic just from airborne particles. âItâs okay. I like chocolate too. More indulgent.â He winks at you, trying to make you as comfortable as possible and he finds itâs not as hard as he thought it was going to be. âI can eat that tomorrow. Now, eat your cake.â He orders softly.
Picking up your fork, you feel a bit more relaxed. He had shown more heart than he realized in that small little action and you feel better about this idea. You really wish that you had a choice about marrying a man you love, but maybe Dave is right, maybe love will come with time.Â
Dave watches you dig in, happy you are eating the cake, and after youâve finished, Mrs. Jenkins comes in to clear the plates. âI have emails to respond to. Get some sleep. You have a busy day tomorrow. Night sweetheart.â He says, standing up, and he drops a kiss to your forehead before he strides off, reminding himself that this is an arrangement. Nothing more.
****
Rushing around the craps table at the casino, you drop off the drinks at the blackjack table like you had been ordered to. The last few days have been a whirlwind and honestly the scheduled day of work was a nice break from picking out colors and arrangements, music and all the small details that go into a wedding. Dave hadnât lied when he said there was no limit to what you could spend, but you were trying to go for elegance and yet have it feel like you were actually in love with your intended. Fulfilling drink orders and caring for the gamblers, even with the security that was shadowing you, was a needed change.
Dave enters the casino, deciding to visit you. He had accepted yesterday that he is looking forward to marrying you. You are smart as a whip, funny, and ridiculously sweet. Far too sweet for his murdering ass. He has learned about your interests during dinner and he plans to get you the cooking things you want but could never afford. Like a pasta maker. Who makes pasta? Apparently you do. The staff are always on edge when he enters one of his establishments and thatâs just how he likes it.Â
He strides over to the table youâre serving, just about to greet you when he sees the asshole put his hand on your ass. His pace quickens and he grabs his knife from his jacket, opening it and in a flash, he grabs the manâs hand from your ass and slams it on the table, his knife going through his palm within seconds. âFuck!â The man screams.Â
âYou never touch her again. Otherwise the knife will be going in your fucking chest. You understand?â Dave growls. The manâs gurgled wail of pain isnât good enough. âDo you fucking understand?â Dave hisses and the man nods, crying out in pain and he screams when Dave withdraws his knife, turning to you.
Your eyes are wide and you are stunned into silence. It was quick and brutal. You know what kind of man Dave is, youâve heard the rumors but youâve never witnessed anything like this. Security always drags off the people who are causing problems, but Dave had not only done this very publicly - since all eyes are on this table - but he also ruined one of his busiest tables. Your mouth drops open in shock and you look back at the man before looking back at Dave. He had just stabbed that man, for touching your ass. Granted, you didnât want him touching you, but you donât think the action warranted a knife through his hand.Â
Dave looks at you, seeing the horror in your eyes, and part of him feels guilty you had to witness that, the other part feels happy youâre horrified. Reminds him that you could never love a monster like him. âCome on sweetheart. Youâre done.â He says, grabbing your waist and guiding you towards the staff area, feeling pent up enough to fuck but he canât.
âWait, I have to finish working.â You tug on his hand but he ignores you, continuing on towards the doors that are clearly marked âEmployees Onlyâ.Â
âNo, you are finished.â Dave growls. âYou are not working here anymore.âÂ
You huff and tug on his hand again. âYou said I could work until we get married. I havenât said goodbye to everyone! It will leave them short staffed.âÂ
âI will make sure they hire someone else. You can get your goodbyes now without going back on the floor. You are done here. No one touches what is mine. Tell me, how many fucking times does that happen?â He asks, furious that this couldâve been happening without his knowledge.
You bite your lip, looking up into his dark eyes. Heâs livid and you know you shouldnât lie to him. Right now, you see why everyone is scared of Dave York. âAt- at least once a shift.â You admit softly. âAlthough it happens to other girls more.â You add, as if that makes it better. âWe just deflect or joke around with them so that they stop trying to grope us. We have a symbol for marking the ones that are handsy in the system. Put it next to their names to let the other girls know to be on the lookout. Since the manager says that itâs a part of the job serving drinks here.âÂ
Dave shakes his head. He might be a murderer but heâs never been a perv. Heâs pissed, shaking his head. âI am going to tell security that anyone doing that will be thrown out and banned. No one should be pulling that shit. You arenât gonna be working here anymore sweetheart. If you want a job, Iâll find you something else. The next person that feels you up is a dead man. That fucking manager of yours is a dead man. Get your stuff, you are leaving after you say your goodbyes.â
Gathering up your things, you feel Daveâs impatient gaze on you. Heâs irritated and itâs because you opened your mouth. Yes, the servers and drink runners here had continuously gone to the manager about people sexually harrassing them until the man had simply stated that it was a part of the job and if a high roller asked you for sex, to consider it a compliment - but that didnât mean the man deserved to die. Once you have your things, you turn to him quietly and walk over to where he is standing.Â
Dave is practically vibrating with anger as he guides you back into the main hall. Some brave men look around at him, others try to avoid his eye and therefore his wrath. "Say your goodbyes sweetheart." He orders, grabbing your things and handing them to his guard standing nearby. He crosses his arms, knowing that he could easily kill that motherfucking manager, but not today, he wants to take you home first. He won't allow anyone in this sewer of a town to touch what belongs to him.
You quickly say goodbye to the girls that are standing around, word going out on the floor and others rushing over to hug you. You had made a lot of friends here, some of those attending your wedding, but you wanted to say goodbye. You wish you had more time, but Dave is tapping his foot and you rush back over to him. âIâm- Iâm ready.â You offer quietly,
Nodding, he reaches for you to pull you close, a protective hand around your waist, and he glares at anyone who looks his way while he guides you out of the casino and to his awaiting car. Once you're inside, he pulls out his cell and dials his right hand man, Resnik.Â
"Boss?" Resnik answers immediately.Â
"I want Liam Pollock in the building this evening. He's the manager for the casino on Fifth. I want to have a chat with him." Dave declares, "make it 8 o' clock. I want to be on time for dinner with my fiancĂŠ." He hangs up the phone, sliding it back into his jacket and he doesn't look at you, not wanting you to see the monster that lures in his eyes.
You bite your lip, wondering if youâve made a mistake. Wondering if you should have lied to Dave about what was happening in his casino. Instead of dwelling on it, you decide to watch the people passing. âSince Iâm off work, why donât I fix dinner tonight?â You offer, turning to look at his side profile.
Dave is surprised that you want to cook dinner for him. âYouâre not gonna poison it, are you?â He jokes, smirking at you. âIf you want to work, I can find you another position in the business. Something behind the scenes. I just - I cannot have you out on the floor. Iâd kill too many men.â He says without any humor, deadly serious.
Your eyes widen and you almost laugh, thinking he was serious. Until he doesnât laugh at all. Then you choke slightly and cough. âOh, uh, I guess whatever you want me to do.â You murmur, feeling a bit uneasy. âDo you want me working? I know that I will be worried about having my own money.â
âYou donât have to worry about money when youâre a York, sweetheart. I am having a pre-nup drawn up that you can review with your own attorney, paid for by me, picked by you, which offers you a very good alimony in case we divorce. As for while we are married? You will have your own credit cards, you could spend a million bucks and it wouldnât make a dent.â He reveals, knowing he had to have this conversation at some point.
You shake your head. âI donât want your money.â You insist. âI donât have to have a lawyer read over anything. Your money is yours, I just- I canât even imagine you allowing a divorce.â You reveal, knowing that despite what he said, once youâre married, the only way that you are leaving the family is in a casket.
Dave doesnât argue with that. He wonât divorce, absolutely plans not to, but shit happens and who knows? He wouldnât leave you in the lurch. Especially since youâd be the mother of his child. âThe child would remain in my care, of course if we were to divorce.â He says, like itâs obvious. âYou will hire an attorney of your choice and you will review the pre-nup. Then we will get married and you will give me an heir to my empire.â He declares like itâs easily done.
You bite your lip, not willing to say that you would never abandon a child that you had. âFine.â You huff. âI will hire an attorney to go over any paperwork that you send over.â You donât feel like he will drop this and you donât care about money, but he seems obsessed with making sure things are settled. Maybe it was because youâve never had money.
Dave hums with contentment, pleased that you didnât argue. The car pulls into the estate and Daveâs door is opened. He turns to look at you before he gets out, âyou are to be my wife. I wonât have anyone saying I donât provide for you. I will give you a credit card and you will go shopping for new clothes. I want you to get whatever you want. Itâs the least I can do since you are mine.â He says, getting out and buttoning his jacket as he enters his home, making his way to his office to prepare for beating your moron manager.
You donât appreciate the way that he simply walks off from you, but you hold your tongue. Instead you walk into the kitchens and smile at the cook. âI want to give you a night off.â You tell him with a smile. âIs that alright with you?â The cook nods with a smile.Â
âOf course it is. Itâs your kitchen.â He tells you, although you donât argue that you arenât married to Dave yet.
****
Dave enters the house, the smell of whatever it is that youâre cooking hits his nose and he inhales deeply. He groans, his stomach rumbling and he walks into the kitchen. Your ex manager, Pollock, will be ensuring that no one touches anyone inappropriately in his casino and that involved teaching Pollock is a lesson. Dave usually has his men take care of suchâŚmessy interactions but this time was personal. His knuckles are bruised but he had cleaned up enough to return home to you. He walks into the kitchen after hanging up his jacket and he sees you at the stove, barefoot and wearing an apron. Itâs adorable and sexy at the same time. He wants to wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck but he doesnât. You arenât open enough to him yet. âSomething smells good.â
You turn and notice the specks of blood on his shirt and the bruises on his knuckles. You bite your lip and donât say anything about his appearance, just turning back to the stove. âIâm making roast chicken and vegetables, mashed potatoes and gravy.â You offer him. âAnd I made a pudding for dessert. Itâs not fancy, but it was a last minute meal.â
Dave is impressed and he walks closer to you, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter. âSounds delicious, sweetheart. You want any help?â He offers, âmaybe I can open a bottle of wine.â His eyes drift down to your ass, those leggings you changed into making his cock twitch.
âThat sounds good.â You glance back over at him and your eyes drift down to his knuckles again before you stir the boiling potatoes again. âWhatever you want with the chicken. Did you kill him?â Itâs the first that youâve acknowledged his disheveled appearance and you are trying to seem nonchalant about it.
Dave chuckles, admiring how ballsy you are to ask him. He shakes his head, shifting away from the counter and he walks over to the resting chicken, grabbing the carving knife. âI didnât kill him. He, however, wonât be allowing any handsy fuckers to touch the staff.â Dave replies just as nonchalantly.
âThatâs good, the girls donât deserve that kind of treatment.â You firmly believe that. âI believe that he would have had us sleep with the men if it meant they spent more money in the casino.â You fork up a potato and check that itâs perfectly tender, flipping off the burner and moving the pot over to the sink to drain the potatoes to mash. Watching carefully as you pour off the seasoned water and move over to the counter to start adding butter and milk and more spices to mash in with it and whip them to a creamy perfect consistency.
Dave clenches his jaw, âknew I shouldâve killed the motherfucker.â He hisses under his breath, grip tightening on the knife as he cuts the chicken and puts it on the awaiting tray. He sets the knife down and walks over to you. âNo oneâŚyou didnât - no one has touched you before?â He asks, wanting to double check.
âNo.â Shaking your head, you stop stirring the potatoes before you turn to him and frown. âI havenât ever doneâŚanything. I mean, Iâve been kissed, but nothing beyond that.â You grab the bowl to transfer the potatoes into and sigh, âIâm sure you want to have that verified by a doctor?â You ask.
Dave trusts you but he wants you checked out by a doctor for your overall health as well as your virginal status. He walks over to you, stopping you scooping the potatoes so he can grip your chin, making you look at him. âWho kissed you?â He asks, wanting to know.
Your breath catches, staring into his dark eyes and you wonder if he will try to kill the man who had kissed you. âI- it was in high school.â You admit quietly, telling him the name of one of his own men. âIt never went beyond that. I swear.â
Dave hums, content that it was a while ago. No doubt that teenager had kissed you poorly. He wants to kiss you now, slide his tongue into your mouth and show you how good it can be. âI want to kiss you.â He declares, his dark eyes focused on yours, never shifting and itâs intense.
âYou bought me, didnât you?â You ask softly, knowing that he could do anything he wanted with you. The fact that he was marrying you was surprising now that you think about it. He could have just taken your innocence instead of making you the wife of the most powerful man in the city.
He shakes his head, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "I won't force you. I may be a bad man but I will never make you do anything you don't want to do. I would hope that I am not repulsive to you, that you would want me to touch you eventually. Let me kiss you, show you how good it can be." His voice lowers, his eyes focusing on your lips.
You bite your lip, watching his nostrils flare slightly in response and you swallow. Nodding, you watch his eyes meet yours again. âI- you can kiss me.â You know that you have no clue what youâre doing and perhaps when he sees how unskilled you are, he wonât want to go through with this.
Dave leans closer, his lips brushing yours until he tilts his head, kissing you properly. His hand cups your cheek, his other hand gripping your waist to pull you closer and he hopes you enjoy the kiss. He wants you to marry him, to have his child. It will make his life easier if you are on board. His tongue slides along your lower lip and you whimper when he pushes his tongue into your mouth. His stomach twists as he realizes this is the first time he has kissed since his college girlfriend. He never liked kissing his dalliances since it was too intimate but you are to be his wife so he needs to offer you some intimacy. He pulls back after a moment, pecking your lips. "Food is getting cold. Let's sit down." He says, trying to ignore his long frozen heart as he turns back to the plate of carved chicken.
You stand there for a few moments in shock. Awed at how your stomach had flipped and dipped when his mouth covered yours and his tongue caressed inside your mouth. âYes. Dinner.â Shaking yourself out of your stupor, you dish up the gravy into a boat and rush to bring everything to the table while Dave brings the platter of chicken. Now dinner feels intimate, like you were cooking for your fiancĂŠ. Which you guess you were, his ring still on your finger.
Dave watches as you sit down after heâs taken his seat and he hates how his lips tingle from the kiss. He hasnât had that happen before. He clears his throat and starts to serve the food, placing some chicken on your plate. The silence is heavy but not uncomfortable. âDid you get the flowers ordered?â He asks after several moments.
âI did.â You nod and spoon up some of the mashed potatoes and pass the potatoes to him. âI think we have ordered every red rose within two hundred miles.â You laugh quietly and give him a small shrug. âThere will be plenty of flowers for the wedding and reception.â
"Good. I want it to be the wedding of your dreams...well almost." He adds, knowing you want the ridiculous addition of love but since when has love ever been good? Great men have failed, some died, because of love. It's insanity. "You have your appointment to go dress shopping?" He asks, "you have no budget. I want you to pick whatever you want."
You open your mouth and then close it, wondering what he would say if he knew what you really wanted. âI made an appointment, but I - I would like to see if they can alter my motherâs wedding dress. Iâve always dreamed of wearing it.â You reveal, biting your lip as you wait for his reaction. âWith modifications, of course.â
Heâs taken back that you want to use your motherâs gown. Itâs sweet and he already knows the best tailor to send you to to have it adjusted. âOf course, sweetheart. Whatever you want. This is your wedding. Perhaps you can buy a dress for the reception?â He suggests.
You nod eagerly, happy that he would allow you to have your motherâs dress. âThat would be nice. The wedding dress can just be for the ceremony and Iâll change into a party dress for the reception.â You decide, giving him a sincere smile.
âSounds like a plan, sweetheart. Do you want to have anyone at the wedding? Your father of course is invited but any other friends or family?â He doesnât just want it to be all his associates. He doesnât really have friends. All of his âfriendsâ would step on him the moment he slipped up and they had a chance to get above him.
âThere are a few from work.â You admit quietly. âI donât have a lot of friends. I was busy working and trying to keep my father from gambling too much.â You huff, âI obviously failed on that front.â
âInvite your friends. Whoever you want. As for your fatherâŚhe is invited but I will not fund any more gambling. He got up to a million bucks in debt. He was gonna be killed by his other lenders.â Dave reveals, wanting you to know that he did something good even if you arenât happy with the result.
âOh my godâŚ.â You whisper, feeling sick to your stomach at what could have happened. Your father would have been killed. Men had been killed for much smaller sums than that in the gambling world. You sigh and for the first time, you thank him. âI appreciate you saving my father.â You hum quietly. âEven though it was for selfish reasons, you still did something nice.â
Dave finds that he likes you thanking him. He likes your praise and that unnerves him. Usually, he only appeases himself, does what he wants, but he finds himself - for a moment - wondering what youâd expect from him. Shaking it off, he nods and digs into the food, trying to ignore that nagging feeling. âThat was delicious, sweetheart. Thank you.â Dave hums, rubbing his belly. He should go for a run tomorrow morning, and try to trim up for the wedding.
âOh, thank you.â You fluster slightly and bite your lip as you try to suppress the happiness that surges through you at him enjoying your cooking. You love cooking too much to have to never do it because your husband hates your food. âMaybe I can do it again sometime?â
âAnytime you want. God, it was amazing. I havenât had a meal that good since my Mom died. Shit, donât tell the cook that.â He pleads, knowing the cook wonât be pleased by that statement but itâs true. The cook is too fancy sometimes. You giggle and wink at him, making his cock twitch and he huffs at himself, reaching to gather the plates to distract himself.
You are in shock that Dave is picking up his own plates and yours to take into the kitchen. Itâs the picture of domesticity. The only thing that is missing is music playing and laughter, followed up by the two of you dancing. âIâll have to make you some of my favorites.â You promise as you bring the rest of the dishes into the kitchen behind him.
