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dirtydobrik · 4 years ago

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a new assistant - d.d.

requested: yes! Could you maybe write something about David and a new assistant? After about a month of her working for him, he realizes that he likes her a lot and decides to be distant towards her. One night when they’re alone, she confronts him in his room crying. He tries to apologize and one thing leads to the next and they have a quickie in his room. Maybe almost getting caught?

word count: 1525 warnings: light smut note: this is a little different from the request, but hopefully you still like it!

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“When can you start?” Natalie asked, a look of desperation in her eyes as her phone beeped for the seventh time during your interview.

“I’m still in the process of unpacking from my move, but honestly, whenever you need me,” you replied.

“How’s tomorrow?” she suggested.

The next morning you pulled into the driveway and took a deep breath before turning your car off. You walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, feeling anxious.

Natalie opened the door, and was quick to introduce you to the rest of David and the rest of the team.

You grabbed a seat and sat in on their meeting, taking notes on the tasks you needed to finish.

After working a few days, you were out running errands and heading back to David’s house to drop something off quickly.

The lights were out and the front door was locked. You didn’t have a key to his house yet, so you reached into your purse to dig out your phone and call him. In the process of searching for your phone, you dropped the box you were holding, hearing something shatter as the box hit the stone steps.

You let out a loud groan as you crouched down, realizing you had dropped the box of tester perfumes. David needed to pick the next scent to release and had been given five choices, except three of the bottles broke as they hit the ground.

You took a deep breath, trying not to cry as you grabbed your phone to tell David you were here and that the door was locked.

You heard shuffling inside and a couple moments later, the door swung open.

“I’m so sorry,” you immediately apologized. You were holding back tears, feeing horrible for dropping everything.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, brushing it out. He held his hand out for you to grab and helped you stand up. “We’ll get a new box of samples tomorrow.”

“Are you sure? I feel so bad.” You picked up the box of broken bottles and carried it inside, thankful that there were no glass shards on the steps.

“It’s fine,” David promised you, taking the box from your hands and bringing it into the garage.

“Hey, are you hungry?” he asked as he came back into the living room, and you surprised yourself by nodding. You were planning on picking up something from the frozen section of Trader Joe’s since you didn’t want to cook, and the thought of having someone to eat dinner with sounded nice, especially since you were new to LA and still trying to make friends.

The two of you bonded over Italian takeout, but pretty soon, you were having lunch or dinner together every day. He felt more like your friend than your boss and you liked the fact that you could talk to him about anything. He was a great friend and you found yourself getting dangerously close.

You couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, and you were sure it was clear to everyone around you. But you worked for him and there was no way he would risk ruining the work relationship you two had. After a month of working long hours for David and spending a lot of your time around him, you noticed him start to distance himself from you. He stopped making himself available for meals with you, and you didn’t understand what happened.

One night you were out later than normal running errands, and you pulled on to David’s street. The only car parked in the driveway was David’s Tesla, which was odd considering it was 7pm and his friends were normally over. “Hey, I picked up a box of the new merch samples,” you said, unlocking the front door and stepping into the house. “And Natalie texted me to grab Chipotle, so I have that too.” “Just leave everything in the kitchen,” David shouted from his room, and you let out a sigh. He had been avoiding you for days now and you had no clue why. You set your purse, phone, and the box of merch on the island and decided to bring the Chipotle bag to David. You knocked on his door and pushed it open, poking your head in to see him leaning against his headboard watching TV. “Can I ask you something?” you asked, setting the Chipotle down on his desk, curious as to why he had been avoiding you. “Sure, what’s up?” He grabbed the remote and shut the TV off, turning his attention to you. “Was it something that I did or said?” “What are you talking about?” he asked, clearly confused. “You’ve been ignoring me completely for almost a week. I mean if I’m so bad at my job, why don’t you fire me?” “You’re not bad at your job,” David reassured you. “Actually, you’re great at your job. And that’s not why I’ve been avoiding you.” “So then why are you? Because I sure as hell can’t think of a reason.” “I didn’t want to get too close to you because you work for me. And I’m not sure I can keep our relationship professional.” “What do you mean?” you asked, and instead of answering your question, David stood up from his spot on the bed and walked over to where you were standing. He placed one hand on the small of your back and used the other to tilt your head up. His eyes met yours for a brief moment, seeking your approval. You slightly nodded, and seconds later his lips were on yours. David pulled back, realizing what he had just done. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. We can’t do this. Not when you work for me,” David muttered. “It’s okay,” you promised. “Just kiss me. Again,” you added, standing on your toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. He rested his hands on your lower back and didn’t think twice. David’s lips met yours again and you smiled into the kiss. His lips trailed down your neck as you guided him over to his bed. You pushed him down and straddled his lap. He leaned back and pulled you down with him so you were hovering over him. Your black t-shirt hung low, and David slipped his hands under your shirt to unclasp your bra before pulling your shirt off and sliding your bra off along with it. He took a moment to stare at you. “God, you’re hot,” David whispered under his breath and you could feel yourself blushing at his comment. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples and he gently twisted the other one and you let out a quiet gasp over his action. You wrapped your fingers around the hem of his black t-shirt and pulled it over his head, running your hands down his chest. You dropped your head leaving a trail of kisses from his neck to the top of his sweatpants. David readjusted himself, lifting his hips off the mattress for you to pull his sweats and boxers down. His pants wrapped around his ankles as you continued to straddle him. You brought your head back up to his, your hair falling in front of your face as you leaned down to kiss him. You hovered over David, one hand on the mattress for stability while the other wrapped around his cock. You slid your hand up and down, tightening your grip with every pump. David’s breathing was getting irregular, and you grinded your hips against him, hearing him let out of a low moan. You ducked your head down, wrapping your lips around him. You used both hands to twist near the base as you bobbed your head up and down. David was close to finishing but you both froze as you heard the garage door open. “Shit,” you muttered, sitting up. You scrambled to grab your shirt off the floor, your face flushed. David pulled his blanket over himself as you ran into the kitchen to open the box of merch you had dropped off. You pulled out a few pieces and tried to act like you were doing something productive. “Hello?” Taylor yelled. “Kitchen,” you shouted back. “What’s going on?” she asked, kicking her shoes off and placing them by the front door. “Just sorting through the samples for David’s new line,” you said as she took a seat on the stools. “You’re a terrible liar,” she chuckled, pointing to the shirt you were wearing, before grabbing a handful of pieces from the box to help you out. You glanced down and noticed it was inside out and you had grabbed David’s instead of your own. “Also noticed your bra on the floor of David’s room. Probably should’ve shut his door on your way out,” she added and you felt your face turn red with embarrassment. “Please don’t say anything, to anyone” you begged. “Relax. Your secret’s safe with me,” she promised and you let out a sigh of relief. A couple minutes later, your phone buzzed with a text from David: come back when taylor’s gone. i owe you

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isthisthingeven0n · 5 years ago

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not those girls : d.d

brief summary: having a crush on your friend isn’t easy, especially when he’s surrounded by other girls who clearly have caught his eye - or at least you believe so

word count: 1.4k requested: it was indeed by a lavelyyyyy anon and this idea was golden i swear warnings: mentions of insecurities

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(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

Sitting in the living room, you watch from behind your laptop as David films another TikTok with Addison.

You notice how she glances up at him with those big eyes and bright smile, listening to his goofy laugh as he messes up another move or interrupts her dancing with his flame thrower. She’s lapping it up and as she finishes filming, your eyes follow as she stands close beside David, leaning against him as they watch back the footage.

It was always the same, there was always another girl more pretty, more successful, more talented for David to spend time with. You’ve always been there, in the background and that’s all you’ll ever be; just a background member of the vlogsquad.