Dave watches you as you begin to wash up and he helps, loading the dishes into the dishwasher. He doesnât remember the last time he did this but he canât allow you to cook and clean up. âGo get the pudding, Iâll finish this up.â He orders, loading the plates after rinsing them.
Drying your hands off, you turn away to go into the refrigerator to pull out the two dishes of chocolate pudding you had made, along with the homemade whipped cream. âI know itâs almost childish, but-â You shrug as you bring the bowls over to the counter near the sink. âIt reminds me of desserts with my mom. She loved chocolate pudding.â
Dave groans, âI do too.â He follows you to the table and sits down, taking the dish with eager eyes. âCan I- I saw a summary butâŚwhat happened to your mom?â He asks, wanting to hear the story from your lips.
You sigh and your spoon drags through the whipped cream. âMom and dad wanted lots of kids.â You explain, looking up to give him a small smile. âDid you know that?â Dave shakes his head, unaware of that but he knows you are an only child. âThey promised me a brother or sister for Christmas but mom went to the doctor when she was late and they both came home crying.â You scoop up some of the pudding and examine it so you donât have to look at Dave. âShe wasnât pregnant. She had cervical cancer. She- it was quick. Spread throughout her body rapidly and by Christmas, we were visiting her grave and dad was losing himself in the casinos and card games.â
Dave stares at you for a moment, looking into your eyes that are watering, and Dave wants to take all of that pain away. âIâm so sorry sweetheart. That - thereâs nothing I can say to make that better but I promise you, when we are married, you can have as many kids as you want. If we have a daughter, you can name her after your mother.â He vows, reaching for your free hand. He squeezes and sighs, now understanding why your father is the way he is.Â
âMy parentsâŚthey were killed. I was, God, around twenty two and my mom wanted me to attend this stupid political gala and I refused to go. I was young, wanting to go out and party. I didnât want to put on a suit and go make small talk. They went without me and on the way homeâŚtheir car skidded on black ice. Turned over and went down a hill and hit a tree. Both of them, their driver, and their guardâŚdead. I still remember getting that call.â He shivers slightly, âand then I had to take over the family business. I didnât have time to grieve, I had to get to work. So I did and here I am today.â
âIâm so sorry.â You donât think, reaching out and covering your combined hands with your free one. âThat is horrible, you didnât have time to mourn and you should have.â You donât like the fact that you are marrying a man you donât love, but you hate that he has been alone and unable to process that grief. âWere they - was it a good relationship?â You wonder if that is why he doesnât put any stock in love.
Dave sighs, looking down at your hands. âMy parents were arranged. My motherâs father knew my dadâs father and they arranged their marriage. It was a good choice based on political and financial factors. Love? Didnât apply. They barely spoke. My mother was always busy with charity events and my father was running the family business. They didnât love each other. It was convenient to them both. I admired my parents but when they died, I realized that admiration couldnât save them. It didnât help me run the business at such a young age.â
Understanding now what made Dave York think that love wasnât necessary, you pat his hand softly. âIâm sorry.â You murmur softly, your heart breaking at the younger Dave not having the loving home you believe all children deserve. Yours hadnât been perfect, but it wasnât cold. It sounds like they had little time for the child they created together. âI- I know you speak of heirs, and they are the future of your dynasty, butâŚâ you shake your head. âMy children will know love.â
With a sigh, Dave pulls his hand away from yours. He doesnât want to argue about fucking emotions anymore. If you want to believe in that shit, who is he to stop you? He wants you to be there for his children, to be a good mother and give them what he couldnât have from his own mother. âThe President will be attending our wedding. I gave a lot of money to his re-election campaign so he will be attending with the First Lady. I want to keep the President in my pocket. He knows to leave myâŚless than legal business alone.â
âOkay.â The moment has passed obviously and your own sigh is much quieter. Looking back down at your pudding and trying to ignore the pang of hurt and sadness at the coming lifetime of loveless interactions. âI will make sure that you are not embarrassed.â Your chair scrapes back from the counter as you stand, suddenly not wanting the sweet dessert. âI am tired.â You announce, dumping the bowl in the sink. âGoodnight.â
Dave watches you go, forcing himself to ignore the way his stomach twists at the sad look on your face before you get up. He stands up, grabbing his own dish and washes everything up, cleaning down the countertop and table so Mrs. Jenkins doesnât have too much work to do, and he makes his way to his study. He didnât even get to thank you for dinner. He wanted a business only marriageâŚso why does he want to go and see you? To make you smile. âFuck.â He huffs, slapping his cheek softly to make himself see sense. This is an arrangement. Only an arrangement.
****
Taking a deep breath, you try not to cry. Not tears of happiness as you stand in the altered perfection of your motherâs wedding dress and look at your reflection. In a matter of minutes, you will walk down the aisle to marry a man who doesnât love you, and you donât love him. Everything is picture perfect and itâs all a farce, an image for him to project to the world. The powerful mafia boss with his virginal bride, pure and innocent, to bear the future generations of his dynasty. You look away from the mirror, blinking quickly so you donât ruin your makeup and straighten your spine. Today is the result of the last month of careful planning and you will not ruin it for him. You will give him what heâs bought. âIâm ready.â You tell the coordinator, nodding for emphasis.
Dave adjusts his bow tie as he stands at the altar. Waiting for you, heâs anxious, especially since the crowd is large. Pretty much all of D.C are in attendance. The President sitting with his security, and Daveâs own security are scattered throughout the room. He worries for a moment that you have run away, decides to try and escape him. His worries are assuaged when the music begins and the doors open. You didnât want any bridesmaids and Dave doesnât have a best man so your father walks you down the aisle and Daveâs stomach twists when he sees how beautiful you look. He canât look away as you make your way down the aisle to him and he knows he made the right choice. This past month, youâve been civil towards him, cooking meals now and then but he wouldnât let you break down his walls. Staying away almost every day to ensure he wouldnât want to get attached. He shakes your fatherâs hand when he approaches, taking yours after letting go to escort you the rest of the way to the officiant.
Dave leans in as the officiant begins to ramble. âYou look beautiful.â He whispers and you offer him a small smile, âthank you.â He truly means it. Your motherâs dress is gorgeous with the alterations and the red roses in your hand highlight your complexion. You look like an angel and he guesses that that makes him the devil. When itâs finally time for the vows, Dave repeats what he has to say, barely paying attention to them. They donât matter. He wonât be obedient and loyal. Never has been. He slides his finger into your finger, his dark eyes meeting yours as the officiant turns to you for you to say your vows.
âI.â Your voice is clear, without a waver in your voice to indicate any nerves, is picked up easily by the microphones for the video and the guests in the back of the large church. âTake you, David Anthony York, to be my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and health, to forsake all others, for as long as I live.â You know your husband will not be faithful, having gone to the hotel where you had been told you were marrying him, several times in the past month. You have already told him what you expected and if Dave didnât listen, there was nothing you could do about it. There was a ring for Dave, the thick gold band fits perfectly on his hand but you arenât sure if it will be worn beyond tonight. You slide the ring on his hand and turn towards the officiant again.
Dave doesnât listen to the rest of the speech, not really interested until the officiant declares you husband and wife. Announcing that Dave can now kiss his bride. He hasnât kissed you since that night in the kitchen so he steps closer, reaching out to cup your cheeks and presses his lips to yours in a kiss that declares to everyone in the ballroom and the world that you belong to him.
You feel the possession in the way that his lips cover yours. Heâs not kissing you in love and joy, itâs to show status. You are now his completely. Your eyes flutter closed, knowing it will look better on camera, as if you are melting into the kiss. Listening to the applause from the guests as Dave breaks off the kiss.
He smiles, grabbing your hand to walk you down the aisle as everyone cheers for the newly wed couple and once youâre beyond the double doors, he drops your hand. He ignores your hurt look and the photographer comes over so he wraps his arm around your waist. âCome on sweetheart, letâs take some photos.â He hates taking photos but itâs necessary for his heir to have photos of his parentâs wedding day.
Itâs hard to smile for the photos when itâs obvious that Dave is putting very little effort into making this day enjoyable. You are stiff in his arms and any hope you have for the future dies. You stand how the photographer tells you to and smile when they say smile, plastering the look on your face - one that doesnât reach your eyes.
Dave is grateful when the photos are over. He fucking hates taking photos and his mind hasnât been changed. He takes your hand once more, guiding you into the ballroom that is being used for your reception and the crowd cheers as the band announces Mr. and Mrs. York. Dave guides you to the dance floor, not even knowing what song you picked for the first dance but he is a surprisingly good dancer. All those years of fighting made him coordinated.
The guests are already starting to drink, several open bars that are scattered throughout the reception hall are already packed with people to get booze. Waiters are gliding around the room with canapĂŠs and champagne to those that donât want hard liquor. You try to focus on the crowd, instead of the man that is guiding you through the dance. After this, you will go change into the dress you had picked out for the party, packing your motherâs dress away carefully.
Dave smiles as he twirls you around, leaning in to softly kiss you once the song ends. He doesnât listen to a lot of top 40 music nowadays, but he knows Adele and you picked one of her songs for the dance. He wants to roll his eyes but he doesnât. 'Easy On Me'Â isnât exactly romantic. âStrange song choice sweetheart.â He comments as he pulls back, knowing he has to go mingle while you go change. He wants your wedding dress on for the first dance for photos but now you can go get out of it. Heâs hoping you picked some of the lingerie he sent you to wear under it.
You donât answer him, instead you walk out of the reception hall and hurry with the coordinator back to the room you had used to get ready. The next dress is sexier, more flirty than the wedding dress and it matched the white lingerie you had picked out. You have no doubt that Dave would want to consummate your marriage tonight and you were honestly scared of it. You donât know what kind of man, lover, he is and youâve only shared three kisses.
Dave greets people as they approach him, business associates both legal and illegal all gathered in the same room to celebrate his wedding. He waits for you to get changed and when the band announces your return, his cock twitches at the new sexier dress youâre wearing. A perfect virginal white and he immediately wonders what you have underneath it. You approach him and he kisses you again, pressing his lips to yours to show his intentions. âSo fucking beautiful and all mine.â He murmurs against your lips, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you close while the crowd cheers.
Dave grins, turning you around so he can guide you over to the Presidentâs table. âMr. President, Maâam.â He greets the couple, âthis is my beautiful wife.â He introduces you, wanting you to have the honor of meeting the only man possibly as powerful as Dave in this country. He can easily whisper in the manâs ear to get shit done, heâs just gotta offer a few million towards his campaign.
Itâs a bit surreal, the idea that the President is at your wedding and you shake his hand, trying not to grimace when he kisses the back of your hand in a wet, opened mouth kiss. Barely resisting the urge to wipe your hand off, you turn to his wife and greet her warmly, wondering if she accepts what kind of man she is married to.
Dave clenches his jaw at the way the president kisses your hand. He wraps his arm around your waist, dragging you back towards him after youâve greeted the First Lady and he turns to the President, leaning in to whisper in his ear. âYou ever touch my wife again, Iâll make sure no one in D.C even remembers your name.â He threatens, knowing that even the secret service wonât intervene in his threat. Dave pulls back and plasters on a fake grin as he turns to you, âshall we go eat, sweetheart?â
âYes.â You arenât hungry but you want to get away from the President before something else happens to cause a scene. The last thing you needed was your wedding to be surrounded by scandal. âIs it what you wanted?â You ask as the two of you are seated at your wedding table.
Dave smiles, nodding. Heâs not sure if you mean the wedding or you but he knows heâs happy with both. âI am very happy. The wedding is incredible and so are you. My beautiful bride. I canât wait for tonight.â He reaches down to squeeze your thigh.
You bite your lip, staring down at your plate as you try to hide how worried you are. You know what to expect, you arenât naive, but you had always imagined giving yourself to a man you loved.
Dave noticed your hesitancy and sighs. âDonât worry sweetheart. Iâll look after you.â He promises, leaning closer. âYouâre gonna cum on my cock tonight.â He coos, squeezing your thigh before letting go.
Your cheeks heat up and all you can do is nod as you try to eat a little bit of the beautiful meal the caterer has made. Itâs easily a dinner that is easily better than any state dinner. However, you are so nervous, you can barely stomach anything.
Dave watches you barely eat and he isnât happy about that. Wondering if itâs anxiety. He will ensure you eat later. He will get you whatever you want. âItâs time for the cake cutting.â The band singer announces and Dave guides you over to the huge cake, smiling as he cuts it with his hand over yours, the cameras flashing. He kisses you before feeding you a piece of the cake. Wanting you to be fed and comfortable. He feeds you another piece of cake, happy you chose chocolate. âNow itâs time for the garter toss before the bouquet toss.â
Shivering slightly, you allow Dave to guide you over to the chair that had been set in the middle of the dance floor while all the single men are invited on the floor to try to catch your garter. Youâve never had a man touch your bare thigh where Dave is going to be reaching and it embarrasses you that itâs going to be done in front of all these people. Sitting down in the chair, youâre shocked to see Dave kneel down and give you a smug wink before he starts sliding his hands under your dress.Â
Dave ducks under your dress, his hands sliding along your thighs - clad in silk stockings - until he finds the garter. He shifts closer once he is between your legs and he inhales deeply the heady scent of your body and it makes his cock twitch. When he looks up and sees the pretty white lace covering your virgin cunt and the matching garter belt he groans, loving how sweet and innocent it looks. He knows he canât take advantage so he finds the garter on your leg, gripping it with his teeth and slowly, so slowly, drags it down your leg.
Your gasp of shock makes everyone laugh, your new husbandâs head under your dress. You hear some vulgar comments, but you are too busy burning in embarrassment from him seeing you under your dress. Cringing and trying not to when you feel the grade of his teeth on your skin.
Dave emerges from your dress, victorious with your garter in his teeth, and he winks at you before he shifts to stand up, his cock semi hard and he discreetly adjusts himself before turning back to the group of single men. âReady fellas?â He asks and all of them cheer. Part of him doesnât want to give up your garter but he knows this is good for show. He tosses it, rolling his eyes when Resnik catches it. He turns back towards you, holding his hand out to help you up and he notices your flustered appearance. âNice panties sweetheart.â He murmurs with a smirk.
âOh my god.â You huffs, ready to just melt into the floor. This man was your husband by law and had every intention of taking your virginity tonight, but you are so flustered by the fact that he just saw your panties. âShut up.â The coordinator saves you from saving anything else, bringing over your bouquet while the DJ announces that the single women should come to the dance floor for the tossing of the bouquet. Giving you something else to focus on besides the fact that you hadnât missed the way that your husband had to adjust himself right in front of your face.
Dave watches you toss the bouquet, one of your coworkers catches it and flushes when she has to dance with Resnik. Dave wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your neck. âTheyâd make a good couple.â He murmurs.Â
You scoff, âpretty sure murderers arenât her type.âÂ
Dave snorts, âyet you married one.â He is anxious now to get this reception over with so he can get you back to his home. He canât wait to see you. All of you.
âIt wasnât as if I had a choice.â You remind him, pulling away and giving the excuse that you wanted your glass of champagne. While you were tossing the bouquet, you noticed a lot of your guests were well on their way to being drunk and it sounds like a perfect way to survive your wedding night. You donât want to remember it. Tossing back your head, you down the rest of your champagne and motion to a waiter to take this glass and give you another.
Dave frowns, grabbing the glass before you can take it when the waiter returns. "Don't you think you've had enough?" He reprimands, setting the glass down on the nearby table then he grabs your hands. "Why are you trying to get drunk?"
You snort, annoyed that he has taken away the glass from you like a naughty child. âPerhaps I wanted some liquid courage, this is my first time.â You remind him, as if he had forgotten. âForgive me if I just donât trust that it will be an amazing experience.â
Dave feels himself get pissed at that. He reaches to grab your chin, making you look into his eyes. âDonât you ever think that I am a selfish lover. Tonight, you might be losing your virginity but I will be good and make you cum. I want you to enjoy having sex with me. We need to have sex multiple times to make sure youâre pregnant, so why wouldnât I make it good for you? Donât ever fucking assume sweetheart. Youâre done with the champagne. I want you to remember tonight.â He orders.
Your eyes prick with tears and you know that this - everything - is what Dave wants. If he wants you sober, he will have you sober. âYes sir.â You hiss spitefully, furious that you have no say in anything in your life. You will be fucked regardless of your own wishes and get pregnant when he wants you to be. Your doctorâs appointment proved to him that you are indeed a virgin and fertile.
Dave caresses your cheek, leaning in to kiss your forehead despite you shoving lightly on his chest. âGo say your goodbyes. We are leaving.â He orders, stepping away from you to bid goodbye to the important people and he tells the wedding coordinator that you are leaving so the guests can see you off.
You stall as long as you can, making sure to make every person feel like they are special. You see Dave coming back over to where you are, going through his goodbyes much quicker and taking you by the elbow to hurry you along. You want to cry, but they will see that and you canât have that. Instead you plaster a smile on your face as people file out of the hall, ready to shower you in bird seed before you climb into the car to take you back to Daveâs house.
Dave takes your hand and smiles as the bird seed is thrown over you, people clapping as he guides you to the car and helps you in before he slides in beside you. âYou ready?â He asks. You donât even look at him, staring out the window as the car pulls away. Dave sighs when you donât respond, leaning back into the seat .
Your knees tremble, your nerves getting the best of you. You wonder how he is going to touch you. All the porn that youâve watched is geared towards women and Dave - despite what he might say - is going to be concerned with his own pleasure. You donât need to cum in order to get pregnant. âWhy are we going home? Wouldnât the hotel be more appropriate?â
Dave looks at you, a smile on his face, and he reaches out to stop your knee bouncing. âI wanted our baby to be conceived in my home, not my hotel. PlusâŚI donât want any interruptions. I want it to be just us.â He removes his hand from your knee, looking back out of the window.
You bite your lip, even more nervous now that you know that you will be alone in the house. Often there are plenty of people roaming around but if Dave wants it empty, it will just be you. âHow long are you having the house to ourselves?â You ask, trying to make it seem like you arenât terrified.
âAs long as I want.â He answers without looking over at you. He knows youâre nervous, can feel it in the air, but he wonât allow you to use that as an excuse. You are nervous of the unknown but he knows he can make you relax. He meant what he said. You need to enjoy sex with him and he wants to fuck you to get you pregnant. Once youâre pregnant, heâll go back to his women. Not wanting even more attachments. The car pulls into his estate and he thanks the driver once the car has stopped, opening his own door and making his way around to open your door.Â
For a split second, you consider jumping in the driver's seat and stealing the car. Itâs completely ridiculous and it makes you snort, slightly panicked as Dave opens the door and holds out his hand for you to take. Swallowing, you let him guide you out of the car and into the house.
Dave unlocks the unusually quiet house and turns towards you. âIâll go wait in my room for you. Iâm sure youâll want to get ready, freshen up.â He tells you, âIâm going to get a scotch. You want anything?â
âYou donât want me drunk.â You remind him as you turn towards the stairs without waiting to see what he has to say. You climb the stairs and sigh. You are going to strip out of the dress and put on the robe that you had bought with the lingerie. You know Dave will want to see what you are wearing underneath. Maybe after itâs over he will send you back to your room.
Dave ignores your sass and makes his way to his office, pouring himself a scotch, then he makes his way upstairs to his bedroom, leaving the double doors open so you can come in when you are ready. He didnât want any staff in the house for this moment, his cock already half hard with the fact that he is going to be taking your innocence tonight.
Taking a deep breath, you step out of your bedroom and make your way down the hallway to Daveâs suite. The master suite was larger than yours and you pause when you see the doors are open in invitation. Making you swallow again before you slink into the doorway. Watching him stare out the window while he sips his scotch, you wonder if you will ever come to love the man you call husband.
Dave turns when he hears you enter his bedroom, feet bare and robe swaying around your ankles. Heâs never seen a more angelic sight, especially since you are wearing virginal white. Your face is pinched but he shifts to sit down on the plush seat by the window. âSit.â He orders, grabbing the chair to drag it in front of him. You frown, confused as you sit down in front of him. He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, the scotch sloshing as he grips the glass. âTake your panties off and spread your legs. I want to see what I paid for.â
Your face burns and you close your eyes in utter humiliation. Swallowing again, you turn around, knowing you will have to unclip your stocking to slide your panties down. The fact that this man bought you is never more obvious than right now. Fingers shaking, you unclip the delicate clasps that keep your thigh highs up so you can do as he orders.
Dave watches you as you roll your thigh highs down after unclipping them and you seem to take a while but he doesnât rush you. When youâre done, you reach up, hands shaking as you hook your fingers in your panties, lifting your hips so you can push them down to your ankles. You kick the lace aside and inhale deeply, face on fire as you open your legs to display your cunt. Daveâs eyes focus on your pussy, untouched and fucking perfect. âChrist.â He hisses, fingers flexing against the glass heâs holding. âHave you ever touched yourself, sweetheart?â He asks, voice raspy.
âY-Yes.â Your voice is low and you wonder if he will be upset that youâve touched yourself. Wondering if he wanted you completely innocent. âIâve just- Iâve never put more than a tampon inside me.â You admit quietly. You hadnât ever wanted to stick your fingers inside yourself, but you had the standard doctorâs visits.
Daveâs nostrils flare as you confess you havenât really touched yourself. âHave you ever made yourself cum?â He asks, sipping his scotch while keeping his eyes between your thighs, loving the thatch of curls above your pretty folds.
âI think soâŚ.â You whisper, your cheeks burning. âI- it felt really good.â You try to explain as you think about the times you had touched yourself in the dark. âItâs not like Iâve reallyâŚtalked about this with anyone else. Not even my friends.â
âYou will with me. Iâm your husband. I want you to spread your folds for me, use your fingers to show me the pretty pussy thatâs now mine.â He orders, shifting to set the glass of scotch down on the table beside his chair.
You bite your lip, shuddering slightly and taking a deep breath before you try to follow his orders. Fumbling for a moment before you pull your lips apart, your index finger pressing against your clit and you gasp and close your eyes so you donât have to see him watching you.
âOpen your eyes, sweetheart.â His voice lowers even more and you reluctantly open your eyes and look across the room. He tuts, shifting closer and he grips your chin to keep your eyes on his. âKeep looking at me.â He orders, licking his finger on his free hand and he brings it down to your clit, slowly rubbing the bundle of nerves.
Moaning quietly, your hips squirm, away from his touch or seeking it - you donât really know. Not that Dave York would allow you to refuse his touch. Your eyes are watching his darken with desire. âFuck.â You whimper quietly, shuddering when a burst of pleasure rushes through you.
He watches you as you whimper and he rubs your clit a little harder, wanting you to get wet enough for him to open you up a little. He releases your jaw, leaning in to kiss along it instead. âThat feel good, baby?â
You canât help but breathe out a little sigh of agreement. You bite your lip to try to keep from making too much noise. Even though itâs not like the house isnât empty.
âGood. Wanna make you feel good. Wanna make this pussy mine in every way.â He rubs your clit, wanting you to cum like this before he starts to open you up for his cock. He doesnât want you to be in a lot of pain. His cock is hard in his pants but he doesnât adjust himself, wanting to focus on you.
Keeping your eyes on him, his fingers make your hips start to move again. Rolling against his hand on instinct and your own moans getting louder. Watching the pride bloom across his face and your breathing speeding up.
âGood girl.â He coos, needing you to cum, so he rubs your clit a little harder. Loving how you are already so responsive. âWant you to cum for me. Want that pussy weeping for my cock.â He tells you, pressing his lips to your jaw again.
The feeling of his mouth on your jaw makes you fall over the edge. Crying out loudly, you feel your entire body tense up. Youâve felt that before but not nearly as intense as what you have been able to do. Feeling your cunt start to clench down around nothing.
Dave fucking loves watching you cum. Already addicted to it. He rubs your clit to work you through it for a moment then he slides his finger lower, circling your entrance and he slowly pushes his finger into you.
âD-Dave.â You gasp out his name, feeling his fingers start to push inside you. It feels foreign and fantastic. âI- oh god.â You moan, reaching down and grabbing his wrist. You donât know if you want him to stop but you need to touch him. Wishing you had something more than just being married between you.
He pauses, watching you to see if you wanted him to stop but you donât. He continues, pushing his finger into you, groaning at how fucking tight you are. âJesus. Iâm gonna have to work you open. Youâll never take my cock otherwise.â He murmurs, pumping his finger in and out of you.
Cheeks burning, you whimper at the way he talks to you. Itâs different than being talked to by men hitting on you, you would never have let them touch you. But this man is touching you. Heâs your husband. âJust-â you bite off the order to tell him to get it over with as you moan again, his fingers curling up and pressing against something wonderful inside you.
"There it is, baby." He murmurs, pleased you are moaning and relaxing. He works his finger into you, curling it into that spot and he adds a second finger, wanting to slowly open you up. "This okay?" He asks, pumping his finger a little deeper on each movement, his dark eyes. watching your face.
âI- donât stop.â You had meant to tell him that it didnât matter if it was okay. That he had bought you and this was what he wanted. Instead you beg him not to stop, but it feels so good. Your eyes flutter every time he pushes his fingers deeper and you moan his name quietly.
Dave wants to make this good for you. He scissors his fingers, working you open even more and he curls them. His thumb pressed against your clit. He wants you to cum on his fingers, he wants to see you fall over the edge again. âCum for me baby. Cum again.â
The way he orders you around should piss you off. But it doesnât help that his tone is low and raspy, helping that fire in your belly burn brighter. It only takes a few more pumps of his fingers and you are crying out again, this time your walls squeezing his fingers while you try to grind down on them as much as you can with your legs draped over the arms of the chair.
Dave hums in delight, working you through it and he shifts off of his chair, withdrawing his fingers and he kneels in front of you. âMy beautiful bride.â He murmurs, kissing your inner thigh, his dark eyes looking up at you as he kisses along the sensitive skin until his tongue slides through your folds, groaning at your tangy taste.
His words makes your traitorous heart leap in your chest. Right before your entire body turns to melted wax at the touch of his tongue to your cunt. You never expected him to do something like this. Your head drops back against the chair and you moan out his name again. âOh Dave, oh shit.â
Dave caresses your thighs, squeezing the flesh while his tongue flicks your clit. He loves how you taste, knowing that he isnât the type of man to go down on women but this is your wedding night, your first time. He wants this to be special for you. His tongue delves into your tight pussy, curling and he shifts closer to press his nose to your clit.
Whining is definitely not a sound you thought you would make during this, but you are. Loudly and enthusiastically while you experience something that youâve only read about or watched. It is as good as everyone says and your hand reaches for the back of his head and your fingers tangle into his hair to hold onto.
Your whine is music to his ears, his tongue delving deeper, and he shakes his head so his nose rubs your clit. One of his hands slide up your body, cupping your lace clad breast, pinching your nipple through the material while his tongue curls deep in your cunt.
You whimper from the pressure against your clit and give a soft cry at the surprise of his tongue piercing into you. Making you shudder and rock your hips. It feels strange, but not unpleasant, but his nose against your clit feels amazing.
He needs you to cum one more time. His hand sliding higher to take over from his nose, his thumb rubbing your clit while his tongue keeps curling deep inside of you. He loves how you taste, mixed with the scotch heâd been drinking, youâre a fucking treat.
Your eyes slip closed again, not to keep from looking at Dave, but because the pleasure is starting to get to be too much. One hand in his hair and the other clawing at the chair, you feel your body start to shake again. Crying out as the rush of heat spreads through your core and you hear Dave groan into you.
He loves hearing you cum. Itâs music to his ears, and he works you through it, his tongue lapping up every drop of your cum. He smacks his lips when you push his head away when it becomes too much, and he kisses your thigh while you come back down from your orgasm.
Panting softly, you try not to jump when Daveâs hand squeezes your breast again. âGet up, sweetheart.â He orders. âWe are moving to the bed so I can strip you down.â Your stomach flips and you nod, moving so you can stand after Dave rocks back away from you.
He helps you over to the bed, his lips pressing against your jaw as he reaches around you to unclasp your bra. You whimper and he chuckles against your neck as he drags the straps down and steps back to look at your tits. âFucking perfect. Shit. I canât wait until those are full of milk.â He groans and reaches out to squeeze your breast.
You shudder and look away, fully aware that his plan for you includes being pregnant just as soon as possible. Swallowing, you stand in only your garter belt, letting him touch you how he wants. Your breathing is shallow, almost panting but itâs mainly from being nervous.
Dave wants you completely naked, so his hands slide down to unclasp the garter belt, tossing it aside so he can see every single inch of you. âFuck, youâre so perfect.â He groans, cock now throbbing and he reaches up to tug on his bow tie, starting to undress himself
Laying down on the bed, you try to keep your eyes off of him but you are curious as to what your husband looks like. After all, this is the man that you are married to, the man whose children you will bear. Biting your lip, you watch him strip off his shirt after removing the cuff links and unbuttoning it. You wonder if the other women he slept with anticipated sex while watching him undress or if they were merely giddy about the things he could offer them. Right now, you feel like you are going to be sick.Â
Dave takes his time to strip off, setting his clothes over the back of the chair you had soaked. He finally gets down to his briefs and pushes them down, allowing you to see his hard cock for the first time. The first cock youâve ever seen and if he has his way, the last one youâll ever see.
âGod.â Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of Daveâs heavy, thick cock. Youâve only ever seen one in a porn and it looks a lot more intimidating in person. âI- I don-donât know.â You stammer, sitting up and shaking your head. âIt- that is - oh God.â
Dave canât help but feel a little smug at your reaction but he wonât let you get too anxious. He shifts to kneel on the bed, grabbing your waist to lift you up onto the pillows and he kneels between your thighs. âItâs gonna fit baby. Donât worry.â He slides his hand along your thigh before pushing two thick digits into you. âItâs gonna hurt for a moment but then itâs gonna be good.â He promises, curling his fingers until he withdraws them, shifting to position his cock at your entrance. He slowly pushes in, just the head, and gives you a moment.
You gasp and your eyes close, turning your head away. âLook at me.â Dave huffs, gripping your chin lightly and turning you back towards him. You want to refuse him, but you shouldnât. His lips slide over yours softly and you whimper again, opening your eyes to look up into his dark ones. It feels different, but he doesnât hurt you and your walls clench around him experimentally.
He pushes deeper into you. Youâre so fucking tight and the fact that you are completely his has his ready to cum but he doesnât, wanting to savor this moment. He pushes deeper, rocking his hips to work you open. âRelax.â He orders, feeling how tense you are beneath him.
You try, gripping the sheets under you as you try to force your body to relax. Itâs impossible though. Itâs pinching slightly and itâs nothing like you had imagined. No soft, loving words or whispers of adoration. You get the feeling that heâs being more gentle than he normally is, but there no love in this. You choke back a sob and try to remind yourself that he promised you that it would be okay.
Dave caresses your side as he pushes into you, wincing when you gasp at the final push to seat him fully inside of your tight, wet cunt. âOh fuck.â He groans, trying to control himself while he presses his forehead to yours. âYouâre so perfect. So fucking perfect and all mine.â He rasps, slowly rocking his hips now that you seem to relax beneath him.
You take deep breaths, trying to focus on the way that he feels inside you. His body is hovering over yours and you feel the slow grind of his hips. Your body seems to know what to do, your walls fluttering around him and squeezing down on him every time he pushes deeper when he pulls his hips back. âYours.â You gasp out, knowing that you are his.
He fucking loves hearing you say it. He grabs your hand, lifting it above your head so he can admire the beautiful rings on your finger that display the fact that you are his. He grinds deep, rocking his hips, and when he thinks about getting you knocked up on this first time, he loses it. With a low groan, he cums. Painting your walls with his seed.
You feel the heat, hearing him groan and stiffen over you. Heâs cum. Closing your eyes, the tears squeeze out and you turn your head away while his face is buried in your neck while he continues to rock into you. Itâs over. Heâs taken your virginity and possibly filled you with his baby. Making your heart ache knowing that there is no way you can ever tell your future child that you created them with love.
Dave grunts as he finishes rocking inside of you, kissing your neck. "God that was good. Sorry you didn't cum. Next time." He promises, shifting to pull out of you. "I'll clean you up then I gotta go to my office and do some work. You should get some sleep." He says, shifting off of the bed to walk into his bathroom, wetting a rag and carrying it back in.
You cringe and try not to flinch when he wipes you clean with efficient swipes of his rag over your cunt. Disappearing back into his bathroom while you lay there for a moment before you bolt off the bed. If his room is like yours, the closet is inside the bathroom and you hurriedly gather your lingerie and the robe before you rush out of the room for the safety of your own room, trying to hold back the tears.
****
Dave never came into your room. You had cried and then soaked in a bath after you had calmed down. You were stuck in this, it was too late to regret it and there was nothing that you could do change it. You just have to make the best of it, but it hurts to know that he hadnât even cared enough to come to you after he had finished his work. He was probably glad you left his room, his dismissal clear from his attitude. Dressing quickly, you slip out of your room, eager to eat something and hopefully make it back before Dave ever woke up.
****Â
Dave looks up as you enter his office, tears in your eyes as you avoid looking at him, and he frowns. You look relieved. "What's wrong?" He huffs, not having time for dramatics. "I got my period." Dave sighs, knowing that it would take more than one fuck to knock you up. Since hearing you cry, he left you alone, but he needs to fuck you again. "When your period ends, we will have sex until you are pregnant. I want you to track your fertility. I will have the doctor help you to ensure you are pregnant before your next period." He says before turning back to his computer. The discussion is over.
You stare at him for a moment and huff. âMaybe you should get checked by a doctor.â You hate the way that he is just dismissing you. Itâs obvious that you are nothing more than his little pet. The virgin (not anymore) bride to keep to breed his spawn. âYou should get tested, that way if you are sterile, I donât have to endure being in your bed.â You hiss before you turn around and stalk out of his office, angry at the bastard now.
Dave rolls his eyes. He had already been tested. He knows he is fertile. Heâs a man who lives for the details. He tries to keep away from you, knowing you hate him. He doesnât need you to love him, he just needs you to have his child.Â
****
âDonât forget we have the charity dinner tonight. I am having Manuel come over to do your hair and makeup. Theres a new dress hanging up in your closet.â He says while he eats his breakfast opposite you.
âWhatever you need.â You answer, poking at your own breakfast. You arenât very hungry, itâs been days since the scene in his office and he has barely spoken to you. The house stays quiet and you hate it. âI will be ready when you need me to be.â You finished your menstrual cycle last night and you are hoping to get a few more days before he makes you come to his room.
âTonight. I want to fuck you so be ready for it.â He says like heâs discussing the weather. âWe will need to have sex every night until you are pregnant.â He declares, not willing to negotiate. This isnât a negotiation and he wants to show you off tonight. His beautiful wife.
âOf course.â Your jaw clenches slightly but you donât say anything else. You are just his brood mare and the sooner he gets you pregnant, the sooner he will leave you alone. Thereâs nothing between the two of you beyond the fact that you are married. âAnything else?â
âMake sure you donât have this attitude tonight. I need to make sure no one questions this marriage. I need my associates to believe you at least like me.â He canât say he isnât bothered by how much you hate him but he can understand. âI didnât pay for you to hate me.â He quips as he sets his coffee cup down, looking at you.
âHard to like someone I donât know.â You mutter under your breath and narrow your eyes at him before you change into a bright sunny smile and look adoringly at him. âIs this better, honey?â You coo mockingly, knowing he he could care less about how you actually feel about him. Heâs made that clear.