“Hey, Y/n?” David calls out, snapping you from your own thoughts.

Lifting your head up, you smile in his direction as Addison ruffles his hair, making him chuckle and your hopes dishearten once more. “Yeah?” You respond.

“Do you mind filming this for us?” He asks, holding out his phone and you nod, rising to your feet and filming him and Addison doing a couples dance routine. It was goofy, but it was undeniably cute and will do nothing but fuel dating rumours further.

Once the routines are over, you silently hand him back his phone. David mutters a thank you before Addison continues to talk as you return to working.

“Oh, we should totally film again with the others sometime!” She suggests, leaning against the pool table as David stands in front of her with his arms crossed. “Like a group collab.” She adds, nudging him playfully.

David clears his throat, nodding in response. “That’d be cool. I’m hanging out with Madison later, but I can do Tuesday? Just check with Natalie.” David brushes it off, how he’s trying to fit in a TikTok star as he’ll be too busy with a musician and model tonight.

Trying to not roll your eyes, you save your work and sidetrack to Instagram on your phone in an attempt to block out the rest of David’s conversation.

It’s only when David waves to Addison and turns around to see you with your back turned that he takes the time to pick up a cushion and throws it at your head.

Falling forward, you quickly turn and glare at him. “David!” You call out, your cold look warming as he chuckles with that goofy smile. “Oh, you’ll pay for this.” You mutter, picking a cushion up as you proceed to chase him around the living room.

“You’ll never catch me, Y/n!” He continues to run away from you as you hold two cushions, holding them high in the air as you head toward the sofa after him.

Just as you lean out to clap his head with the cushions, you feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist and pull you down.

“David.” You laugh lightly, realising he’s now on top of you, trapping you on the sofa.

Both of your laughs subside and silence takes over as David remains on top of you. The cushions are both gone, resting by your side as David’s breathing deepens and his eyes flicker toward your lips.

“Dave, I-” Before you’re able to say anything else, the front door opens.

Quickly David pulls himself from you and straightens up. “Hey, guys!” He waves as Zane, Heath and Mariah walk in whilst you slowly sit upright, pushing back whatever you thought could’ve happened once more.

It had been a few weeks since your almost moment, and you still couldn’t find yourself to fully focus on David. Every time you looked in his direction, all you could feel were butterflies in your stomach as your thoughts clouded over. Yet, the second another girl started to flirt with him, those clouds became thunderous until you either excused yourself or she gave up.

“You know, you could just talk to him.” Mariah mutters beside you, catching you off guard as you’re all sitting in David’s room whilst he attempts to finish editing.

You scoff lightly, looking over your shoulder to make sure David isn’t paying any attention. “I don’t know what you mean.” You shrug a shoulder, but Mariah knows you better than you know yourself sometimes.

“Oh, really?” She quirks an eyebrow as she peers her head over to look at David and begins to part her lips to call him, but you quickly tug on her arm to back down.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you collapse further into the beanbag. “Okay fine.” You admit. “I won’t because it’ll just end badly, and I don’t want that sort of tension.” You explain, just as David picks his phone up to see a message from Stass.

“Stass is coming out with us tonight, she said she’ll probably bring Olivia and Madison too.” David says as he reads the message straight from his phone, looking around as a series of nods meet his gaze, all except for you.

“See what I mean?” You quietly question Mariah who pats your arm sympathetically. “I might as well just head home and chill. Like I wanna spend all night seeing a bunch of attractive girls feeling him up.” You mutter to Mariah as you rise to your feet and grab your bag.

Immediately, David focuses on you as a frown wears heavy on your lips. “Where you going?” David questions and a few others look around to see you hovering by the doorway, David now leaning on the edge of his bed.

Tugging on your bag, you force your eyes away from his. “I’ve got a lot of admin to do before the weekend, thought I’d go see my manager and get it sorted.” You explain, oblivious to David’s shoulders slumping.

“Are you coming tonight though?” He asks you, only to watch as you shake your head.

“Some other time though.” You comment before you pass through the door, hearing as conversations resume, but David’s voice remains absent.

Mariah focuses on David as he glances over, seeing her motion for him to follow you out.

As David heads toward the door to follow you, Mariah lets out a sigh of relief as she relaxes back into the beanbag. “My work here is done.” She mutters under her breath with a smile on her face, knowing the right thing is finally being done about you both.

“Hey, Y/n.” Pausing in his driveway, you turn around to see David closing his front door and walking toward you. “Are you okay?”

Raising an eyebrow, a nervous sigh follows from your lips. “I mean, yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” You question, crossing your arms with your keys dangling from your fingertips.

“You’ve just been acting off lately, not coming out with us,” David explains as you continue to avoid eye contact. “and you’re barely looking at me, even now.” He adds, catching you off guard as your eyes snap onto his.

“I’ve just been busy, that’s all.” You reason, but David shakes his head as he stands closer.

“No, it’s not just that.” David mutters as he tries to think back to the last few times you’ve been absent, where they went and who went with them. And then it hits him, and David can’t help but chuckle under his breath. “Are you jealous, Y/n?”

“Jealous of what?” You quickly retort, only spiking David’s curiosity further. “Of the girls that have been around lately?” You watch as a smirk begins to rise across David’s lips, but you scoff.

“As if I’d be jealous. Why would I anyway? I’m allowed to be busy David, my world doesn’t revolve around you.” You bite back before turning around to walk to your car, but David quickly moves to stand in front of you, blocking your way. “David, just move.” You sigh.

“Not without doing this.” David comments before resting his hands on your cheeks and leaning in, kissing you passionately.

After a split second of confusion, you kiss him back. Your hands rest around his shoulders, lost in your own world as you deepen the kiss before eventually pulling away to catch a breath.

“So, does this mean you won’t be jealous anymore?” David questions as you chuckle. “Because I think it’s clear who I like.”

You hum to yourself, your hand rising to play with his hair. “I’m not sure, you’ll have to remind me somehow.” You playfully smile before kissing him once more, knowing this is just the beginning.

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harianasavenue · 4 years ago

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woman with a broken heart - j.f

hey guys, i haven’t posted in a while and i’m sorry. i have been really busy but i’m available finally. if you have any requests, please send them in! <3 -a

song: beware by big sean ft. lil wayne and jhene aiko.

summary: jeff and y/n have been in a toxic relationship due to his past mistakes, driving them to breakup

warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, toxic and broken relationship.

words: 348

1 year ago*

jeff was out clubbing with his friends, while you stayed at home. he wouldn’t let you come with him, which did make you mad and sad, but it was whatever. jeff had been going a lot more than normal. it made you so mad seeing him get ready in front of you, but he wouldn’t let you go out.

he was a sweetheart in the first stages of the relationship. 5 months in he started rebelling against you and he started disrespecting you, which lead to your first fight. he had stormed out and got drunk. he cheated on you that night, and you forgave him after a week.

this happened 3 more times. he cheated on you so many times, you began to distance yourself and you broke up with him.

shortly after, he promised he’ll change and you guys got back together.

jeff started that cycle again.

you decided it was a good idea to question him about cheating on you, judging from past mistakes and drama.

“are you cheating on me?” you say, sitting on the couch drinking champagne. you were prepared for a fight.

“are you crazy? you have got to be kidding me. i said i changed.” he tells you, his anger already building up.

“don’t call me crazy. you did it before, so it’s not unreasonable.” you say calmly.

“ why do you have to bring this up all the time.”

“why do it in the first place?” you shoot back.

“that’s it, we’re done.”

that stops you in your tracks. it literally felt like he shot you in the heart and left you in the dust.

“i fucking hate you jeff. how dare you break up with me after everything i did for you. keep a fucking eye open at night.” you say, grabbing your stuff.

“baby, you know i meant it with good intentions, right? i was just mad.” he tries to justify.

“this is your last time calling me crazy or baby. cut off everyone from my family, we’re over.” you say leaving him alone in his apartment.

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duskypinkbow · 5 years ago

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Masterlist ✨

Due to the fact that english isn't my first language..i don't feel comfortable enough to write anything..

Buuut i decided to make a masterlist with my favourite imagines/fics/blurbs etc!

This list will be *updated from time to time... (i have to go through my likes and this may take some time lol)

And i will organize and mark them as well!

I renamed some of them but tried to keep the original name.

If I used your work and you don't want to be featured on this list please tell me and I’ll remove it.

as my blog in general... this list will contain mainly Jeff, some David (not yet but it will.. i promise) .. and a few whole squad pieces.

* ~. enjoooooy . ~*

angst - A

fluff - F

smut - S

*~ new fics updated to the list

Jeff Wittek as...

-> your friend/crush/ex

~ the one where you meet him in a bar

~ the one where you meet him at a dog park

~ the one where you meet him at a houseparty in New York (s)

~ the one where he asks you out

~ the one where he flirts with you

~ the one with the six feet apart date

~ the one with the blind date (cute!!)

~ the one with your first date

*~ the one where you go house hunting (f)

*~ the one where he is your plus one

~ the one where you’re cuddling on davids couch (f)

*~ the one where he gives you his hoodie (f)

~ the one where he would do anything for you (f)

~ the one where he helps you heal after a break up (f)

*~ the one where you escape an abusive relationship

~ the one where he tries to get in your pants (a/f)

~ the one where he teases you

~ the one where you tease each other

~ the one where he treats you to something nice (s)

~ the one with the lie detector

~ the one where he is your seatbelt

~ the one where he breaks up with his gf cuz you’re bored

~ the one where he tells you that your boyfriend cheated on you

~ the one where you are in an unhappy relationship with someone else (a/f)

~ the one where you break up with your boyfriend cuz he is jealous of Jeff (s)

~ the one with your dirty laundry (s)

~ the one where you are friends from back home

~ the one where you are number neighbours

~ the one where he stays with you

~ the one where you are being shipped

~ the one where he has a crush on you

~ the one where you accidentally admit your crush on him

~ the one where your friends push you to admit your crush

*~ the one where you are not supposed to kiss him

*~ the one where you kiss him first

~ the one where he tells you that he loves you (a/f/s)

~ the one where one thing leads to another

~ the one where you are friends with benefits (light s)

*~ the one were no strings are attached

*~ the one where he lets you go (a/f/s)

~ the one where you have a sleepover with the squad (s)

~ the one where he gets attached

~ the one where he is your secret boyfriend

~ the one where you are not official yet

~ the one where you are drunk text him (the billboard prank pt. 2)

*~ the one where he takes care of you while you’re drunk

~ the one where you get caught - by David

~the one where you get caught - by everyone

~ the one where you get caught - by Joe

~ the one where you accidentally call him

*~ the one where you meet him again

*~ the one where you meet him after he abandoned you

*~ the one where you get back together

~ the one where he drunkenly shows up at your place

-> your boyfriend

~ the one with the escape room (S)

~ the one where he can't hold back (s)

~ the one where you start liking hiking

~ the one where you are a hot mess

~ the one where he can't get enough

~ the one where you are on a road trip (s)

~ the one where you are on vacation (F)

~ the one where you are passing the time (S)

~ the one on the beach

~ the one where he will marry you

~ the one where you’re his shortcake

*~ the one where you have your period

~ the one where you are his home and heaven

*~ the one where you move in with him

~ the one where you are playing baseball with him (f)

~ the one where you broke his clippers (s)

*~ the one where he tries to do your make up

~ the one where he braids your hair

~ the one where he is doing your hair (another one)

~ the one where you feature on the barbershop

~ the one where your relationship gets exposed

~ the one where you dance with him

~ the one where you visit his family (S)

~ the one where you meet his parents

~ the one where you meet his parents (another one)

~ the one where he is jealous (light S)

~ the one where you tease him (S)

~ the one where you tease him by posting pictures on insta

~ the one where he calls you by a different name (a?)

~ the one where he says his goodbyes to you (a)

-> your husband/ a father

~ the one where he proposes to you

~ the one where you marry him

~ the one where you visit Davids house (with your kids)

~ the one where he takes care of your son

-> not defined/ long ones/ series

~ History repeats (long one)

~ the girl with the fire in her eyes (long one)

~ mystery girl / pt. 2 (with David Dobrik)

~ the billboard prank / pt. 2

~ no more waiting

~ are you up? / pt. 2 (S)

~ You will always be the girl he wish he kept / pt. 2 / pt. 3

~ Best friends / pt. 2 / pt. 3 / pt. 4 *

*~ not the boy you should be afraid to love

~ weak when ur around

~ unrequited

David Dobrik

-> your friend/crush

~ the one where he teases you all day long (s)

~ the one where he marries you instead of Jasons mom

~ the one with the mistletoe

*~ the one where you are jealous of other girls in his life

*~ the one where you are watching his old vlogs and eating cheesecake

-> your boyfriend

~ the one where you are a stressed student (s)

~ the one where the guys are jealous cuz david gets laid the most (f)

~ the one where he pranks you

~ the one where you tell him you are pregnant

-> your husband/ a father

-> not defined

Whole Squad & others

~ the one where you are the baby of the group / pt. 2

~ the one where you are the affectionate one in your friend group

~ the one where you relive the same day over and over again

-> Scotty Sire

*~ the one where he helps you with a brand deal (s)

*~ the one where you show him your skincare routine

If some links won't work/are wrong/got removed please tell me so i can edit it! :)

**this is inspired by ‘the mother of all masterlist’ by Jeffswinky

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mrsdobrik · 4 years ago

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MASTERLIST:

NOT CLICKBAIT

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21 / Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 / Chapter 24 / Chapter 25 / Chapter 26 / Chapter 27 / Chapter 28 / Chapter 29 / Chapter 30

MY NAME JEFF

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

ONE SHOTS

Three Months

Nipple Piercings

REQUESTS LIST

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merc12-us · 5 years ago

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Messy : David Dobrik :

Summary: Just some fluff about Jason and David talking about Y/N in the podcast

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“so before we start i would just like to say David you look awful” Jason laughed as he sat across from the boy who immediately gave a shocked look of offence.

It was true he was wrapped in one of y/n’s fluffy blankets, glasses lopsided framing his tired eyes, hair tousled and cheeks puffy. Jason still laughing continued “oh how the tables have turned, guys you dont see this but when y/n goes away filming David literally regresses so far into a video playing hermit, but how is she anyway?”

David rolled his eyes not bothering to deny it “Aww thank you, I’m not enjoying this already” Jason was still laughing at the lovesick boy “But yeah shes good, y/ns been away for the last two weeks filming a new Netflix series by the way”

“Its crazy, shes blowing up lately” Jason said smiling as David sat up while talking about her “Yeah she actually called the other day, it was Charlies birthday and she sent over load of cake and a card from you both, thanks by the way”

David laughed “Ohh yeahh that”

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wvttvk · 5 years ago

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Sleeping Alone — David Dobrik

a/n: ok so here it is, my first piece of writing I felt okay enough to post. pls be gentle with it but also be honest!! Let me know if it’s okay or if it’s trash!! Also feel free to request & I’ll try to get another piece out soon. :) (edited) Word Count: 2k

As the chatter around you continues, you absentmindedly continued to stare at your hands. You weren’t quite bored yet; it was mainly you being exhausted and not in the mood to be socially bubbly. Most days are simply like that.