Dave shakes his head, grabbing your hand. âDonât mock me sweetheart. You might not want to be married to me but you donât want to know what Iâm capable of. I can break you down. I can destroy you. Destroy your father. Donât ever fucking forget that.â He squeezes your hand before he lets go and stands up. âBe ready for six.â He orders then strides out of the room.
âI fucking hate you.â You hiss quietly, tears forming again and you feel completely alone even though you know that there are people around.Â
****
At six, you are ready. His stylist had come to fix your hair and makeup. It was flawless and the dress that had been picked out was stunning. You would be the Belle of any ball, although you would not be on Prince Charmingâs arm. After breakfast, you had walked outside for hours, talking to yourself before you had gone into the kitchen and started baking. Muffins, cookies, and cakes were all piled up on the counters as you thought about your dilemma. You decided that while you would never love Dave, you wouldnât fight him anymore. It wasnât doing you any good. So tonight, you were going to be the perfect dress up doll. Give him exactly what he paid for.
Dave adjusts his bow tie, making his way to the foyer to wait for you. The car is ready and he is anxious to see what you look like in the dress he had picked out. When you appear, walking down the stairs, his cock twitches and he holds his hand out. âYou look gorgeous sweetheart. Perfect.â He kisses your cheek and is surprised when you donât wince. âCome on, letâs get in the car. The sooner we arrive, the sooner we can leave.â Heâs excited to strip the dress off of you.
You hum in agreement and let Dave escort you out to the waiting car. Thanking him as he helps you in and closes the door behind you before he climbs in on the other side. âI asked the stylist to do my makeup in a way that you preferred.â You offer by way of conversation. âWhich charity event is this tonight?â
âWho the fuck knows? Probably something to do with orphan children. Or animals. I donât know. I just show up, write a check, smile for some photos and leave. I get sick and tired of these events. My parents used to drag me to them constantly. We will go, give the check, have a dance, and come home so I can fuck you. Your period is over?â He asks for confirmation.
âYes.â Apparently charity work isnât his favorite thing. But you remember that his parents died while attending an event such as this. âIt ended last night. They donât last long.â You arenât going to lie to him, knowing itâs useless to do so. âSo donât plan on making small talk, good to know.â
Dave looks out of the window, watching D.C pass by until the car pulls up to one of the hotels. Not one of his. He sighs as the door is opened and Dave helps you out, wrapping his arm around your waist as he guides you into the hotel and to the ballroom. âYou do look beautiful tonight. Iâm the luckiest man in this entire place.â He tells you as he notices the stares of other men.
You flash Dave a smile, one meant to show everyone that he was the best man in the room in your eyes. âThank you, honey.â You reach up and smooth the lapels of his tuxedo. âI have to make sure that I am suitable for the most powerful man here.â You coo, knowing others will hear and spread gossip about how Dave Yorkâs wife simpers over him.
He grins, loving how you coo over him and he leans forward to press his lips to yours, claiming you in front of every men and woman who dares to desire what belongs to him. His hands slide down to almost grab your ass, his tongue dipping into your mouth before he pulls back and kisses your lips once more. âLetâs get a drink and drop off the damn check.â
You are going to have to get used to the way Dave operates. He can just turn off the charm like a switch, blowing hot and cold so much that you are reeling from that kiss. Instead of protesting, you tuck your hand around his arm and lean into his side like the dutiful wife, determined to make sure he has nothing to complain about tonight.
Dave guides you over to the host of this evening. Some old politicians wife who loves to throw a party and call it a fundraiser. Dave knows they pocket a large chunk of money but doesnât dispute it as long as they vote the way he wants them to when it comes time. âJanice. How are you?â Dave charms the old woman who kisses his cheek, leaving her old fashioned lip color on his skin. âWonderful Dave. How are you? Is this your new bride? Our invite to the wedding mustâve gotten lost.â Janice offers you a fake smile. Dave chuckles, just as insincere. âIt was an intimate wedding.â Janice snorts, âwith most of D.C in attendance.â Dave wants to roll his eyes but he offers her a charming smile and hands her the check. âHereâs my donation. Now, I am going to take my wife on the dance floor.â
Dave guides you away before you can do more than smile and nod to the older woman. âShould they have been invited?â You ask, knowing Dave had produced the list of people attending beyond those you wanted to come.
âNo.â Dave scoffs as he strides out to the middle of the floor with you on his arm. âHer husband wonât be re-elected next year.â He tells you confidently before he pulls you against him.
âOh.â Your hand slides up to wipe away the womanâs lipstick off his cheek. âThen I wonât worry about it.â
âYou shouldnât worry about it. These people think they run the show but they donât. The man who has the money runs the showâŚme. I wonât let these sneaky fuckers ruin my business, my country. I control their asses with my money so she can bitch all she wants but her and her husband are of no use to me.â He loves the way you wiped the lipstick from his cheek. âI hate that shade. Like your lipstick more.â He murmurs, his eyes dipping down to your lips.
âIt goes with the dress you picked.â You fluster slightly, even with your feelings towards your husband not the best, he was very handsome and it is disconcerting to have his attention on your mouth. âI assume it was you. And thank you, itâs gorgeous.â He does provide many expensive things and you know he could make you pay for them if he wanted to.
Dave smiles, starting to move you around the dance floor. âYouâre gorgeous. Every man in here wishes he was me. I am so proud to have you as my wife. When youâre pregnantâŚChrist, youâre gonna be the most incredible woman in this town.â He promises. âI knowâŚI know you hate me but I do want you to be happy with me. I donât want you to be unhappy.â
âI donâtâŚ.hate you.â You turn your head and look across the dance floor, noticing a lot of eyes on the two of you. Photographers are snapping photos and you know it will end up in the society section of the newspaper. âI donât know you.â You turn back towards your husband. âI just - I wish that it wouldnât seem like a business deal.â You confess. âWhy do you want me pregnant so badly?â
Dave sighs, his hand caressing your back as he turns you away from the photographers. âI-â Before he can answer you, his name is called and he turns his head to see old Oliver Platt. One of his fatherâs associates who has since retired to allow his son to take over. Dave continues dancing with you as Oliver guides his wife over, swaying her to the music.
âHow are you, son? This is your beautiful bride we have heard so much about from everyone.â Oliver beams and Dave nods, offering the old man a smile before introducing you. âSheâs gorgeous. Your old man wouldâve been proud of you, ya know. Always said he couldnât wait to see you married with kids of your own, running the show. Look at you now.â
Daveâs smile falters but remains in his face. âItâs good to see you sir.â Dave offers him with respect, his heart aching, and Oliver winks at you.
âYou got a good man there. Look after him.â He orders then dances his wife to another associate.
Dave stares at a blank spot across the room for a moment until his dark eyes come back to you. âTo answer your questionâŚ.I want a child because I donât have a family. My parents are dead. I have no siblings. No aunts and uncles or cousins. My grandparents are dead. Itâs been just me for long and I want a family to protect and who loves me for who I really am. Not just what I can give them. I donât want to be alone anymore.â He knows he sounds vulnerable and he avoids that at all cost but right now, youâre his wife and he trusts you. Even if you do hate him.
Your heart aches for Dave, knowing that admitting that must have been very hard for him. Heâs not a man who likes to expose weaknesses. Heâs lonely, a feeling you can understand and relate to. Your own life was lonely and filled with worry about your father for so long. Maybe this could be a fresh start for the two of you. Taking a deep breath and deciding that you will make the first move, you lean in and press your lips to his. Itâs a gentle kiss, more comforting than passionate but you know it catches him off guard. âTake me home, Dave.â You ask him softly, accepting that you are going to willingly go to his bed until you are carrying the beginning of the family he wants.
Dave is shocked by the soft kiss and your words, certain that you loathe him, but here you are, looking at him like that and asking him to take you home. He nods, reaching for your hand, and he doesn't bid goodbye to anyone as he guides you through the ballroom and out to his awaiting car. He wants to touch you, to kiss you, to make you moan his name. He wants you to want him. When you're in the car and driving home, he shifts closer to you, kissing your neck, the scent of your perfume driving him crazy. "I want to fuck you." He groans, his hand on your thigh where the dress slits to expose your skin.
âThatâs why we are going home.â You remind him breathlessly. His lips on your skin makes your pulse jump and you know that your attraction to Dave isnât linked to your heart. It makes you sad, but you push away the thought. âOr we can fuck right here.â You offer, taking his hand and sliding it up further. âIâm not wearing anything under this dress.â You reveal.
Dave groans at the feel of your bare pussy. Wet but not wet enough for him to fuck you. He kisses your neck again, biting down on the sensitive skin, and he slides his fingers through your folds until he finds your clit. "Want you to cum on my fingers first." He murmurs, rubbing your clit slowly.
You are biting back a soft moan, closing your eyes as his fingers work over your sensitive skin. Whatever else can be said about Dave, he doesnât mind touching you. You know enough about men that most would have already been pulling their cock out and getting ready to slide inside you. âDave.â You whimper, knowing that he wonât stop until you are cumming for him.Â
Your whimper has him hard as a fucking rock and eager to make you whimper his name again. He rubs your clit a little harder, remembering what you liked before, and he groans when your hips buck into his hand. "Stay still." He orders, kissing along your jaw. "You looked so beautiful tonight. Every man in there wanted to fuck you but they can't because you're mine. Only I get to touch this pussy. Only I get to make you cum."
He loves to remind himself and you that you are his. But instead of rolling your eyes or making some kind of snarky comment, you give another soft moan. âYes you do.â You agree breathlessly. âMake me cum. I want to feel good, Dave.â You reach up to stroke his cheek and turn your lips to his.Â
He groans into your mouth, tongue immediately plunging in to caress yours, and he slides his fingers lower to push two thick digits into your tight cunt, his thumb pressing against your clit. "So wet for me." He murmurs, loving how wet you've become, and he begins to pump his digits in and out of you.
In a move that is shocking to even you, you push your dress up to your hips and move to straddle your husband. Your neck is bent down so you donât hit the top of the car but you donât care. For the first time since you had married Dave, you want this. Maybe itâs pity, or acceptance, you arenât sure - but you want to have sex with Dave, and you grind down on his fingers shamelessly.Â
Dave is shocked at your sudden move and he is fucking hard as a rock, his fingers pushing deep into you as he kisses you, his tongue tangling with yours. He curls his fingers, his covered cock pressing against your thigh.
The kiss becomes heated, frantic and your hands move from his shoulders where you were holding them for stability, to his hair. Tangling into his locks and tearing apart the carefully styled look that portrayed his power and status. You tug on it, moaning into his mouth when his other hand grips your hip even harder and his fingers push a bit harder into your cunt. âDave.â You pull away from his lips and your teeth nip down his jaw. âCan I- can I touch you?âÂ
"Yes. Yes. You can touch me." Dave permits and you reach down to work on unbuckling his belt. "Eager, are we sweetheart?" He teases, making you huff until he curls his fingers just right to make you moan and grind down onto his digits. "That's it baby. Want you to cum for me."
You squeeze his cock, not too rough, but you grin when you are rewarded with a quiet moan from your husband. âI want to-â you break off, embarrassed by the thought you had of kneeling down and sucking his cock in the back of the car. âYou know.â
"Jesus. You never have to ask if you want to do that, sweetheart." He promises, "but you need to let me cum inside of you. Not down that pretty little throat." He orders, withdrawing his fingers to help you release his cock from his pants.
âOkay.â Nervous, you slide off his lap and kneel between his spread thighs. Looking up at his dark eyes and then back down at his cock. Your fingers wrap around him again and you give him and experimental pump. âIâve never done this before.â You confess, aware that he knows this. âI donât know if Iâll be as good as the other women you have.â You donât say more, not wanting to anger him so you lean forward and take the tip in your mouth.
Dave's retort that you are his wife so this will automatically be better dies on his lips and he groans at the way your lips look wrapped around the head of his cock. "Jesus baby. You look so pretty." He hisses when you experimentally take him deeper. "Do what you want. I can guide you but I want you to do what feels right."
Surprised that you arenât being urged to take him deeper, you do just that. Realizing that Dave has done nothing but make sure that you arenât hurt during sex or that you are ready for him has you dripping. He might not love you, but he cares about you in his own way. You know that other women arenât given the same courtesy instinctively. Moaning around him, you squeeze the base and give him a gentle suck.Â
"Shit. You are a natural." Dave hisses, watching you as you experiment with his cock. "Such a good girl. Such a perfect wife. You are doing a good job. Taking my cock in that pretty little mouth. You gonna do what you want to me?" He rambles, glad the driver is paid to keep quiet.
You hum, feeling powerful as you feel your husbandâs control slipping. Right now you are in control and you feel like you could tell him to do anything and he would. Instead of testing that theory, you think about all of the things you had read and watched, pulling off of him again to kiss the tip and kitten lick it before you take him deeper again. Pushing him to the back of your throat, right before you gag and you slide a hand down to gently explore his balls.Â
"Careful. Don't - shit - don't hurt yourself." Dave orders, reaching down to cup your cheek despite the urge to thrust down your throat. He won't hurt you, won't add that sin to the neverending list of reasons why you hate him. "Shit. You are a dirty girl, aren't you? Where - fuck - did you learn this?" He pants.
Satisfied that you are pleasing him, you pull off his cock with a smirk. âI might have been a virgin, but I still read and watched porn.â You admit, rolling his balls around in your palm and your other hand slowly jerks off the base of his cock. âPlus, I love eating bananas.â You tease before you lower your head again and take him back into your mouth.
Dave's cock twitches inside of your mouth and he lets you bob your head a few more times until he grabs the back of your neck to drag you off of his cock. Reaching for you, he pulls you up into his lap. "You're gonna tell me what you read and watched while you ride my cock." He says, reaching between you to grip his cock and he checks you're wet enough before notching the head at your entrance, groaning at how hot and wet you are as he thrusts up into you while pulling you down.
âDave!â You cry out as he stretches you. There isnât the pain that there had been the last time, but you feel him just as vividly. Instead of trying to squirm away, you grind down on him, your head falling forward onto his shoulder while he grabs your hips. âI- I donât know all the porns.â You admit breathlessly. âA website. Bellesa House.â You whimper when you pull your hips up by bracing your knees on the seat and then quickly sink back down on him. âB-books are in my- my room.âÂ
âWhat do you want? What have you seen in the porn or read in the books that you want done to you? Or to do?â He asks, his voice low and raspy as he tries to control himself. You are so tight. He grabs your ass, helping to guide you as you rock on his cock.
âI want- I want you to cum down my throat.â You know he wonât, not this time. But you want to taste more than the salty spurt of his pre-cum. Dave groans, and you think heâs going to say no, but you keep talking. âI- I want to be- to be taken from behind.â You admit, cheeks burning as you try to voice what you had seen. It had turned you on and you imagined being fucked like that but you couldnât imagine it realistically.Â
He loves hearing you talk like this. âNot so innocent. That sweet little virgin rubbing her clit while thinking of swallowing cum and getting fucked from behind. What a little whore.â He teases, kissing your neck. âWe can do that. Just want you pregnant. You can swallow my cum after youâre pregnant. I can fuck you from behind when we get home. I want you to ride me now. Cum before we get home.â He smacks your ass.
Squealing, you move a little faster on his lap. Bouncing on his cock unsteadily before you start finding that natural rhythm that makes it feel so good. âDave.â You moan softly, ducking your head down and biting his bottom lip. âSlap my ass again.â You demand, enjoying the sting so much more than you thought you would have.Â
He obliges you, slapping your ass again, and he hisses when your walls clamp down on him. "So beautiful." He murmurs, kissing your chest and he reaches up to tug on the gown, breaking the strap so he can pull it down and wrap his lips around your nipple, biting down on it.
You whine, having played with your nipples before, but Dave hadnât sucked on the first for long. It makes you clench down around him again and roll your hips fast. âOh god.â You whimper, making him chuckle. âNot God baby, your husband.â He corrects you and you tug on his hair harder. Pulling him towards your breasts more. âFuck.â You gasp out, not even worried about the driver up front, too engrossed in the way that he is making you feel.Â
To see his previously virginal wife ride his cock like a pro and moan like a whore, it has him ready to cum. You are a fucking angel and devil combined in one beautiful package and he knows in this moment that he has made the right choice. It would be easy to love you but he won't allow himself. Love gets people killed and he won't do it. He switches to your other breast, ripping the other strap of the expensive gown and he groans when your walls flutter around his length.
âFill me up.â You gasp out, feeling your cunt start to clench down around it. Itâs dirty sounding, filthy - but right now it sounds like the sexiest thing ever. âP-please Dave.â You beg, grinding down on him as your hips stutter. âFill me up, want to feel it.âÂ
Dave wants you to cum first, you haven't cum from penetration. He clenches his jaw, willing himself to hold off from cumming, and he reaches between you to rub your clit. "Cum first baby. Need to feel you soak my cock."
It only takes a few more rolls of your hips before you are crying out. You stiffen in his arms, your walls shaking around his length and you feel the hot rush of pleasure flood your core and hear the squelch the next time you slide up on his cock.Â
Dave loves seeing you cum, the way your mouth opens and your brow furrows, it's fucking art. He lets himself go, grabbing your hips to pull you down onto his cock, pushing into your tight walls before painting them with his hot seed, a low groan escaping his lips while he buries his face in your neck.
This time, you donât cry. Instead, you drop your cheek onto his shoulder and sigh, trying to catch your breath. âOh wow.â Giggling, you canât believe that you just fucked your husband in the back of the car. Feeling free and slightly thrilled about that. Feeling him throb and your walls randomly flutter around him as you both relax.Â
Dave kisses you softly, praying that you just got pregnant, but he knows itâs unlikely since you arenât ovulating. He sighs and shifts you off of him, grabbing his handkerchief to clean you up and he just straightens himself up as the car pulls up to the house. He canât allow himself to be fully invested in this marriage. Love causes distractions which cause mistakes which ultimately lead to death. He refuses to be his parents. Getting out of the car, Dave helps you out and you lean against him until youâre inside. âI have work to do.â He declares, gently pushing you away.