As you twirled the stem of your wine glass between your thumb and forefinger, you got distracted by the chipped polish arming your manicured hand. You let out another exhale that seemed to carry the attitude of an annoyed sigh as you swirled the remnants of your glass and sipping down your remaining wine.

That was your third glass and you don’t think it would be your last. It had been a month since the breakup with Ty. And while you know it had to happen, that it was bound to happen, that didn’t stop the hollowness in your chest from being noticeable. Two years of dating—two years of building a life, simply reduced to a love that was spread so thin it disappeared all together.

That’s how you found yourself reaching across the kitchen island, your fingers curling around the neck of the wine bottle. The laughs of your friends filled your ears as you poured another generous helping for yourself.

God did you love your friends; you honestly wouldn’t know what you would do without them. You swiveled in the chair turning to face the couch watching as Heath and Mariah danced to the beat, his hand on the small of her back as her head was thrown back in laughter at Zane grabbing Jeff to dance as well. A smile settled on your face watching the joy on their faces and the clear dismay on Jeff’s face as Zane proceeded to try and kiss him. But the smile didn’t reach your eyes, it never seemed to.

As you swirled the glass in your hand, observing the energy of the room, your eyes finally settled on brown eyes. He just set his camera down on the table, reaching for his beer that he had been nursing all night. When Zane tackles Todd over the couch, a roar of laughter following, you watch David’s smile widen in childlike glee at the mayhem, his body rocking back to settle into the plush cushions.

Your silent watching was interrupted by Natalie rushing to your side, grabbing the right side of your face to plant a drunken kiss against your left cheek. “Hey babes, you okay?” She asked, looping an arm around your neck.

“Yeah—no—yeah I’m fine, just feeling in an observational mood” you retorted, not feeling like delving into how you truly are feeling. You looped your arm around her shoulders, leaning into her hold.

Natalie and David have been two primarily strongholds for you since the breakup. The long process of moving out of what once was yours and Ty’s little home seemed to be slow moving process. For a week, every night seemed to end with you wrapped in blankets on Dave’s couch, his arm slung around your shoulders, your tears silently rolling down your cheeks as you would watch whatever video or show was playing in the background. David never pushed you to talk like the others would sometime do. He seemed to understand that you weren’t always needing to talk, he would just sit with you and be there. That was all he could do and that was all you could ever need.

Those nights on the couch with David always seemed to end the same, your eyes slowly flitting shut. As you would fall deeper into sleep your body instinctively would curl into his chest, the warmth of him wrapping you into a sense of peace— at last. But it would never truly last. Because eventually David would get up to go to his room, standing and pulling over a pillow for your head to lean on as his replacement. He would spread the blanket you were already tangled in to cover you and stretch his arms above him, finally free to move from the position you had been locked in with him.

He always assumed you would remain fast asleep during his departure but you didn’t—you never did.

He didn’t know that you could feel the cold contrast of the pillow he deemed a replacement. He didn’t know you would feel his lips ghost over your forehead or his fingers merely graze your eyebrow as he moves stray pieces of hair out of your face.

But most importantly, he didn’t know that you couldn’t seem to sleep alone. That you still can’t sleep alone.

Natalie interrupts your racing thoughts, moving to stand in front of your face, blocking your view of David. Her eyes ran across your face, giving you a sympathetic knowing glance. “Y/n” her hand slipped into yours, “come sit with us.” You nod and smile, sliding off the chair.

Walking over to the couch where people were beginning to settle, David caught your gaze again.

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled at you, patting the open space next to him. You felt something strange in your stomach twist, something like butterflies leaving their cocoons.

You sink into the couch at last, feeling your muscles relax into the plush cushions, the undeniable heat from David radiating from his arm to yours, from his thighs to yours.

“Any of y’all wanna head to Saddle?” Zane asked the group, getting a mixed response of either very enthusiastic yes’s or very uninterested no’s. The group begins to disperse, with Todd, Zane, Heath, Mariah and Natalie scrambling to find their belongings.

You hadn’t noticed but David had leaned closer to you, gently speaking into your ear. “Do you want to go with them or do you want to crash on the couch?”

Apparently your exhaustion was obvious to him, as your eyelids hung low. You sat up further against the cushions.

“Oh no, Dave if you want to go with them that’s fine, I’ll just head home—“

“No—I” He interrupted you. “I want to stay with-I want to stay home.” He ended with a halfhearted yawn. He lifted his arm to rest on the back of the couch behind you, and you tilted back into his arm, rolling your head to the side to properly look at him.

“Yeah. I’ll stay.” He smiled widely, his eyes searching your face as he dropped his hand from the couch to encircle your shoulders, squeezing you to him.

“Yes! Sleepover!!” He cheered as you giggled in his tight grasp.

“Dave please, I would love some air.” He laughed back, releasing his tight grip on you. Your shoulders were warm and so were your cheeks as you realized he left his arm to drape around you.

You weren’t sure why now your body decided to get flustered from his touch. You could feel your face and body grow hotter.

“Alright, I’m gonna take these drunk children to the bar now, are you guys coming? Y/N, do you need a ride home?” Jeff asked David and I from where he stood by the pool table, the rest of the group bubbling and shoving each other out the door. “No thanks Jeff, I’m good.” I answered, with David echoing the same.

Everyone filed out of the house, yelling assorted goodbyes as Nat yelled for David to remember to lock the door. All that was left was David, myself, and an abundance of silence.

“Oh goodness, poor Jeff” you started through tired giggles, still being able to hear Zane screeching from outside. David laughed in agreement, standing up with you to gather the few empty beer bottles that remained on the table. “Oh by the way,” David began, leaning his back against the pool table, “if you want to change, there’s a big box in Nat’s room. New stuff from Fanjoy.”

You were already walking towards her room as he spoke, you turned back to face him. Your stomach was clenching again. He looked the same as he always did, adorned in a black sweatshirt and sweats with a sleepy smile on his face. From beneath his hood messy brown hair peaked through and it almost hurt you to not turn around and tuck back the strands. You smiled wide, singing back at him, “Be right back.”

The night with David continued on like so many had before. You two tucked on the corner of the white couch, legs sprawled in front as a Marvel movie played on the TV. Your snacks had been long finished, your eyes shut as your cheek pressed up against the side of David’s rib cage. You felt safe. His warmth was running through your bones, the faint smell of him surrounding you fully.

The gentle sleep you had fallen into didn’t last long as David began to shift next to you. You felt as his leg snake out from where yours had laid on top of his. Your heart was dropping as you felt his arm raise from you, his body skillfully replacing a pillow beneath you. You felt him shuffle to the kitchen and you opened your eyes to see what he was doing. He grabbed two water bottles and walked back to where you were, your eyes snapping shut again.

As he moved around you, spreading out the blanket and placing a water bottle on the table, you focused on keeping your breathing even. He had stopped moving, but he hadn’t left. You could feel him looking at you; you could feel him close to you. Finally you felt his fingers ghost over your face, his hand resting in your hair as you felt him lean down to you.

Your stomach was burning, your thoughts were racing as he neared you. You didn’t want him to leave you tonight, you didn’t want him to kiss you goodnight—to kiss you goodbye. Your face and body was burning as his lips just barely pressed against your forehead. The butterflies were surely awake now. You felt him rise from you and before you could stop it, your eyes shot open.

He froze above you, still hovering but now adorned in a terrified and embarrassed expression. You stared at his face, the glow from the neon lights in the house casting pink and white light across his cheeks. His eyes dark as he waited for you to react.