You stare at him for a moment, unable to believe after that he is pushing you away. âOkay.â You watch him walk away as you hold onto the straps of your gown. He obviously wants a family that he can pay attention to at his leisure. When he decides that he wants to give you more attention, you will have a headache.
Dave sighs, shutting down his computer, and he knows you hate him but what can he do? Itâs better this way. The less attachment the better. Especially when you demand a divorce. You wouldnât want to stay married to a man like him. Dave bites his lip and remembers the way you felt around him and his cock twitches. âFuck.â He groans, rubbing his thighs, and he stands up, malign his way to your room. âSweetheart. Can I come in?â
You had been reading when your door knob turned before the lock stopped him from opening it. Huffing, you set aside your book and stand. After he had left you, you had taken a bath and changed into your sleep clothes. Walking over to the door, you fling it open. âNo.â You state firmly. âYou cannot. I- I donât understand you. You blow so hot and cold and Iâm not putting up with it.â You tell him. âWe have a fantastic time in the limo and then you just push me aside. Iâm your wife, not some whore you fuck in that hotel room.â Tears gather in your eyes but you ignore them. âYou want to treat me this way? Fine. Your sex for the day is already accomplished. Thereâs no need for you to come inside or touch me again tonight.â
Dave wants to push past you and enter your room but something inside of him tells him that it will do damage to your somewhat reasonable relationship. Dave slams his hand on the door frame, leaning in slightly. âFine. Iâll go to the hotel and find one of those whores if my wife wonât let me fuck her.â He growls, pissed off at you for thinking heâs cold when you are like the damn arctic. âI wonât touch you tonight. Iâll touch someone else. Enjoy your eveningâŚsweetheart.â He adds sarcastically and stalks downstairs, calling for his driver to take him to the hotel.
You swallow, heart plummeting as you hear him slam the front door of the large house and you are left with the ringing silence. You have lost this round. He doesnât care enough about you to even hide the fact that he wouldnât be faithful to you. Tears in your eyes, you start walking down the hall towards the kitchen. Itâs not like you will be able to read your book tonight while you listen for him to come back. You might as well do some baking. Maybe you would drop off treats for some of the local food banks or soup kitchens around the city. Something to make you feel better than you do right now.
Dave enters his home, pissed because he couldnât bring himself to fuck another woman. He tells himself itâs because he doesnât want to risk catching something and passing it onto you and therefore a baby, but in reality he couldnât do it. He stalks into the house and he frowns when he walks in to the kitchen to find you baking. âWhatâs all this?â He gestures to the cupcakes and muffins and cookies covering the countertops.
âBaking.â You answer as you turn around to slide another tray of muffins into the oven. âI knew that I wouldnât be able to go to sleep, so I decided to be productive.â You turn around and take the oven mitt off before you look over at him standing in the kitchen doorway. âIâm planning on taking them to the soup kitchens and orphanages tomorrow. Give them a treat and credit the York family.â You are surprised heâs home, having anticipated him to be gone all night rather than a few hours. âWas your night to your satisfaction?â You ask politely.
Dave is taken back by how kind you truly are. He knew that before he married you but for you to bake cookies for orphans? Jesus Christ, youâre a fucking angel. You deserve to be treated as such. âNo. I am not satisfied because my wife wouldnât let me touch her. I spent the entire night imagining spreading her legs and burying my tongue in her cunt but I couldnât do that because she barred me from her room.â He steps closer to you.
âYou didnât find someone elseâs pussy to lick?â You ask with an attitude and Dave chuckles.
âNo one elseâs pussy seems to do it for me now. Tell me to stop.â He orders, his fingers trailing along your arms and he spins you around. âTell me to stop and I wonât put you on the counter and bury my tongue in your sweet cunt.â
âStop pushing me away the second you finish with me.â Your demand, looking into his eyes and then at his lips. His tongue is good, even as inexperienced as you are, you know that. âI just want to feel like Iâm more than a trophy and brood mare for you.â
âWhat do you want from me? I canât give you love. I know you want it but I canât - I canât love you. I can give you anything else in this world. I am a killer, a cold bastard who doesnât even know how to cuddle. Canât you accept me as I am?â He pleads, looking into your eyes.
Your heart breaks, hearing that he will never love you. At least itâs honest, and thatâs a start. âI want faithfulness.â You admit. âI- you wonât love me, Iâll- Iâll accept that.â Your voice wavers slightly but you continue on. âJust- when we are done, talk to me. Even if itâs about your work. Share it with me. A marriage is supposed to be a partnership, so share your burdens with me.â
He nods, reaching for your hands. âI can do that.â He promises, squeezing your hands. He knows he should work on his aftercare. âI can be faithful to you, I donât - your pussy has honestly ruined any other for me.â He admits, blushing a little.
You snort and lift a brow, not quite believing him. âItâs because itâs a new toy.â You remind him. âIâm sure you wonât feel the same way when Iâm fat and unattractive carrying that child you want.â You reach up and poke him in the chest. âSpeaking of - you may not be able to love me - but our children will never know that their father doesnât believe they hung the moon.â You tell him fiercely. âThey will brag to their friends that they have the best dad in the world.â
Dave chuckles at your ferocity, itâs sexy and admirable. âIâm sure they will tell everyone their mama is the best in the world more than me. Youâll be an amazing mother. I canât wait to witness it.â His hand slides down to your stomach, wishing you were already pregnant. âBesides, I think youâll be the most beautiful pregnant woman. I think Iâll want to worship you.â He murmurs, his cold heart thumping when you offer him a bashful smile. âNow, are you gonna let me lick that pretty pussy?â He hums, kissing the side of your head.
âYou really didnât touch someone else?â You ask quietly, looking at him solemnly and Dave shakes his head.
âI didnât.â He promises you, making you lunge forward and press your lips to his. Your marriage is tumultuous and there have been some hard feelings, but you want this to work, because you are his. Yes, it will hurt that he will never love you, but you will worry about that later.
Dave groans at how eager you are, his hands squeezing your ass until he grabs your thighs, managing to lift you onto the countertop that is covered in flour. He reaches for your shorts, dragging them down your legs along with your panties until he pushes them apart. âBest fucking pussy in D.C.â He growls before he dives in, sliding his tongue through your folds.
You giggle at his actions, plopping you down into flour without a care. âI- you only have ten more minutes Dave.â You tease, looking over at the timer on the counter top. âThink you can make me cum that quickly?â
Dave pulls back to smirk at you, âplease baby. Iâll have you cumming in seven.â He dives back in, sucking your clit into his mouth and he has never been a man to give oral unless heâs going to receive too but fuck, youâre so sweet. Just like you, sweet and a little sour. He loves it. His tongue flicks over your clit and his finger circles your entrance before he pushes it inside of you.
âCheater!â You gasp, tangling your fingers into his hair and sliding down the counter, pushing some of the flour onto the floor. âN-not f-fair to use your fin-gers.â You pant out, smirking the entire time. You love the smirk he had given you and the playfulness in his tone. That is what you want from him.
Dave chuckles at your protest but suckâs your clit into his mouth. He never said he plays fair. He always gets what he wants and that will be him making you cum in less than seven minutes. He pushes another finger into your cunt, curling them before he resumes sucking your clit.
You whimper, whine and moan your way closer to an orgasm. Every suck if his mouth is paired with a curling of his fingers and you are just barreling closer to falling apart every second he is touching you. Rocking your hips again this face, you lean against the cabinets and moan out his name, hoping the housekeeper doesnât come into the kitchen.
You cry out, pulling at his hair while your entire body bows up and you start to cum. Flooding his fingers with your release and your thighs close around his head. âDave!â You cry out in pleasure.
He hums, making your thighs shake, and he works you through it, loving the way you cry out his name. He pumps his fingers a few times until he withdraws them, sticking them into his mouth to clean them up while your chest heaves as you relax from your orgasm.
âJesus.â You sigh, blissed out. âThat is so much better than what I could do.â You admit softly. Taking a few breathes, you open your eyes and look at Dave. âHow do you want me after I pulled the muffins out?â
Dave waggles his eyebrows, making you giggle, and he loves the sound. He winks at you and reaches for your shirt, glad you didnât put a bra back on. âI want you to bend over the kitchen table, I want to fuck you from behind.â
You pull the muffins out of the oven completely nude, with Dave behind you trying to pull his cock out of his pants like he had in the limo. You set the tray down on a cooling rack and bend over the counter, laughing when your breasts are dragging through the impression of your ass from earlier. You look over your shoulder and shake your ass at him playfully. âHurry up.â
He chuckles at your impatience, slapping your ass then he grips his cock, positioning himself at your entrance and pushing in without premise. âFuck.â He hisses at how tight you are, his forehead resting against your back as he looms over you.
âOh fuck.â You feel him from the sex in the car on the way home, but he feels amazing right now. Even larger from this position. âDave.â You whimper quietly. âI- I want you to fuck me.â
He kisses your spine and he starts to move, a quick, hard pace that has your hips slamming against the edge of the counter. He groans your name at the way your cunt grips him and he canât believe he ever thought any other pussy could compare. This is his cunt. He owns it. He just wonders if you are starting to own his cock. âShit.â He hisses to himself as he realizes he is starting to care.
âFuck.â You reach back and grab onto his hip, urging him on. You love the way he feels shredding up into you. Wondering if tonight in the kitchen is the night you get pregnant. âFuck Dave.â You whimper, collapsing forward and your breasts press into the flour.
He grunts, sweat beading on his brow from the force of his thrusts. âSo fucking good. So good baby. Jesus, such a good pussy. The best. And mine. God, gonna knock you up right now. Just - just need you to cum again.â He pants, squeezing his hand underneath you to rub your clit.
âFuuuuuuuck.â You whine, pushing back against him and gasping when he finds your clit with precise accuracy. âI- oh god, Iâm gonna cum again.â You slap your hand down in the flour and wail his name again, clenching down around him.
âGood girl. Good girl. Fuck. Gonna make me - youâre so - oh fuck.â He growls, burying his cock deep inside of you and painting your walls for the second time that night.
You pant, feeling him continuing to grind into you as he rides out his high. As you catch your breath, you wonder if he will push you away again or actually try to open up slightly. If he doesnât, you will just try to get pregnant as quickly as possible.
Dave sighs, kissing along your neck. His instinct is to pull out of you and rush off to his room but he canât. Even if he wanted to, he canât leave you right now. He grabs a clean dishcloth from the nearby drawer and he pulls out, gently cleaning you up. âGotta shower with all the flour thatâs on you. Or do you want a bath? I can go run it once youâre done baking.â He offers, wanting you to be happy and not sad with him.
âShower.â You decide, biting your lip and looking around at all the food. âWill you take one with me? Then Iâll put this stuff away.â You will let him escape after the shower, knowing he doesnât want to spend too much time with you.
Dave nods, knowing it's getting into dangerous territory but he can't refuse you when you look at him like that. "Okay baby. Let's go shower." He takes your hand and decides to let you guide him. "Yours or mine?" He asks, not caring about the flour that's all over his suit and the house.
âWe can use mine.â You offer softly. âIt will give you a reason to have to leave.â You squeeze his hand in yours to let him know that you arenât upset about it. You asked for time after sex and heâs giving it to you. You wouldnât be bitchy because he didnât live up to romance novels.
Dave appreciates your acceptance that he won't be your prince charming. He lets you guide him to your bedroom and he watches you lean in to turn on the shower. "You've got flour all over your ass." He chuckles, slapping your ass playfully and he works on undressing himself.
You giggle and turn around to watch him undress. âFlour on my tits as well.â You remind him, watching him reveal inch by inch with every article he takes off. You step into the shower and adjust the spray, watching the flour start to stream down your body in white rivulets. âMaybe you did it this time.â You murmur, mostly to yourself as you run your hands over your body.
Dave hears you and he is torn. Part of him wants you to be pregnant, anxious to see you grow with his child. The other part of him wants to keep trying to get you pregnant. He kicks his boxers aside and steps in behind you, groaning at the hot water hitting his chest. "Are you ready to be pregnant?" He asks.
âI- I donât know.â You confess. âOur relationship is veryâŚprecarious, but then again - it is what you married me for.â You step to the side and reach for your body wash. âI think Iâm- Iâm afraid.â You sigh softly. âWho knows what will happen while Iâm pregnant. Most women are hormonal and you arenât known for your patience.â
He watches you, knowing that your fears are valid, but he would never reprimand you for your hormones. He reaches for your cheeks, bringing your eyes to his. "Sweetheart, if you are - or get - pregnant, I will worship the fucking ground you walk on. I have wanted this, a family, for my entire life and for you to give it to me...I could never thank you enough. Please don't be scared. I'll be there for you." He promises.
You swallow and nod, hoping that heâs telling the truth. âYou say that now, but wait until Iâm crying because the pickle and chocolate chip muffins donât taste like I imagined.â You joke, wanting to lift the atmosphere a bit.
He chuckles, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, and he leans forward to kiss your forehead. "Ice cream and pickles was what my mom craved. Anything you want...it is yours. I can give you whatever you want." He promises.
You sigh, handing him the body wash, "except you." Dave doesn't respond, working on cleaning himself off.
The rest of your shower is quiet, not uncomfortable, but itâs clear that the two of you are lost in your own thoughts. Once both of you are clean, you turn off the water and brush past Dave to reach for a towel for him as you step out. âHave a good night Dave.â You offer softly. âIâm going to go clean up the kitchen and then go to bed.â You lean in and press your lips to his. âSweet dreams.â
He wraps the towel around his waist, watching you go and he wants to drag you back into his arms. Shit, heâs already in deep and he doesnât know how to pull himself away from you. He needs to stop feeling like this. He grabs his clothes and makes his way back to his room, determined to not go back and crawl into your bed.
It doesnât surprise you that Dave is gone when you come back to your room. The baked goods stored and the kitchen cleaned, itâs been at least two hours. Climbing into bed, you sigh softly. Youâre probably never going to know what itâs like to sleep in the same bed as him.Â
****
âAre you sure you donât want to wait for Mr. York?â Mrs. Jones asks as she frets. âHe should be awake soon and you can have breakfast together.â
You smile at the older woman and continue to put the boxes of goods into the car that the driver had pulled around to the kitchen door. âNo, I want them to have them while they are still fresh.â You explain. âMr. York knows I am delivering them. He wonât even notice that Iâm not at the table.â You promise with another smile. âHeâll be reading his paper or answering emails on his phone.â Turning to the driver you nod. âIâm ready to go. You have the list of addresses.â You had woken up early and written cards to go along with the treats, explaining who they were from and why. It was a gesture that you hoped makes Daveâs family name shine.
Dave comes downstairs dressed in a crisp suit, ready for his day of meetings, and he frowns when he doesnât find you sitting at the kitchen table. He looks at his housekeeper. âWhere is my beautiful wife this morning?â He asks and she tells him that youâve gone out to deliver the baked goods you made last night. With a sigh, he resigns himself to breakfast alone until he makes his way to his office, driving himself since you have taken the driver.
You come back home, feeling better and happier than you have in quite awhile. You had delivered the muffins, cookies and cakes to surprised and grateful directors on behalf of the York family. Early enough for breakfast to be able to watch the kids in the orphanage enjoy the rare breakfast treats that made them all think it was a special occasion. You had cried when you had gotten back to the car, vowing that you were going to get Dave to either donate to them or arrange a charity event to bolster their stretched budget. Feeling a little disappointed that you had completely missed Dave, you decide that you will take lunch to him at his office to make up for it and surprise him.
Dave is surprised when his secretary pages in to tell him that you are here. He tells her to send you in and stands up, his jacket already removed and tie loosened. âHey sweetheart. What are you doing here?â He asks, kissing your cheek. He thought he wouldnât see you today, knowing that itâs going to be a long day.
You hold up the large bag you had packed from the kitchen with a sweet smile. âSince I didnât make it back in time to see you before you left, I decided to do the wifely thing and bring you lunch.â You bite your lip and look at him playfully. âIs that okay? Or do you have a lunch routine I shouldnât interrupt?â
Dave thinks about his schedule and remembers he has a phone call with a CEO of some new tech company who wants his investment. Dave picks up his phone to dial his secretary. âHey Sally, can you reschedule that tech kid for another time. I am going to have lunch with my wife instead of speaking with that little Zuckerberg wannabe.â He orders and when she says âno problem sir,â he hangs up and turns back to you. âWhat has my beautiful wife brought me for lunch? Herself?â He teases, wanting to be a little less formal around you now.
That thought had crossed your mind, so you send him a smirk. âThatâs for dessert.â You tease, happy that he hasnât sent you away. âI packed up some sandwiches and some soup that I had made last night between baking batches.â You know itâs not the most formal lunch, he probably at five star restaurants for lunch, but there had been something very sweetly domestic about fixing the lunch yourself. âA fruit salad, some tea. Just something to power you through the day.â
Dave is taken back. He doesnât remember the last time someone cooked for him that he hasnât paid as a cook or a restaurant. âI- Wow. You made all of this?â He asks when you start to unpack it. You nod, biting your lip and he is in awe of you. âThank you.â He kisses your cheek and guides you over to the table in his office so you can eat together.