You sat up slowly and he leaned back , falling to sit on the edge of the table in front of you. He seemed to open his mouth to talk but he didn’t have to the words to explain his actions.

You reach forward and David almost flinches. Your fingers skim his cheekbones before brushing into his hair, tentatively remaining at the base of his neck.

“Dave,” you whispered. You weren’t sure if that was a question, or a warning, but you knew what you needed now. Leaning forward, your nose brushed his, your breaths mingling as your eyes slipped from his down to his lips. You wanted to taste them, you wanted to feel them against yours. So you took the leap, your lips fitting between his, and you felt David take a sharp inhale. After a moment he pushed back against you, moving slowly, lifting his hand to hold the underside of your jaw. As you pulled away, his thumb brushed upwards, swiping along your bottom lip.

You looked up at him, his eyes roaming your face for answers and you only had one. “I—I don’t want to be alone.” And that was enough. He understood, like he always did. With no words left to say, he nodded. He slipped his hand into yours and pressed his lips against your forehead, no longer just a lingering graze. He led to you to his room where you crawled into the safety of the covers and his awaiting arms. His nose was buried in your hair and you heard him whisper your name. With your eyes gently closing, you hummed back to let him know you heard.

His arm slipped lower around your waist, pulling you entirely into his embrace. His voice had become a raspy whisper, already coated in sleep, “I’ll never let you be alone.”

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cherryleta · 4 years ago

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Under the Stars ➪ D.D

This is my first fan fiction and it may be too long lol idk what i’m doing... so whoever reads this feel free to give me feedback on what I can do better in and maybe send in some request idk lol I will try my best to capture ya’ll ideas just the way ya’ll want lol.. I hope y'all enjoy. 🥺 btw there might be some typos.

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You and David have always been super close, ever since first meeting back when you first arrived in L.A. a little over a year ago. Unbeknownst to you, he would become the person you rely on the most. You first started to notice your growing feelings for David on the night of Zane’s birthday where you had one too many. He had dropped everyone off at their disengaged houses but took you back to his to take care of you. He would wake up at 6am hearing your hangover hit you, where he quickly rushed over to the bathroom and held your hair while you were hunched over the toilet. He did everything possible to make you feel better although while also laughing of how drunk you had gotten the night prior. Though you just believed those kind gestures where him being friendly. What you didn't know was that David felt the same way, but you were soon to find out.

David had realized his feelings for you when he noticed how much you cared for others. You were always making sure everyone else was feeling okay or willing to do anything for him and his friends. You had no ounce of evil in you. David’s feelings grew stronger ever time he was with you. He loved how when sitting next to you, you would mindlessly cuddle up next to him and run your nails up and down his arm. Or when he would have a long night of editing you would be the only one willing to stay up with him even if you both just sat on the cloud couch in silence, but to him it didn’t matter cause he enjoyed your presence.

Knowing your birthday was coming up David spent every second of his day with the help of Natalie of course trying to figure out the perfect plan. So when David had shot you a text “make sure not the make plans on your birthday I’m taking you out” You couldn’t help but feel butterflies erupt inside of your stomach thinking of spending your day with him, but cooling yourself down thinking he would never like you cause to him you were just a friend.

As your birthday approached you wore a casual red dress with cute sandals as David told you, you guys will be dinning outside. You get a text “ I’m outside” and you immediately spray on perfume and make your way outside.

Walking up to the beautiful white Tesla stood David in his normal black attire and red roses, Looking down at you, you couldn’t help but blush as he leaned in to give you a hug and whispering the words in your ear “happy birthday y/n.” He opens the passenger door for you, but you couldn’t help but notice he looked nervous. While driving, you ask him “where are we going” to which he replies “It’s a surprise, but I promise you that you are going to love it, I spent weeks planning.”

Surprised that he cared so much about your birthday you couldn't help but feel those butterflies again. You assumed you were nearing closer to your destination when you heard those infamous words.

“I’m going to need to blindfold you” not thinking he was serious you busted out laughing until you looked over and saw that he was indeed very serious. “You’re not going to leave me on the side of the road right” hearing his famous laugh that you have learned to love he continued with “no you weirdo, I just want to make it extra special.”

As he puts the blind fold on he parks the car and open your door. As you guys are walking he tells you to take off your shoes and you do so by using him as a balance. Next thing you know your feet touch to what feels like sand to you.

“okay I’m taking the blindfold off now”, As he takes it off your breath gets caught in your throat. You couldn’t believe he did all this for you. You were know looking at a candle light beach dinner with the moon illuminated above you. When you turned around to look at him, he's at already looking at you. leading you towards your chair “I can't believe you did this” “I’ll do anything for you y/n”

As you guys finish dinner, he leads you towards a blanket on the sand floor laying down besides each other looking up at the stars. “You know I've been planning this for weeks, I wanted everything to be perfect just for you.”

Turning your head to look at him you guys just stare into each others eyes until he leans in and kisses you with so much love just as you do the same. You pull away first to catch your breath, but you see him smiling like there’s no tomorrow. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I first laid eyes on you y/n, you have have no idea how much I like you, I literally can't go a day with out thinking about you. I want to be with you y/n.”

You lean in to kiss him again but pull away with a smile on your lips , “I want to be with you to David, not a day goes by where I don’t want to be with you.”

You both now lay there smiling like idiots and kissing under the stars thinking about the best days to come now that you're together.

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dirtydobrik · 4 years ago

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design ideas - d.d.

plot: you and david disagree on the designs for his next merch collection

word count: 1150

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“Babe, come take a look at the new designs,” David shouted from the couch, where he had his laptop open to the new merch line and sample products.

You dropped the knife that you had just finished using into the sink and carried your plate of apple slices and peanut butter over to the living room. You set the plate down on the coffee table, eating a slice as you settled into the couch next to David. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into him.

“So this is the logo for the new collection,” he said, pointing to multicolored bubble letters spelling out Clickbait. “We’re going to put it as a small logo on t-shirts and a large logo on hoodies, and the words are going to go down the leg on the sweatpants,” he explained as he clicked through the mock up design ideas of pastel colored clothing, phone cases, and phone cases.

As he scrolled through the different pieces, you found yourself unimpressed by the line. It didn’t really feel personal or authentic to him or his brand.

A frown formed on David’s face as he noticed your lack of enthusiasm regarding the designs. “What’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly worried about the new line.

“Nothing. It’s just, I don’t totally love it,” you admitted, shrugging your shoulders and popping another apple slice into your mouth.

He leaned forward and setting his laptop on the coffee table so he could turn and face you. “Why not?”

You took a deep breath, not wanting to hurt his feelings, “It just doesn’t feel like you.”

His eyebrows knit together, confused by what you meant.

“I mean, it’s super trendy and the pieces are cute, but come on David, you’re never going to wear anything from this collection after you take promo shots,” you explained.

David was still puzzled by your reaction, he had expected you to love the line. “Is that a bad thing? If the pieces are trendy then people are going to want to buy them.”

“It seems like a cash grab, Dave,” you shrugged, watching his face fall.

“A lot of work went into this line, babe,” he sighed, not sure about what he was going to do now.

“And I’m not saying that you can’t release it.”

“But you hate it,” he reminded you.

“I don’t hate it,” you groaned, taking a deep breath to gather your thoughts. “I guess I just don’t understand why you’d sell pastel hoodies when you basically live in black. You should design and sell merch that you would wear.”

“You’re right,” he replied. “But that’s all I’ve ever really released for merch and I wanted to try something new,”

“So ease into adding colors to a collection, babe. You can slowly change your brand but it comes across as really inauthentic if you do something just because it’s trendy.”