You set out all the food, happy that he is impressed with the simple fare. You had made the sandwiches thick, fresh vegetables and avocado on them along with meat and cheese. âSo this morning, I dropped off the treats to the orphanage that is close to our house.â You tell him after taking a sip of your tea. âDave, their budget is so stretched that can barely make the necessities.â You tut. âThe kids thought it was Christmas morning to have the muffins and be told that there would be cookies for dessert tonight.â You look over at him. âI was thinking about either setting up a charity event to raise extra funds or seeing if you would make a donation.â
He canât help the impressed noise that escapes his mouth. Your charity is unusual. Sure, he donates to charities but thatâs mostly for tax credits and for political gains, not for actually caring about the cause. He decides then and there you can give to whatever charity you want. âWhatever you prefer. If you wish to throw an event and plan it, the money is yours. If you want to just donate, the money is yours.â He promises, sitting down and admiring the sandwich you made. He groans and picks it up, taking a bite and moaning at the simple but delicious food.
âWhy not both?â You ask with an excited smile. âSet a budget for me to use or donate and whatever doesnât go into the event, will be the first donation check for them.â You immediately start thinking of ideas that would both draw in some of the wealthy politicians and perhaps allow the kids at the orphanage to come and enjoy themselves. âWould that be okay? And would you allow me to open up our house? I am thinking of a fair, or carnival type of atmosphere? Family friendly and good PR for a lot of politicians.â
Dave ponders it. Heâs always been a private man and doesnât like strangers in his home, especially considering itâs not common knowledge about his less than legal dealings. He considers it and the hope in your eyes has him saying yes. âYou can do whatever you want sweetheart. You can have whatever you want.â
You canât help it, jumping up out of your seat, you press a kiss to his cheek. âI will make sure the event stays to the grounds. The house will be off limits.â You promise, understanding he might be wary for strangers to be milling around his house. âWe just have a lot of green space that would be perfect.â
Dave pulls you into his lap, cupping your cheek so he can press his lips to yours. âI will hire an event coordinator to help you. I donât want you to stress about it.â He murmurs against your lips. Itâs far too easy to be intimate with you, you seem to bring it out in him.
You smile and kiss him again, pecking his lips happily. You are the wife of a wealthy and influential man, you want to make changes where you can and his approval means at lot more to you that you had first anticipated. âThank you.â You whisper softly. âEat your lunch so you can either go back to work or have dessert.â You tease.
Dave keeps you on his lap, not wanting you to move as you eat your sandwiches and he kisses your neck after youâve finished eating. âI do believe I was promised dessert.â He coos, sliding his hand along your thigh.
âYou want a quickie in your office?â You ask as you twist around in your seat and press your lips to his. âA nooner before you have to go back to boring business? Or do youâŚâ you bite your lip and grin at him. âDo you want to take a call while Iâm sitting on your cock?â
Dave groans, "shit. I want both. Next time...next time you can sit on my cock." He reaches for your dress - thank fuck you're wearing a dress. "Want you to ride my cock here."
You are thrilled that heâs already talking about a next time, meaning he enjoyed you coming to bring him lunch. You moan softly when he hooks his fingers under your panties and starts pushing them down. Youâre already wet, having anticipated this happening, your slick is already coating your lips and his fingers slide through your folds easily.
He groans at how slick you already are, quickly finding your clit to rub the bundle of nerves while he fumbles with his belt, wanting you to cum on his cock. He is so happy you want him, are eager for him. He manages to unzip his pants, "take my cock out." He orders with a pant, his fingers pushing into you.
Moaning quietly, you reach into his pants, and pull his thick cock out. âFuck, someone is eager to get inside me.â You tease, rolling your hips on his fingers while you spit in your hand and reach down to start stroking his cock. âYou want me to ride this cock?â You purr softly in his ear before you nip his lobe.Â
Dave hisses when you bite his ear and he groans when you twist your wrist. "Please baby. Need - need you to fuck me. Please ride my cock." He doesn't beg but right now, he feels like he's gonna die if he doesn't get inside of you.Â
The begging catches you off guard and there is nothing you wouldnât do for him when he use that tone with you. Itâs sexier than his demanding tone and youâve come to find that you enjoy it. Batting his fingers away from your cunt, you scramble to get into position and you donât even wait, sinking down on him quickly with a moan loud enough that his secretary hears you.
âOh fuck.â Dave groans, his head going back as he closes his eyes. Your pussy is so wet and tight around him. He doesnât know if anyone else would compare. He grabs your hands, securing them behind your back to arch your figure so he can bury his face in your tits, kissing along the flesh. âWant you to ride my cock.â He orders. âPlease.â He begs a little more.
Planting your feet on the floor, you push up off his cock almost completely before you sink back down. Moaning and leaning back to give him more access to your breasts while you start to ride him. It makes your thighs burn, but you love the sounds that he makes, that your cunt makes as you take him again and again. Starting to become addicted to the way that Dave feels inside you. You know that you will want to do this again and again.Â
Dave watches you, enraptured by your very being, and he grabs your dress, shoving it up so he can watch his cock disappear inside of you over and over again. Fuck you look gorgeous. "That's it baby. Shit, look at you riding my cock. My sweet little wife is actually a dirty little whore." He teases, looking into your beautiful eyes.
âYour dirty little w-whore.â You pant out breathlessly, trying to keep the pace steady. You know he will like that. âO-only yours.â Itâs true, and you know it makes his cock even harder to know that heâs the only one that has seen you this way. âOh fuck, Dave.âÂ
"Jesus." Dave lets go of your dress, reaching to grab your ass and he spreads your cheeks, pressing his finger to your puckered hole, loving how it flutters under his touch. "So good. All mine." He groans, cock twitching inside of you and he kisses along your neck.
âOnly- only cock to be inside me.â You moan when his cock twitches. âWhen- when Iâm pregnant,â you pant. âI - I want you to fuck my ass.â You admit, cheeks burning with excitement and embarrassment. He wanted to know what you want, so you donât feel bad about telling him that.
âOh fuck. Oh fuck.â The very thought sends Dave over the edge and his cock throbs while he paints your walls with his hot seed. He buries his face in your chest as he slowly thrusts up into you until he relaxes beneath you. You are a little disappointed, realizing that itâs gonna be a repeat of your wedding night. That is until Dave shifts his hand to rub your clit. âWant you to cum on my cock.â He orders, kissing along your chest.
âDave.â You whimper and your walls clench around his spent cock, making him hiss. You had expected him to be done and this has you eagerly rolling your hips, careful to keep him inside you, âfuck, Iâm gonna cum all over you.â You pant, leaning in push his face into your breasts harder. âFuck baby, rub it faster.â
He bites down on your nipple through the thin material of your dress and your lace bra. He groans when your walls squeeze him and he rubs your clit a little harder. âCum for me.â He pleads, wanting to hear and feel it.
You throw your head back, following his order and soaking his softening cock with your juices as you cry out his name. Gasping and trembling in his arms as heâs the only thing keeping you upright.
He loves it. Wrapping his arms around you after working you through your orgasm to pull you close. He knows he shouldnât be doing this, itâs too dangerous, but you seem to make him want it all with you. Itâs both scary and exhilarating. âSo good.â He murmurs, kissing you softly.
You hum against his lips, smiling in pleasure and kissing him back multiple times before you pull away. âWe should clean up, and then I need to let you get back to work.â You murmur softly, aware that he would want space after this. Cupping his cheeks, you kiss him one last time before you start to stand, groaning softly as he falls out of you.
He grabs the napkins youâd brought with you to clean himself up, tucking himself away and he reaches for you, gently wiping you clean. âI hope youâre pregnant. I canât wait to see it. See you full of my baby.â He caresses your stomach after pulling your dress down and replacing your panties.
You smile again and lean in to kiss him. âWeâll keep trying until I am.â You promise, knowing that is his greatest wish. Quickly packing up the remnants of lunch, you shoulder the bag. âIâll see you when you get home, honey.â You tell him. âHave a good afternoon, okay?â
Dave nods, kissing your cheek, and thanks you for lunch. Itâs weirdly domestic but he doesnât hate it. In fact, he canât wait to get home and see you. Shit, what is happening to him? He wants to be inside of you again, and he realizes itâs not just to get you pregnant.
****
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, reminding yourself that the timer hasnât gone off yet. You need to wait until the full three minutes is up and not get your hopes up too much. Only a day late for your period, you are already freaking out about the possibility of being pregnant. Not that it would be a bad thing. Youâve been trying. The once a day edict that Dave had set down after your last period had quickly turned into several times a day. You going to his office for lunch more often than not, sex when he gets home and sometimes, even before he goes into the office. The timer scares you, making you jump and you brace yourself, turning the test over and gasping when you see the word âpregnantâ clearly on the digital readout. Laughing happily, you race out of your private bathroom to get ready to tell Dave when he gets home.Â
Dave walks into the house, setting his briefcase down and he shrugs off his jacket, placing it over the chair in the hallway. âHoney, Iâm home.â He calls out. It had originally been to annoy you but now he loves saying it and you love hearing it. The marriage he had forced for an heir is slowly becoming real and it terrifies him but he canât seem to stop. He walks into the kitchen to find you icing a cake. âBaking again?â He teases, loving how you love to cook.
âYour home!â Your smile is brilliant and you rush over to hug him, piping bag still in your hand. Your lips easily land on his happily, loving how he immediately wraps his arms around you and kisses you back. âI sent everyone home tonight.â
He smirks, his hands sliding down to squeeze your ass. âWhy? You want me to eat you out on the kitchen counter again?â He coos, kissing your neck. You fluster, unable to believe that the poor housekeeper walked in on you both before she was due to clean up the kitchen.
âNo.â You huff, burying your face against his neck and inhaling the muted scent of his cologne. He always smells good and you wish that at least one night you could sleep in his arms, but that isnât the deal. âI- I have a surprise for you.â You admit softly, pulling away and walking over to a beautifully wrapped gift. âI was going to wait for dessert tonight, but I canât.â
Dave frowns, âyou didnât have to get me anything sweetheart. I donât - have I missed a half anniversary or something?â He tries to figure out what he has missed. When you hand him the gift without an explanation, he frowns even more. He carefully opens it, eyes on you until he looks down.
You had gone out and bought a cute little onesie, proudly proclaiming âDaddyâs My Favoriteâ. You had placed the positive pregnancy test on top of the onesie right below the words. Your grin is wide as his brow furrows for a second, obviously not understanding right away.
âYou- youâre - youâre pregnant?â He chokes out and you nod, still grinning. Dave stares at the test again, caressing it and thereâs a lump in his throat which he chokes on. For the first time since his parents died, Dave cries. He sets the gift down and reaches for you, pulling you into his arms as he cries with joy because youâre pregnant with his child. Itâs his dream come true.
Surprised that your husband is crying, you wrap your arms around him and stroke his back and neck. You donât doubt that he is happy, you know they are tears of joy but it still takes you off guard. Your own tears spill over and you cling to him. âIâm pregnant. Itâs happening. Weâre having a baby.â
Dave pulls back, grinning at you and he cups your cheeks, leaning in to kiss you. âYouâre incredible. I- I am so happy.â He murmurs, looking at you in awe. His lips pressing against yours again.
You lean into the kiss, happy that you can give him what he wanted. Heâs wanted this from the beginning, itâs why he married you. âI made a doctorâs appointment for tomorrow. Just to get the ball rolling.â You tell him after you pull back. âI know you canât take off to come, but I will let you know what they say.â
âYou can FaceTime me so I can be there even if I canât physically be there. Youâre going to relax. I donât want you stressing or doing too much. Feet up all day. Youâre gonna be a queen during this pregnancy.â He orders, wanting you to be looked after and cared for beyond anything else. âGod.â He reaches for the test again, tears stinging his eyes again. âI canât believe it.â
You want to roll your eyes at how bossy heâs already being, but you understand him enough that you know it out of concern for the pregnancy. âYou canât believe it?â You ask playfully. âSo you werenât trying to knock me up multiple times a day?â
Dave chuckles, kissing your forehead. "Thought we were just having fun." He teases, stepping back to place his hand on your lower stomach. "I want you to have everything you want." He tells you and your eyes meet his, showing him what you truly want, and he doesn't want to ruin the moment. "Almost everything." He murmurs, avoiding your eyes, no doubt full of pain. "What have you been baking?" He asks, changing the subject.
You sigh and move back over to the cake. âI was making a double white chocolate cream cake.â You explain. You had noticed that he did love your chocolate cakes and you wanted it to be good. âOne layer is pink, one layer blue since we donât know the sex.â
"I don't care if it's a boy or a girl. As long as it's healthy." He promises, watching you continue working on the cake. "What do you want?" He asks you, knowing you must think he wants a boy. He honestly doesn't mind.
âA healthy baby.â You donât care if you have a boy or girl either. You are sure that you will be having another, Dave wonât want there to be just one child and you want your child to have playmates and siblings.
The words would be too easy to say, they'd slip off of the tongue like honey, and it would be right for the moment, but Dave cant' say them. Love is...it's not what he's feeling. Or is it? He doesn't really know how love feels. He's never been in love before. He can't love you though. Love destroys, love causes mistakes. He can't handle mistakes. Therefore, he clears his throat and steps away from you. "I'll, uh, leave you to your baking. I gotta - I have work to do. Let me know when dinner is ready." He rushes out, making his way to his office.
Your heart drops, although you know itâs Dave pulling back. He had promised you that he wouldnât love you. He was intent on keeping that promise, for whatever reasons were his own. Instead of crying and feeling heartbroken, you go back to decorating your cake. You figured out that you would have to love enough for both of you, because you had fallen in love with your husband over the past month.
****
Dave holds your hand, watching the doctor move the wand around your stomach, and heâs nervous. Youâre finding out the gender today and he is anxious. He isnât one for reveal parties and he wanted to find out with just you, looking at the screen. âCongratulations. Itâs a boy.â The doctor announces and Dave swears his entire life has been leading up to this moment.
âOh my god.â Your eyes water instantly and you canât wait for the doctor to clean the jelly off your stomach to be able to caress it again. Looking over at Dave, you love the look of awe on his face as he watches the monitor. Squeezing his hand gently, your heart swells - falling deeper in love with Dave. âWeâre having a boy.â You whisper, smiling at him when he looks at you.
Dave leans down to kiss you softly.âThank you. Thank you.â He murmurs, wanting to tell you what he canât say but how can he? He promised himself he wouldnât. âYouâre incredible.â He whispers, kissing your lips again. âA boy. Our baby.â
âOur baby.â No matter what, you had created a life with Dave. Your child would be a new life in the world. To love unconditionally. The doctor cleans up the gel and prints off picture while you look down at your belly. âI love you baby boy.â You murmur softly. âYour daddy and I love you so much.â
Dave swallows the lump in his throat, his eyes stinging with unshed tears and he covers your belly with his free hand. He kisses your forehead, wanting to silently tell you how he feels without actually saying anything. Dave wonât even admit it to himself, he canât. He wonât.
****
You can do this. You take a deep breath and push the door open to his office, knowing that he might tell you no. Dave looks up and gives you a smile, his eyes immediately drifting down to your swollen belly with pride. âI - I was wondering if I could ask you something. I request of sorts?â
Dave tilts his head and sets his pen down. âWhat do you want sweetheart? You want that ice cream again? I can send out for it.â He says and frowns when you shake your head, moving closer to his desk.
âI wantâŚI want you to sleep in the bed with me. At nightâŚI get cold and I want - I want you to hold me.â You bite your lip and Dave sighs, standing up.
âSweetheart. I canât do that. Iâm sorry. Iâll get you some blankets but - but I canât do it.â He wishes you could understand.
You shake your head, tears filling your eyes, once again wishing that you didnât have these feelings for Dave. âIâm just asking you to sleep with me.â You protest. âYou- you told me I could have anything I wanted when I was pregnant and you- you barely touch me now.â
âYou can have anything. I can buy you an entire fucking McDonalds if you want a burger and fries. I can buy you a spa if you want a massage. You can have anything you want.â He counters, annoyed that youâre upset with him when you know the deal. Itâs true he hasnât touched you since you got pregnant but honestly, itâs because he is terrified of hurting you. He doesnât want to harm the baby and he definitely doesnât want to delve into âmaking love.â
âI donât want a fucking burger.â You growl, tears streaming down your face. âI want my husband! I want you to touch me, to make me believe that you didnât lie to me.â You choke back a sob. âYou- youâre going to the hotel arenât you? You decided that Iâm not what you want and youâve started sleeping with those women again.â
Dave shakes his head, placing his hands on his desk. âGoddamnit woman. What I do, who I do, is none of your fucking concern. You donât own me. I own you. Youâre mine. I donât belong to you so if I decide to go fuck some whore in a hotel room, thatâs my choice. You need to calm down for the baby.â He reminds you with a hiss. Hating himself for what he said but he canât tell you what he really feels, how he wants to grab you and worship you, make you feel every fucking emotion he feels for you.
Your heart shatters, making your shoulders drop and your sob springs from your throat. âI- I was wrong.â You choke out. âI- I thought me loving you was enough. That- that- that I could love you enough for both of us.â You shake your head. âI was wrong.â You turn and rush out of the room as fast as you can manage with your pregnant waddle. The confirmation of him sleeping with other women has crushed you and you need to get away from him.
Dave slumps down into his plush chair, his heart aching for you. All he wants to do is run after you, pull you into his arms and tell you how he feels. He knows that most people would think he's being crazy but it's better this way. If something happens, he can protect you. You hating him is better than you loving him, it will protect you both. His mind runs over the words "I thought me loving you was enough." You love him. His heart aches even more he's certain it's shattering to pieces in his chest.
Rushing out of the house with your purse, you brush off the driverâs offer to take you somewhere. You can drive yourself and you need to get away, clear your mind. Driving through the streets of D.C., you find yourself in front of the orphanage. The charity event had been a great success and you were proud of the improvements that had been made. Making your way to the door after making sure you donât look too upset, you knock, knowing that you can check up on some of your favorite children to take your mind off the fact your husband doesnât love you.
âMrs. York. What a pleasure to see you. Please, come in.â The orphanage manager greets you, ushering you inside. âGosh, look at you. When are you due?â She asks, a soft smile on her face as she guides you towards the staff room so you can sit down for a moment.
âIt seems like any day, but I have another month.â You tell her with a small laugh. You already feel better, the atmosphere had become very homey with the upgrades. The sounds of feet pounding upstairs makes you smile and you look around. âThings seem to be going well. How is everyone?â
âOh wonderful, Mrs. York. We- we cannot thank you and Mr. York for your generous donations. We wouldnât be here if it werenât for your kindness. Would you like a cup of tea? We have pastries too. Strawberry danish.â The older woman offers, grabbing the teapot she was drinking from and a new cup to pour you some then she gets the tray of baked goods. âPlease, help yourself. Iâm sure youâre starving.â
You give a small laugh, selecting a delicious looking danish and setting it on a napkin. The tea is a very welcome thing, taking a sip of it before you speak again. âItâs fate that this all started with me bringing you baked goods.â You offer, smiling as you reach for the danish and take a bite.
âYes. You are an excellent baker. Our pastries simply donât compare.â She replies with a soft smile, watching you chew on the danish until you choke. âMrs. York? Is everything okay?â She asks and your eyes widen, dropping the danish onto the table. âMrs. York?â
The tingle in the back of your throat had instantly turned into your throat starting to close. Gasping for air, you manage to croak out, âall-er-gic. Rasp-ber-ies.â Your reaction is terrifying you, not sure what would happen with the baby. Your purse is in the car and you feel like your drowning, unable to pull in a breath. âD-D-Daaave.â
âOh my God. Do you- do you have any epipen? I think - I think we do. Oh God. Iâm so sorry. I thought- I need to call an ambulance.â She fusses, unsure of what to do first so she calls out, telling another woman who immediately rushes to get the epipen and demands the manager calls an ambulance. She pushes the epipen into your thigh, âitâs okay dear. We are gonna get you help.â
You feel the roaring in your ears getting louder, your vision starting to narrow and get fuzzy around the edges. A clear indicator youâre going to loose consciousness. You grip the table and feel your body become even heavier, praying that no matter what happens, the baby will be okay. Dave can lose you, but he wants his son. Maybe it will be better if it works out that way. That is your last thought before your eyes roll back and you slump back in the chair, unconscious.
****
Dave is typing an email when his cell rings. Itâs an unknown number which usually he ignores but something tells him to answer it. âMr. York?â The voice says. âYes.â Dave answers hesitantly. âThis is Sibley Memorial. Iâm calling because your wife was brought in with an allergic reaction-â Dave doesnât even listen to the rest of what she says. He hangs up and sprints to his car, speeding out of his estate like a madman and not giving a fuck about any speed limits as he drives to the hospital. He leaves his car outside and rushes in, slamming his hands on the desk and demanding to know where you are.
You canât open your eyes. Theyâre too heavy, but you feel people moving around you. The wild beeps on a monitor makes your lashes flutter. Your chest feels heavy, aching even, but you still canât seem to force yourself to respond to anything.
Dave listens to the doctor, wondering what the hell happened, and when the doctor says "emergency c section due to lack of oxygen" and he chokes on his own breath when the doctor says "I need you to give me permission and...decide which one to save if the situation calls for it." Dave frowns, not quite understanding since his heart is hammering a mile a minute. "Do you want us to save the child or the mother?" The doctor asks, "if needed."
Dave feels sick. He knows that if he was asked this before you got married, he would've picked the baby without question. Now, he can't imagine his life without you. "Both. I want you to save both." He demands, starting to panic.
"Mr. York...if we can't save both..." The doctor trails off and Dave pinches his nose, trying to stop himself from crying.
"My wife. I want you to save my wife." He whispers, knowing that he couldn't live without you, he wants you more than he wants a baby. Something he never imagined he'd say. The doctor nods and calls for a nurse to prep for the emergency c-section, telling Dave to wait in the family room until they come to get him.
Your lashes flutter, hearing doctors and nurses moving around you. Talking and yet not able to make out what they are saying. You try to reach out, lift a hand but all you can do is move a finger. Your head lulls and you feel a mask come down over your mouth. More time, more mumbled talking until suddenly you hear a loud voice.
You hear Daveâs voice, making your brow furrow. What is he doing here? Where are you? Your blood pressure spikes, panicked and upset. You donât know what is going on and all you can do is try to move but you can't. Breathing fast and your heart rate climbs.
"Sir. We need you to wait outside." The nurse pushes on Dave's chest. "Code blue! Code blue!" The doctor shouts and everyone starts to rush around you.
"What is going on? What the fuck is going on?" Dave shouts, trying to remain in the room but he is pushed by a few nurses outside of the room. "What's going on? What the fuck is happening with my wife?" He shouts, slumping when the doors shut behind the nurses as they go back into the room. He tries to get back in until he finds the door is secure and he chokes, tears in his eyes and he is scared. Terrified for the first time in his life. He's going to lose you. He's going to lose you before he ever truly had you.
Alarms beep, loud and intrusive. You hear shouted orders before the black consumes you again. The last thing that you manage to think of before you slip under is that Dave wonât have to worry about you. Your needing him to love you will be over and he can keep himself closed off.
Dave paces, his heart pounding in his ears, and he wants to demand the very best doctors for you, demand that they do something. Anything. When the nurse comes to find Dave, she says that you are stable but they are monitoring you and he can't see you yet. Dave wants to stomp but he doesn't. The nurse asks if he wants to see the baby and he nods, nearly crying. He follows her to the nursery and the nurse shows him how to hold the newborn baby that is placed in his arms. "He's healthy?" He asks and the nurse nods.
"Perfect. He's absolutely fine."
Dave chokes, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looks down at his child. The very thing he has wanted for so long but it's not enough. He wants this moment with you. "Hey buddy. I'm your daddy. Mama is - Mama will be here soon to see you. She is gonna be such a good mom. You're gonna be so spoiled and loved. I already love you so much." He murmurs, kissing the baby's forehead.
Itâs hours later that Dave is allowed in your room. Youâve been cleaned up and moved to a private room, wires and IVs running all around you. The nurse brings the baby down from the nursery to stay in the room, telling him that the baby being here will be good for you. Perhaps wake you up sooner when you hear him cry. Your breathing is steady and the beep of your heart monitor is the only sound in the room when she closes the door behind her.
Dave just watches your chest rise and fall. He can't believe he nearly lost you. You're here and he grips your hand while his eyes flick over to the baby who is asleep. He wishes you were awake to hold the baby, he wants to see it. "Sweetheart." His voice is raspy from his tears. "I need you to wake up. Please. Our son needs you to wake up. You are- I love you. I love you so much." He finally admits, resting his head on your joined hands. "Please wake up."
Youâre dreaming. You have to be. You are in a place where Dave is murmuring for you to wake up, that he loves you. Wrapped around you in bed, his hands caressing your swollen stomach and promising that he loves you. Tears leak out of your eyes because you know that itâs not true, he wonât love you. Not because heâs not capable, you know he is. He wonât just because he doesnât want to.
Dave squeezes your hand, looking up and gasping when he sees tears rolling down your cheeks. "Hey hey sweetheart. It's okay. It' s okay. Please, open those beautiful eyes. Show me those pretty eyes and wake up." He pleads, kissing your forehead and cheeks, tasting the salt of your tears.
It takes you a long time to open your eyes, fighting not to leave the dream where Dave loves you and wants you like you want him. You groan quietly, your entire body sore and blink against the light that overwhelms your eyes before your vision starts to clear. âD-Dave.â You whimper, wishing that he was with you.
âIâm here baby. Iâm here.â Dave cups your cheeks as your eyelashes flutter until he can see your beautiful eyes. âOh thank God.â He exhales deeply, kissing your forehead. He knows he should call for the nurse but he canât believe youâre awake. âIâm here.â He repeats, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones.
âWh-what happened?â Your groggy and unable to remember much. âI- I had a- it was raspberry.â You remember the danish and the worry on the directorâs face when she injected you with the epi pen. Looking over, you see Dave, relief and worry mixed on his face and it confuses you. âI- the baby?â Your eyes widen and you look down, your stomach flatter than it had been.
"He's fine. You - they had to do an emergency c-section and - and he is healthy but they asked - they asked me who to save." He chokes, unable to imagine a world without you or his son. Especially you. "He's healthy. You - fuck - you were into code blue and they - just - you're okay." He chokes, kissing your forehead again, just breathing you in.
Your heart aches, hating that you didnât know that you had given birth. That you didnât get to hold your son the moment he came into the world. âItâs okay.â You assure him, knowing that he would choose his son. You were replaceable. âYou donât have to explain. I know how you feel. Of course you would choose him.â
Dave frowns, looking at you with pain in his eyes. He couldâve lost you and it wouldâve killed him. âI didnât choose him. I chose you. I wanted them to save you. Iâm - heâs here and heâs healthy thank God but losing you? I wouldnât have survived it because - because I love you.â He admits, knowing that he canât stop it anymore. Love is weakness, love destroys, but love also makes him stronger and he has created a son with you so how can he possibly believe itâs wrong? âI love you.â He declares, looking at you, begging you to believe him.
You shake your head, frowning at him because you donât want to get your hopes up. âDonât- donât say that because I had an allergic reaction.â You beg him, âI canât - it would kill me if you changed your mind.â You rasp out. âI love you, and I just- please donât say it unless you mean it.â
Dave shakes his head, "no. No. It's because I love you. I'm sorry I didn't say it - I was terrified because you are - I love you so much it's scary. I have never felt like this before and our son...he's so beautiful and you gave him to me and I nearly lost you." Dave chokes on a sob, tears spilling down his cheeks. "I love you. Please, you gotta believe me. I love you."
You are so very tired and your body aches, but you pull your hand out of his and reach up, cupping Daveâs cheek. Trying to wipe away his tears. âI believe you.â You whisper, crying yourself because you never thought you would hear those words. âI love you so much.â
Dave grins, turning his head to kiss your palm. âDo you want to meet our son?â He asks, lowering his hand from yours. You nod and he walks over to carefully pick the baby up. He places him on your chest, wanting you to be as close as possible.
âOh my god.â You gasp out, cradling hun close and running your hands over his little body. Checking fingers and toes and stroking his cheek. His eyes are closed, and you look up at Dave in complete wonder. âHeâs okay?â You ask, needing to make sure. âMy - it didnât hurt him?â
Dave shakes his head, tears in his eyes as he thinks about how you didnât get to see your son be born. âHeâs absolutely fine. Heâs early but healthy. No issues. It didnât hurt him.â Dave confirms, leaning down to kiss your forehead before kissing the baby. âThank you. I love him so much. I love you so much.â Dave murmurs in awe.
âIâm sorry.â You murmur, both to Dave and to your son. Leaning down, you press a kiss to your sonâs forehead. âI- She thought they were strawberry danish and I was upset. I just wanted to feel okay for a few minutes.â You look back over at Dave guiltily. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to put him in jeopardy.â You had been so cautious about dealing with your allergy so you didnât accidentally hurt the baby. And now this happens.
âDonât. Itâs not your fault. How were you to know? Youâre both okay. Thatâs all that matters. I - I nearly lost you.â He chokes again, resting his forehead against yours and looking down at the baby. âI was so scared.â He admits in a quiet voice.
âIâm sorry I scared you.â You close your eyes and stroke his hair as you hold the baby close. âIâm not going to leave you. Not when I know you want me here.â You promise softly. âBesides, we have to give our son a sibling.â
Dave smiles, knowing that you need to discuss you having another child after such a traumatic experience. He isnât fussed about another one if it means keeping you healthy and safe. âI donât want to just be married in name anymore. I want to be your husband. I want to sleep in bed beside you and kiss you properly and tell you I love you.â He reveals, leaning in to kiss your forehead again.
****
"I want to drag you off and take advantage of you." Dave growls as he presses a kiss to your jaw, wrapping his arms around your waist.
âYou always say that.â Leaning into his embrace, you sigh happily as he scatters kisses down your skin. Despite the years, and five kids changing your body, Dave still found you irresistible. The kids are growing up with their parents constantly flirting, kissing and sneaking off for some alone time when you can manage it. âWhat has captured your attention this time?â You ask playfully, swaying with him as he continues to grope you.
âThis dress. I want to just duck under it and suck on your clit.â He slides his hand down to your stomach, âand then I want to put our sixth baby inside of you.â He kisses your bare shoulder. âKids are busy and thereâs enough adults here including their nanny. Letâs sneak into the house so I can touch you sweetheart.â He pleads, pushing his hardening cock against you.
âDave York.â You sound scandalized as you turn around in his arms and wrap your own around his neck. âAre you proposing we sneak away from your eldestâs birthday party so we can have a quickie?â His grin is unrepentant and even after seven years and five kids, your cunt clenches. Leaning in, you kiss his lips. âMeet me inside in two minutes.â You order him breathlessly. âIâll go first.â
His grin is wicked and he playfully smacks your ass as you walk off. He searches for the kids and finds their nanny racing after them along with the housekeeper and he is reassured they will be safe. He practically counts the seconds and rushes into the house, finding you in the guest bathroom downstairs. âFuck, you look so sexy today. Must be some kind of glow from the kids.â He groans, immediately pulling you into his arms so he can slide his tongue into your mouth.
You giggle into the kiss, your own hand sliding down and cupping his already hard cock. âSomeone is excited about the quickie.â You tease, already tugging at his belt so you can touch him. âI fucking love you.â
His hands side under your dress, groaning at your lack of panties since itâs a maxi dress, and his fingers immediately find your clit, rubbing soft circles while he kisses you. âI fucking love you too.â He declares against your lips.
After DJâs birth, the two of you had learned that sex could be even better when your true feelings were involved. The sex before had been great, but now it is amazing. âDave.â You moan quietly, even though the house is empty except for the two of you. Your hips push forward to his hand and you hold onto his shoulders as your knees start to tremble.
âGood girl. My beautiful girl.â He murmurs, kissing your jaw and he slides his hand back to push two fingers inside of you, his thumb pressed against your clit. âSo goddamn tight even after five kids.â He whispers in awe.
You chuckle and squeeze your muscles around him. âAll those Kegelâs I do.â You tease. âI have to have a strong pelvic floor for all the kids we have.â You donât regret a single one of them and love teasing about how many more you would give him. âReady to give me number six?â
âYou ready?â Dave asks, knowing you have talked about it and you had the IUD removed last week. Youâve both been so busy you havenât had a chance to touch each other. âYou want me to fill you up with another child? Want me to get you knocked up again so I can worship you?â He asks, pumping his fingers a little faster.
âFuck.â You and Dave had discovered that once he allowed himself, he had a very large breeding kink. And that transitioned to a pregnancy kink. âYes baby.â You pant, body racing towards your first orgasm. âI want you to put another baby in me.â Your eyes slip closer and you let out a soft cry when you cum around his fingers when he presses them against that spongy spot.
Hearing you consent to putting another baby in you has Dave ready to fuck you and when you soak his fingers, he fucking loves it. âJesus.â He growls, working you through it until he removes his fingers, rapidly working to pull his hard cock out of his pants. âPull your dress up and bend over the bathroom counter. Want to look at you in the mirror while I fuck you.â He orders, pumping his cock a few times.
Whirling around, you stick your ass out enticingly and shake it at Dave. Giggling when he slaps your ass and then grabs your hip with one hand as he shuffles closer. Your eyes meet in the mirror and your mouth opens when he starts to push into you. Moaning loudly. âDaaaaave.â
He loves your face when he pushes inside of you. The way your brow furrows and the little pout you have when you moan his name. Itâs gorgeous. He pushes deep, already on the edge at the thought of getting you pregnant, and he loves how you clench around him. âSo fucking perfect. Mine. My beautiful wife. All mine.â He declares, kissing your neck as he leans over you. âWatch me fuck you.â He orders, gripping your chin to make you look in the mirror and he starts to move inside of you.
You watch, loving the way that his jaw sets, his eyes darken every time he pushes deep inside you. He still loves that he is the only one that has ever gotten to touch you. That everything you have done has been with him. âFuck.â You lean back against him and watch your body bounce forward as he thrusts into you.
Your whimpers spur him on and he keeps his eyes on you. âI love you sweetheart.â He pants while his other hand squeezes your hips, sliding up to cup your breast. âWant to see these full of milk again.â
You chuckle, considering you had just weaned your youngest off your breast less than eight months ago. âYou just want fresh milk again.â You tease.
Dave grins against your skin, âmaybe I do. Love fucking you and tasting it.â He admits like you didnât already know. âWant to see you round with my baby again. Let everyone know youâre mine.â His hand caresses your stomach and he slides it lower so he can rub your clit.
âEv- oh shit - everyone knows Iâm yours.â You pant, walls clenching around him as he pushes you towards the edge. You feel it building and itâs going to be a rush of pleasure. A few more thrusts of his cock and swipes of his fingers and stars burst behind your eyes. âL-love you!â You cry out, soaking his cock with your juices.
When you cry out, squeezing him tight, he knows he wonât last long. Never does when heâs trying to knock you up. With a groan, he thrusts a half dozen more times until he is burying his cock deep inside of you. âFucking love you too sweetheart.â He chokes out, biting down on the back of your neck to smother his loud growl.
You whine in pleasure at the feeling of him filling you up, shuddering because you know that itâs possible that he just got you pregnant again. You love the thought of it. When he stops biting your neck, you turn your head and kiss along his jaw while he shallowly thrusts into you. âGod, I love when you do that.â You giggle against his skin. âItâs so sexy how much you love getting me pregnant.â
âLove seeing you round with my child. Love seeing you be a mother.â He admits, pulling into of you after softly kissing you. âI thank God every day that I picked you to be my wife. Youâre my greatest blessing sweetheart.â He declares, kissing you once more before he reaches for a hand towel to clean you up. âNow we gotta slip in these quickies while the kids are distracted until youâre knocked up.â He grins and you giggle, âyouâre insatiable.â He pulls you into his arms after tucking himself away. âFor you. My beautiful wife. I love you Mrs. York.â He declares.