David nodded, listening to what you were saying. He appreciated how you explained your thoughts from both a business and personal perspective.

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“I think I’m going to head to bed,” David said, getting up from the couch to grab water from the kitchen. You had spent the evening watching David stream and then put on a movie after cooking dinner.

“I’ll be in soon. There’s a few things I need to finish,” you said, tilting your head over the top of the couch as David leaned down to kiss you.

“Don’t stay up too late. I love you,” he whispered, kissing you again.

“I won’t, I promise. I love you, too. Good night babe,” you smiled.

You waited until David was back in his room to pull your iPad and apple pencil out of your purse. David’s laptop was still on the coffee table and decided to send yourself the rough sketches of his new merch. You had interned for a fashion designer when you were in college studying graphic design and advertising, and you wanted to come up with some way to redesign it that felt more authentic to David’s personality without completely changing the entire line. You opened Procreate and imported the logo. You didn’t care if he didn’t love your ideas, but you wanted to remind him of what he used to release.

You played around with different color palettes, trying to see what worked and what didn’t with the merch he had previously released. After a few attempts, you decided that the outline of the letters should be multicolored and the clothing pieces should only be sold in neutrals: black, light grey, and white. The line was still fun and appealing to the masses, but it was more grounded than his original design he had shown you.

You found the process both exhilarating and entertaining and you spent some time creating new logo designs and color palettes for future merch drops, although you didn’t seem to care if he didn’t want to release anything you created.

A few hours later, as you were putting the finishing touches on your ideas, you heard David’s bedroom door open and he shuffled across the hardwood floor until you were in his line of sight.

“I thought you said you coming to bed soon,” Dave pouted, his eyes half open as he sleepily rubbed them.

You glanced down at the time and realized it was nearly 3am. “I’m sorry, I must’ve lost track of time.”

“What are you working on?” he asked, sitting next to you on the couch and reaching for your iPad.

“Just a couple of designs ideas,” you said, before reluctantly handing it over and warning him that you still needed to tweak a few things.

You nervously chewed on your bottom lip as he scrolled through your art, your eyes flickering between the screen and his face. “You obviously don’t have to release anything I came up, but I had a few ideas on how to rebrand yourself, if that’s something you’re interested in.”

“My girl is insanely talented,” David grinned, leaning over and kissing your neck.

“Tell me more,” you insisted.

“She’s also insanely hot,” he whispered, his hot breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine. “And I think she should work for me,” he added, pulling you on to his lap.

“Oh really?” you giggled, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and kissing him. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled you into him.

“I’m serious,” David said, ruining the moment. You pulled away from him, not sure what to say. “You’re talented, babe. And your designs are good. I want to release them and I want you to help with future designs,” he explained.

“David,” you sighed. “I appreciate the offer and I’m more than happy to help when you need me, but I just want to be your girlfriend, not your designer.”

“Are you sure? I pay really well.”

“I thought you said you don’t mix business with pleasure,” you teased, kissing his jawline.

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isthisthingeven0n · 5 years ago

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where does loyalty lie? : d.d

brief summary: whilst editing a vlog, david comes across footage of your boyfriend cheating on you at a party

word count: 1.1k requested: yes by @squishybebe thank you for requesting this! warnings: some angst, heartbreak and strong language

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DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

“Jason!” David yells from his bedroom whilst his eyes remain glued to the screen, rewinding the footage to ensure what he’s seeing is real.

Moments later, Jason rushes through the door to see David perfectly relaxed on his bed. “David,” Jason sighs as he pants heavily before walking closer, seeing David furrow his brows together.

“Watch this.” David pushes his laptop toward Jason, scanning his expression as the footage plays.

As it comes to an end, Jason’s expression remains neutral. “What?” Jason questions, causing David to roll his eyes before replaying the footage.

“Look closely, okay?” David sits beside his friend this time, watching closely as he presses play.

David relives that night as the screen pans around the room of people drinking, talking and dancing. Snippets of Zane doing shots, you singing with Carly and Natalie pouring vodka into Todd's mouth all play. Yet, hidden in the last clip is a crucial detail David can’t comprehend is real.

Hitting the space bar to pause the video, David turns back to Jason. “Did you see it?” He questions once again, but Jason shakes his head.

A sigh leaves David’s lips as he rewinds the clip by a few seconds, pausing on the exact moment and points it out.

“Oh my fucking god.” Jason covers his mouth as he focuses on the image before looking up at David. “She’ll be heartbroken, Dave.” Jason sighs as David nods, now in a dilemma.

“What do I do?” David thinks aloud, running his fingers through his hair. “I, I can’t upload that. I’ve searched through the rest of the footage and there’s more to prove it wasn’t just a one-time thing.” David admits, knowing the footage is saved in a separate file.

“Fuck.” Jason stands up, pacing around the room whilst David is unable to tear his eyes from the screen. “I mean, you have to tell her. You can’t let her carry on and not know.” Jason explains, knowing it won’t be easy, but necessary.

“I, I don’t want to hurt her, she’s our friend, Jase.” David speaks up, seeing your face beside Natalie as you wear a bright smile, mid-laugh across his screen. “How am I supposed to tell her this?”

Jason walks over, perching on the edge of the bed as he rests a hand on David’s shoulder. “It won’t be easy, but she needs to know the truth.”

“Hey, David!” You happily walk into the house with everyone's coffee orders, passing them around to Natalie, Jason and David.

Everyone quietly thanks you, but you watch as they all keep their eyes remain fixated on the ground.

“Something up?” You question with a light laugh, looking around as David lifts his eyes up, focusing on you. “David?”

David sighs under his breath before he stands up. “I wanna show you something.” He motions for you to follow him, and silently you oblige whilst Natalie and Jason exchanged a concerned look, knowing what you’re about to witness won’t be easy.

Wandering into David’s room, you stand by the doorway still holding your coffee. “What’s going on?” You ask as David sits on his bed, grabbing a hold of his laptop and putting it on his lap.

“You know the party the other night?” David questions, watching as you nod in response. “Well, I was going through the footage from that night, and I saw something that you need to see.”

“Okay.” You hesitantly answer, walking over and sit beside David.

Opening his laptop, David pulls the footage as you shuffle closer next to him. Your armrests against his as you focus on the screen, a small smile lining your lips as you watch back a condensed version of that night.

“It sure was crazy.” You chuckle, but David remains quiet as a frown crosses his lips. You continue to watch, but as the footage of Natalie, you and Todd play you can’t help but look behind Todd and tense up. “Replay that for me?” You ask David quietly, wondering if it were just a mistake.

Glancing down at you, David can see you focusing intently on the footage. Your eyes fixate on the corner, and as that clip plays you immediately rise to your feet as a cocktail of emotions hits you like a tidal wave.

“Y/n-” David calls out as you storm from his room, heading to the front door without saying anything.

As you march through the house, both Natalie and Jason try to stop you, but it’s no use. You’re wearing determination heavy as you shoved Jason aside, slamming the front door behind you without another word being uttered about what you just witnessed.

Walking out from his room, David exhales heavily as Natalie and Jason turn to face him. “She didn’t even say anything.” David speaks up before grabbing his keys. “I need to calm her down.” He mutters before leaving the house, following you back to your own place where the issue lies.

Within minutes of you having pulled up, David was hot on your tail as he rushes inside your house to hear you screaming and crying.

“Who the fuck was she?!” You scream as tears slide down your cheeks whilst your boyfriend is frozen in the corner of your bedroom, watching as you force his clothes into a suitcase. “You threw away two years for some fucking girl! Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

Before you can lunge forward, a pair of arms hold you back. “Y/n, don’t.” David comments as you collapse down into his arms, sobbing into his chest. “Go, now.” David spits at your now ex-boyfriend who grabs his things, exiting without even apologising.

“He never said sorry, he, he’s been doing it for months.” The words struggle to leave your lips as it doesn’t feel real. “I, I can’t believe it.” You choke on your sentence as another sob erupts from your chest and you bury your face further into David’s hoodie, holding on for dear life.

“He doesn’t deserve you, Y/n.” David rubs his hand up and down your back as your cries become silent as the pain sets in, the strings holding your heart up finally fraying until broken.

“What if that was it?” You whisper, looking up with a watery gaze as your lower lip trembles. “What if I never find a good guy, what if that was as good as it’ll get?” Doubts circle your thoughts as you look over to the dip in the bed, the creased pillow he was lying on minutes prior.

“Hey,” David brings his hand up to your cheek, wiping away tears with his thumb. “it’ll get better,” He mutters as he leans down, kissing the top of your head as you close your eyes. “you just have to give it time.”

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harianasavenue · 4 years ago

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good girl - jeff wittek

a/n: i rushed through this tbh LOL. i hope y’all enjoy! <3

1.2k words asf <3

summary: you tease jeff, causing him to be sexually frustrated so he takes it out on you!

warnings: smut lol

jeff slams you against the door as soon as he shuts it, kissing you hard. you’ve been teasing him all day, knowing it would work him up. working him up = roughing you up in bed.

his hand slides down your body, sliding inside of your underwear. he rubs your bundle of nerves in circles, applying pressure. he’s going at a painfully slow pace.

“faster, jeff.” you whine into his mouth, knowing damn well he isn’t going to do as you say.

“i don’t think so, pet. you were pretty bad today. you do as i say, understand?” he clarifies. you were in for it.

you nod looking up at him, him staring back at your with a harsh glare. you were excited for what is to come.

“tell me you understand, y/n.” he says, adding a dominant tone.

“i understand, jeff.” you comply to his harsh tone, knowing not to mess with him at this time. this time is his time to dominate you and do whatever he pleases, with your consent of course.

he rubs faster, and you’re getting closer to your release. he can tell when your moans are getting louder and louder. your legs are shaking, so close to coming.. but then he stops.

you whine, looking at him with rage. you were close to saying something but he gave you a look saying ‘watch your mouth’.

you bite your tongue and look down. he picks you up and kisses you. he leads you guys into the bedroom and throws you on the bed. he crawls on top of you, kissing you.

his kisses soon move down from your face to your chin to your neck to your collarbones and so on, until he is in your intimate area. you buck your hips, but you are soon pushed down because of his strong arm pushing you back, flat on the bed.

he removes your dress, leaving you in just underwear. he looks at you, taking it all in. he sighs, trying to decide what to do to you.

his mind is racing with all the things he could do to you. “should i eat her out and make her come until she sees stars or should i just fuck her so she won’t walk for a week?” he thought to himself.

he decided to go for both. you teased him, so this is payback for it.

he removes your last article of clothing and licks a bold stripe up your p*ssy. you moan out, and that sends him into a frenzy. he starts sucking on your clit, licking up and down, side to side.

you’re moaning so loud, you would be surprised if your neighbors don’t say something.

he slides a finger into you, while sucking on your clit. curling them, sliding them in and out. he stops sucking on your clit, and starts licking around, trying his best to make you feel good.

he curls his fingers a little bit more, and your legs wrap around his head.

“there it is..” he says, referring to your g-spot. by this time, your legs are trembling around his head, your abs are clenching, you’re clenching around his fingers. he rips is mouth off of your intoxicating p*ssy.

he keeps fingering you, coming up to kiss you. you kiss back, but he starts finger fucking you. his fingers curling inside of you and you’re so close to your release. you’re moaning into his mouth his other hand comes down to rub your clit and that does it for you.

you’re shaking around his fingers, him still going the same pace. you start squirting, which is the first time you’ve ever done that. you’re on cloud nine, it feels like heaven. almost like an orgasm times 10. the best feeling you have ever felt in your life.

you’re moaning into his mouth. he looks shocked, almost as if it was his best accomplishment in his life. to be fair, this is the first time this has happened, so naturally it would give him an ego boost.

he slows down, looking up at you. you look fucked out, but you know you were far from over.

he fingered and ate you out about 2 more times, pulling 2 more orgasms out of you. he was about to go for another one, but his prick was hard and in need of release. if he doesn’t get that soon, he’ll go crazy.

he removes all his clothes, and you look up at him. he looks so sexy from this angle, it makes you want to suck his dick, but he wouldn’t let you.

he rams into you, causing you to scream out. he covers your mouth, him groaning.

“good girl, taking me so well, pet. so proud of you, just one more.” he says, praising you.

you’re so tired, but you don’t want him to stop. you loved these kinds of nights. they consisted of him railing you, eating you out, cuddling and kissing all night long, causing you to cancel your plans for the next day, hoping to rest up from the long night of fucking.

he’s pounding into you, him hitting your g-spot everytime. this causes you to have your 4th orgasm that night.

he’s at his halfway point, so you know you might have another orgasm.

he smacks your ass, causing you to yell out, almost moaning. you were so overstimulated, you might explode if he doesn’t come soon.

he sees this and he decides to egg it on. his hand comes down to your clit, rubbing it as fast as he could, this causes you to squirt and orgasm for the 5th time that night.

he spills into you and pulls out, laying down beside you. he kisses your forehead and hugs you. you’re both super sweaty and gross.

“let’s go shower, yeah?” he suggests, mumbling into your forehead.

“yeah. just a minute let me catch my breath, jeff.” you say, laughing.

after a few minutes you guys stand up, you almost falling over from how sore you were. he looks at you, biting his lip.

he holds your hand, helping you to walk into the bathroom.

“round 6?” he says jokingly, causing him to get a slap across the head. you roll your eyes.

“ i can barely walk and you want me to have sex with you again?” you say, complaining. he laughs and you laugh with him.

after showering, you guys lay down on the couch, cuddling.

“i love you”

“i love you too, jeff”

“i love nerf more, though.”

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clickbaitcom · 5 years ago

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quarantine confessions // d.d

pairing: david dobrik x reader

about: being quarantined with david and natalie

word count: 771

You were Natalie’s best friend and were staying with her in LA. Now that the entire city was in quarantine you were forced to spend a lot of time inside, not being able to enjoy the outdoors. You had already been in quarantine for four days, and you were starting to get bored and restless. The days seemed to go on forever, with not much to entertain you.

You and Natalie had tried doing some work online and did the best you could to stay healthy and working out almost every day. David, who Natalie lived with, had been putting together some blooper videos for YouTube. Every now and then someone would pop in to see how you were doing, mostly it was Taylor, David’s other assistant.

You had known David for a while and were starting to grow closer to him, due to the fact that you were forced to be in the same house together over a long period of time. Your feelings for David just got stronger and stronger, and you really enjoyed being with him for most of the day. The two of you had been flirting more and more, but you weren’t really sure how he actually felt about it. About you.

You found David interesting, he was not one to do a lot and make a huge fuss over things, but he was also struggling to sit still for a too long. So, every now and then he was doing some weird activity, like hitting a tennis ball over the house and catching it, and making Natalie throw a marshmallow over the house an into his mouth.

One day, the three of you were sat together on the couch, watching Netflix, when Natalie decided to go for a target run. All three of you made a grocery list so that you were certain that you had everything you needed for almost a week. You all thought it was best if just Natalie went, since you didn’t want to go outside in groups.

When Natalie left, you and David went back to watching Netflix. A show was just on in the background as your thoughts wandered. David noticed and turned to get your attention.