âI love you.â You whisper, kissing him softly, unable to believe you adore this man when you hated him so much to begin with. After checking your appearances, Dave smacks your ass and takes you hand to guide you back out to the party. Dave York finally has the family he has always longed for.
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Mari!!! I love your writing!!!
Do you think you could write a little jealous Dave York, maybe he has gotten with reader who is a little younger and he's a bit insecure, so he follows her or sees a guy flirting with her and he gets super jealous or protective. But in the end she's like I only want you and she let's him cum in her. đŤŁ
Sorry I just love Dave York I can't help it â¤ď¸
Dave York x f!reader
A/N: bestie, who doesn't love Dave? He's literally precious, I love him with all my heart, and so do all of us!!! đâ¤ď¸
⢠okay, let's just establish something here: Dave is a jealous type, okay? No arguments about it, he can be a prince and sexy and treat you like a queen, but he is NOT gonna like to see any guy anywhere around you, he's gonna be pissed off and territorial
⢠you are definitely the best thing he has in life, he will never risk you having an interest in anyone else but him, he just gets angry and scared to even consider that, because it would break his heart and he would feel so betrayed
⢠luckily, just as he's obsessed with you, you're also obsessed with him, and you both are mature enough not to play stupid games or mess around with each other's feelings: you both love and respect each other and you don't flirt with other people for fun or whatever reason
⢠still, other people might try their chance, since you two are a very attractive couple: women all have their eyes on Dave and guys can't help but keep their eyes on you at times, and that's when our hitman gets bothered
⢠Dave isn't clueless, he knows he's a successful, charming and handsome man with a very attractive position at work but he's also aware you are younger than him, being his second marriage and already burnt by his ex wife, it's made him suspicious, because sometimes it's hard for him to see that good things can happen to him and you are one of them
⢠overall, underneath all of his hitman threatening persona, lies a rather insecure man who thinks you are way out of his league and that at any minute you're gonna snap from it and finally find someone you should really be with instead of him
⢠so when he has a break over the week, he decides it would be a great idea to call you up and meet you for lunch, just something quick: going to your favorite bakery for some sandwiches and a slice of cake; it was the kind of date you two didn't plan in advance but you loved it nonetheless, as it was so simple and romantic
⢠you felt so excited to meet your handsome Dave, you decided to look really nice for him, arriving a little before he did as he was still leaving the office, you picked a nice table and took a look at the menu, checking up your options when you felt glares at you
⢠you didn't know that man, he looked alright you guessed, he wasn't ugly, but he wasn't Dave's level of handsome either. He was wearing formal clothes which showed it was also his lunch break and once he captured your attention, he smirked and greeted you
⢠you politely greeted him back, wanting the interaction to end once for all, you weren't interested in him, simple as that, but the guy figured that if he insisted, things would be successful somehow, so he approached your table at the same time Dave got off the car and saw it from outside that unknown man making small talk
⢠Dave's body heated up at the same time he felt himself going cold and a bitter taste of jealousy flooded his mouth: he hated seeing you talking to him. He didn't know who that guy was but he definitely didn't want him around you, when you two were supposed to be having your lunch date, he didn't want to see you talking to a man who was visibly younger and fitter than Dave, whereas your hitman was going a little a gray and his belly was rounding up a little
⢠he feels his heart sinking at the same time he approaches the table, he wants to get there immediately and break apart whatever contact is going on, but hearing your voice brings Dave back to reality:
"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he's just arrived"
⢠you told the guy and got up, smiling and walking towards Dave, kissing his lips and hugging him. Your hitman simply wrapped his arm around your body and kissed your lips, giving the guy a rough stare
"is there anything wrong in here?"
⢠the man just shook his head and excused himself, apologizing and trying to hide how nervous he got once he "accidentally" spotted Dave's gun in his suit jacket. You didn't see when he flashed it at your admirer but you couldn't care less, you were just glad to see your handsome hitman there â¤ď¸
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The Senatorâs Daughter Chapter 2 (Bodyguard! Dave York x Female Reader
AN: Lol I am alive. Honestly, I am even surprised this took as long as it did, but I transferred from my old job teaching at a middle school (after a student threatened to stab me lol) and moved to a high school, so I had to completely restart my curriculum, which, if youâve been following me, is why Iâve been having a bit of a mental breakdown as of lately. But being at the high school has been so much better for me, so I am finally back to writing! I appreciate you all for your patience, and if youâre reading this, thank you for coming back :) I am currently figuring out how to make a masterlist, so hopefully that gets up soon. I have alot of oneshots in mind for Din Djarin (my beloved) and Joel Miller⌠But weâll see if I ever have the time to write those. I know thereâs a ton of new people to the Pedro Pascal fandom so... that makes me a little nervous. But, stay tuned! Thank you again! - MeganÂ
Rating: M for language, and discussions of drugs and alcohol. Future chapters will be explicit, so 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS DNI\
Word Count: 2.5kÂ
Warnings: A lot of language (sorry, I have the mouth of a sailor, itâs hard to write without it), Eventual Smut (18+ FOR THE WHOLE SERIES), AFAB! Reader, HUGE divergence from canon, MeanDom!Dave York, Dom/Sub undertones, Brattysub!Reader, legal age gap relationship, Enemies to lovers, Mentions of drug/alcohol abuse, self-destructive behaviors, corrupt cops (probably only in this chapter), Politics lol, Minor violence (probably?), eventual mentions of parental abuse.Â
Tags: @fatimaisabelpascal
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âSir, yes, sirâ she says before slipping into the connected bathroom to shower. Dave starts to turn away, to give her some form of privacy, but Senator Leland grabs him by the arm before they could leave. Dave watches, as the strict father act Leland was putting on earlier melts away, as he slumps against the wall near the bathroom door.
âI just⌠I wanna make sure she gets in okay.â Just like his daughter, Senator Leland looks completely different than how the news channels show him. Where she looks younger, and softer than the washed-up party girl TMZ shows, Till Leland looks more exhausted, and unsure of himself, compared to the confident, perfectly styled politician he saw on MSNBC. Dave, after years of service in the CIA, has a certain skill for reading people, and Dave doesnât see Mr. Leland as a slimy, sure of himself politician, he just sees a tired father. His shirt is wrinkled, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he looks exhausted, like he has been up all night. Mr. Leland stands, close to his daughter private bathroom, waiting for the sound of the shower to turn on, with one of his hands pinching the bridge of his nose.
Dave takes his time to look around the girlâs room. Just like the girl herself, her room is nowhere near what Dave wouldâve expected. Despite the shoes in her bed, and the mascara stains on a pristine white pillowcase, her room is perfectly kept. She has a makeup desk, with a few photos of her smiling next to a small white dog. On a shelf above her bed, she has a collection of stuffed animals, each one seems to be placed carefully, with the smaller ones in the front and center, while the larger ones are arranged in a neat row behind them. He spots a bookshelf in the corner, with a few cookbooks, The Great Gatsby, and War and Peace, Dave raises his eyebrows, genuinely impressed when he spots a tasseled bookmark, sticking out of the book, sheâs almost finished with it. Dave had expected her room to be a complete mess, with dirtied clothes, bottles of pills and alcohol, and the trash overflowing, but this is the room of a normal girl. She continues to defy his expectations.
Finally, the shower starts, and Dave watches the senatorâs entire body relax with relief. Senator Leland turns to Dave, âYou have kids, Dave?â Dave nods, âtwo girls.â The senator nods⌠âso you⌠understand what Iâm trying to do. I just want to make sure sheâs okay⌠I donât know what else to do.â
Dave doesnât respond. Dave would stop at nothing to ensure their safety and their health. Dave has killed for much less, but for his daughters? He would make anyone, anyone who even looks his daughterâs direction with a sense of malice, suffer until they are begging for him to kill them.
He looks at the senator, he sees a distraught father, desperate to save his little girl from her own self-destruction. Dave thinks⌠If this was his child, he would burn down every nightclub in the state and nail her door shut. Perhaps Till Lelandâs plan is just a little more level-headed. Dave has never been the best at controlling his temper, so a he understands the Senator, sure, however, he still questions how things couldâve gotten this bad with the girl.
Dave simply sets his jaw, and nods.
The senator runs a hand through his hair, sniffs and turns to Dave, shifting back into the smooth-talking senator Dave met earlier that morning. âLet me show you around the house. I can show you where youâll be staying.â
They leave the girlâs room, and Senator Leland leads Dave to a room, only across the hall from the girlâs room. Leland opens the door, revealing a simple, but still beautiful bedroom. There itâs painted a soft gray, with dark wood floors, clearly original with the house, Dave can tell theyâre aged, even though they had clearly recently been polished. There is an oak desk along the front wall, and a queen-sized bed with a white comforter on the opposite wall, with a simple nightstand beside it. Senator Leland breaks the silence âItâs not much, I know. Before my dad passed he stayed here full time.â Leland opens a door in the back corner, âYou have your own restroom, shower, bath, anything you need. Dave donât hesitate to ask for anything else. I know this job isnât the same as a simple celebrity escort. I want to make sure you are well taken care of, so you can take the best care of my daughter.â Â
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You step out of the shower, confused, and more hungover than youâve been in your life. You look in the mirror, and oh great you look just as fucked up as you feel. Incredible. Thinking back to the mysterious âMr.Yorkâ in your room, you feel the heat of embarrassment warming the back of your neckâŚÂ
No big deal, just saw the hottest man Iâve ever seen, and what a great first impression, vomiting in a trashcan⌠things could be worse⌠hopefully.
 You look in the mirror, trying to piece together the night before, attempting to shake the weight of shame, and embarrassment thatâs currently making you want to melt into the cool tile of the bathroom floor. It only worsens when you remember the look on your fatherâs face, he hasnât looked that disappointed since⌠well ever. Some shit went down last night and its driving you crazy that you canât remember a thing.
âWhatever⌠canât get worse than this.â
You throw on some clean pajamas and stumble downstairs.
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As you enter the dining room, you spot Mr. York and your father, facing the stairwell, looking like something out of a sitcomâs âinterventionâ episode. If you werenât so nervous, (and not insane) you would consider looking for a camera.
You get your first, clear-headed look at Mr. York, and, somehow, he's even more attractive when youâre (mostly) sober. You feel a little insecure, seeing him so perfectly put together and unaffected, and here you are, with your knees turning to jell-o.
Despite your distraction with Mr. York, you can still feel the tension in the air.
You walk up to your father and wrap him in a hug, that he doesnât return, âMorning, old man. Whatâs the deal? Polling numbers down?â Your dad chuckles dryly âyeah, well, theyâre about to be at least.â
His voice is raspy, he sounds exhausted. You hate that he feels like this, and, although youâre not exactly a genius, you know itâs somehow because of you.
You raise an eyebrow, and plop down on the seat across from your father⌠You pretend to think deeply for a moment, before gasping, âOh, shit, they found out you did acid at a Nirvana concert in 91â?â you ask, trying desperately to lighten the mood.
âIt was the Smashing Pumpkins, sweetheart, you know this. But no, that secret is locked away.â He smiles, and for a moment, he seems like it's just a normal morning, and that everything, deep down, is okay. But his face falls again, and he reaches across the table to grab your hand. âHoney⌠I love you very much, you know?â
Oh shit. This is bad, this is really bad.
You feel the color drain from your face, and your blood turns cold. You donât trust your own voice to come out without squeaking, so you just give your dad a nervous smile.
 âYou⌠you got arrested last night. You were found passed out in front of a nightclub, and when the cops came to help you up⌠you dropped a small bag of pills.â He refuses to meet your eyes, heâs chewing his lip, and takes a deep breath before he continues, âIf it werenât for the fact that Office Benson was on the scene, you wouldâve been charged. Benson owes me a favor so, he confiscated the pills and let you off the hook, but honey⌠you had Percocet on you. Where did you even get them?â
Your head is swimming. This makes no sense, you would never, ever, get hooked on meds like that. Alcohol? You admit you tend to overindulge, but opioids? No. No way, never in a million years. Youâre trying to make sense of this situation in your head, trying to figure out how to explain to your dad that you would never, you could never do that to yourself, or him. Youâre shaking your head, and tears you refuse to let fall start to burn your eyes⌠All is made a little worse when you look up at Mr. York, who is staring at you with the coldest eyes youâve ever seen on a man. Heâs judging your every move, he looks disgusted by you. You make eye contact, hoping heâll soften up, but no, he just stares you down until you nervously look away.
You turn to your father, hoping that he starts laughing and this is just some sick tactic to make you straighten up, but he instead looks at you with red eyes, and âHoney, Iâm just so worried about you⌠I canât lose you.â
Fuck⌠you need a drink.
Everything, from the very moment you woke up, has just been too much. You want to leave, go to some shitty bar downtown, take a couple shots, numb these feelings that are currently making that sour taste at the back of your throat return, and maybe then you can have a civil conversation.
But it's 9am and your dad would probably die of a broken heart in front of you.
Or worse, Mr. York looks like he could kill you himself.
Instead, you resort to trying to talk, your voice warbled the tears you apparently can no longer hold back, âbut⌠I donât do drugs, dad, you gotta believe me I⌠I donât do drugs.â Maybe if you werenât so overwhelmed, things may have been a little more eloquent, but all things considered, youâre pretty proud of yourself for getting through that in one piece. Considering how much you feel. You feel like a child, youâre embarrassed, and scared, and⌠you canât even begin to figure out how to process this.Â
Your dad straightens up a little, and he clears his throat a little.
âI know, honey, I know. They did a drug test, last night at the station, youâre cleanBut someone gave these to you, and you took them. Youâre losing yourself, honey, you may not see it now, but I have to watch you slowly destroy yourself, I canât do it anymore.â He stops for a second and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, takes a deep breath, and like heâs presenting a new bill to the Senate floor he says, âhoney, you have now made it clear to me that you cannot control yourself. This is no longer a simple rebellious phase.You may not see it, but I know are going to end up killing yourself and dragging me down with you if you keep going like this. You have shown me that I cannot trust you to stop, and that you will push things further and further with no regard for yourself or others. So, this is Dave York, heâs going to be your bodyguard until after the election.â
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Okay, so maybe you could have handled your response better. But fuck this. Fuck Percocet, mega-fuck the person who gave them to you, and seriously fuck Mr. York.
After your dad broke the news that Mr. York was essentially going to be following you around, no privacy at all, to make sure youâre in, what your dad calls, âin a better place mentally and physicallyâ, itâs all a blur of you screaming, âfuck thatâ, âabsolutely notâ, âIâm not a fucking childâ, and âIâll do what I fucking wantâ. Your dad, during your (admitted) tantrum, argued back trying to reason with you, but even more infuriating, Mr. York just sat, watching you with those cold, judging eyes. His lack of response only makes you angier, you want to affect him, you want to see him get up, and tell you to get over yourself, or explain why him being your bodyguard is great, hell, even if he just laughs and agrees with you, that wouldâve been better than him sitting, completely still, while you have a complete breakdown in front of him.
After your dad yelled âI wonât let you kill yourself this way, you hear me?â you just⌠gave up. Stormed upstairs, where you are currently screaming into your pillow.
You fuck up one time, and all of the sudden you lose all your privacy?
Okay, sure, maybe this isnât the âone timeâ you fucked up. But youâre 21 years old living in Virginia Beach, where thereâs literally nothing else to do except go out and drink till you blackout, but, who even cares?
Youâre losing your mind. Youâre shaking, and crying, and, screaming in the pillow did nothing to help the very apparent emotional break youâre currently experiencing.
Nah, fuck this.
You walk over to your dresser and pull out the flask you take with you to clubs sometimes, youâre not even sure what this is filled with anymore, and honestly? You donât even care. You need to calm your nerves, and youâd take a shot of fucking rubbing alcohol right now if it was offered to you.
Youâre about to take a sip, about to let whatever this mystery liquor is burn down your throat, to soothe your nervesâŚ
âIâm going to need you to put that down.â
Thatâs�� definitely not your fatherâs voice. And of course, as if he appeared torment you further, you see Mr. York casually standing in the entrance of your room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
How did he even get in here so quietly?
âFuck off, Mr. York.â You roll your eyes, âIâm in my own room, Iâm not hurting anyone, get off my back.â
He doesnât respond, just stands and watches you, like he knows that enough to make you break.
Heâs right.
âJesus Christ! I donât need this! I donât need a âbodyguardâ! I donât need you! What I need is to just⌠fucking calm down I canât think straight, and Iâd be a hell of a lot better if it werenât for you standing here like a fucking serial killer. Get out!â Youâre screaming at him, of course having your second temper tantrum of the morning.
And just like always, he just stands there, his arms crossed, not the slightest bit moved by your outburst.
âAre you all done?â
You laugh bitterly, âfuck you. Mr. York.â You look up at him, challenging him to say something back to you, to finally acknowledge your frustration.
He shrugs, âthe little temper tantrum you put on downstairs not enough for you? Had to do it again? Are you so pissed off that you didnât get your way? You think you can just scream your way out if it? Keep trying, maybe eventually itâll work.â Heâs leaning against your bedroom door, and he said that all like he was just reading the forecast for the week. He doesnât even sound mad, just annoyed, as if the very fact he has to speak to you is an inconvenience to him.
Okay⌠so maybe him just standing there is better than him being affected by you, when he just stood there, it was a lot less embarrassing, hurt a little less. Heâs staring at you, with his hand held out, waiting for you to pass over the flask, âyou gonna hand that over to me or do I need to take it from you.â
You hand him the flask and get back in bed.
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