“You good?” He questioned, moving closer to you, dragging his blanket with him.

You nodded, “I’m fine. This is just so weird you know? All of this. Being quarantined. Me having to stay here with you.”

“I hope you don’t think it’s too weird,” David said, “having to stay here with me, I mean.”

“No, it’s fine.” You smile, shaking your head as you played with your fingers. “I have a lot of fun staying here with you guys.”

David smiled at you, “I’m glad. I’m having so much fun with you here.”

You felt a nervous tingle in your body as you looked at David. His eyes leaving yours as he looked down at your lips. Out of instinct, you bit your lower lip as the butterflies filled your stomach.

“Holy shit.” David breathed out as he looked up at your eyes. “You really have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

You didn’t respond, you didn’t know how to respond. You moved your hands up till his hair, pushing some of it back while running your finger through it.

The two of you moved closer to each other. David’s hand went to your cheek, his thumb stroking it.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” He sighed moving closer so that your foreheads were touching.

You ran your hand through his hair once more, “then do it.”

David didn’t waste a second before his lips met yours. You didn’t wait long before you kissed back. The kiss was short, but loving and passionate. You pulled away, your foreheads still touching. The two of you smiled at each other, before you both started laughing.

“Wow,” David breathed after laughing, “I’m feeling really productive during this quarantine. Getting a lot done. Kissing my crush... Now, I guess I should confess my feelings in some cliché way.”

You smiled at him, before giving him a quick peck on the lips. “I can’t wait to see in what cliché way you’ll confess your feelings. I’m really looking forward to it.”

“I guess I do have a lot of time on my hands to think of a way, but I’d rather not.” David said as he sat up straight, “I think I’ll just tell you like it is.”

“Okay...” you smiled as he grabbed your hands in his.

“I just really fucking like you, so much.”

“Deadass?” You smiled at him.

“Deadass.”

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poisxnyouth · 5 years ago

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bad influence dave (d.d) part 1 I guess

A/N: unfortunately, your girl can’t write 15k in 24 hours. but I think I slept 10/24 of those hours, so, like...I think I did pretty good. enjoy. talk to me while you read. I like when y’all tell me what to do...….let’s do that again. I want to post more, so maybe this is how we can get that done ??? either way, enjoy & let me know what you think & keep sending me concepts on this - it’s superrrr hot. love u. thank you for reading my stupid shit. xoxo hailey

word count: 6k (i’m sorry)

Michael, your coworker, drags you to a house party after work – if you didn't know any better, you'd think it’s a shitty shindig organized entirely by high schoolers from across the neighborhood. You’re not sure whose house it is, and you didn't think Michael was interested in this lifestyle; he’s happily married, and his son is going to be baptized by your father next week.

Apparently, he is, though, and he ditches you almost immediately, whisked away by people calling his name. You don’t mind it – you didn’t want to babysit him all night, anyway. You wander, half-assedly making yourself a drink in the kitchen just to have something to hold in your hands.

You sit yourself on a couch in a relatively empty room, coffee table littered with items you couldn't even identify if you wanted to. You take sips of your drink, hating every second of it, eyes scanning your surroundings as you attempt to find something worth paying attention to.

Michael is your only truly comfortable solace in the entire house, and you’re not sure as to what his location is or what he’s doing. You don’t know anyone else, and it’s not exactly your scene: a Father’s daughter should never be in a place like this. Your father would have a stroke if he knew your whereabouts – even though you’re now a grown adult woman living alone.

A man sits next to you, speaking to someone across the room as he shuffles through items on the coffee table. You catch his eyes as you move to uncomfortably scroll through your phone in an attempt to divert his gaze.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he breaks, fiddling with wrappers, “What’s up? I’ve never seen you at any of these things before.”

You shrug, blush coming to your cheeks as you feel his eyes linger on your necklace – a crucifix you’ve had since birth. He doesn't say anything for a moment, admiring the redness in your face, before breaking, “What’s your name?”

You clear your throat and tell him, not meeting his stare as he opens a jar and plucks what you assume a bud of weed is from it, tearing it up with his fingers.

“You speak!” He gasps, making light fun, “I’m David. Good to see you. You want me to roll you one?”

You shake your head, murmuring a No – thank you, though. as you watch his fingers habitually roll up either a joint or a blunt (you don’t know the difference, and don’t especially care all that much). He nods respectfully as he licks at the paper delicately, meeting your eyes.

David folds the paper and sticks it together, speaking, “You’re cute as all hell...Are you here with anyone?”

“Um...Michael,” you inform him anxiously, cup still in your hands, “Michael Paul.”

“Michael?” David asks, surprised as he glances down at your hands, searching for a ring, “You’re not Abby.”

“You know Abby?” you respond, “She’s...She’s in New York for the week. I’m, um, babysitting him, I guess.”

“Of course, I know Abby,” he replies, acting as if it’s an obvious fact as he shrugs his shoulders, lighting whatever he just rolled, “I’m their dealer, honey. This is my place. He didn't tell you that?”

You chew at your lips, embarrassed at your ignorance, fingers moving to play with the charm of your necklace as you shake your head, eyes at the floor.

He cocks his head, gaze zeroing in on you, “This isn't really your scene, huh?” David doesn’t mean it in a rude way; he’s just trying to get you to talk. You’re too cute for him to not attempt conversation.

You shake your head again, muttering, “No, not really. Michael dragged me here.”

He tuts, nodding politely, “You sure you don’t want me to roll you something? Or get you a pipe or something? You’re drinking the throwaway shit I didn’t want so I put it out – Michael’s downstairs hitting Adrian’s shitty DIY Rick and Morty bong, if you were wondering.”

“I don’t,” you stutter slightly, afraid to meet his eyes, “I’ve never smoked before. I’m not even drinking this...”

“Oh!” David exclaims, going silent for a moment, finishing what he was smoking, “Well...It’s a good time to smoke for the first time, if you want to. There’s really not a better time to try it than now, and I can stay with you, but if you don’t want to-”

“I think I do,” you admit, sheepish, thinking of how disappointed God probably is in you, “Just, um, help me with it? Please?”

He nods, leaning towards the coffee table and beginning his process all over again silently.

“How much do you know about weed, sweetheart?” David asks dubiously, taking his time.

“Um...I know what it looks like,” you admit, feeling more sheltered than you ever have before.

He laughs slightly as he folds the paper in, explaining politely, “I’m rolling you a blunt. The wrap is made of tobacco leaves. I’ll teach you how to roll later, if you want.”

It’s presumptuous of him to assume you’ll be back to see him again, but he doesn't acknowledge it, continuing, “This is my best shit. I don't deal it, so don't tell Mikey-boy about it or he’ll be up my ass begging for it. I don't know what strain it is – I just know it’s a hybrid.”

You don’t ask him to elaborate as he finishes rolling it, “You ready, hon?”

David sees you make a slight face, scoffing humorously.

"Baby," he urges, too comfortable with the nickname, yet to use your real name even though he knows it, "Try it. It won't kill you, I promise." David holds up the blunt he just rolled to you, still unlit. He quickly explains what baking the blunt is and what purpose it serves as he runs the flame over the seam of the dried leaves. He passes it to you, eyes dropping to your mouth as you prop it between your lips. He lights it for you, blowing out the flame at the end and watching you hit it for the first time.

You cough wildly, eyes watering as you pass it back to him, shaking your head and sniffling as you attempt to recover. He laughs at you lightly, amused, "Let’s try this. Just...suck in the smoke after me, okay?"

You nod as he scoots closer next to you and brings it to his lips, taking a drag and quickly ghosting it. He gently tips your head towards him, your chin between his thumb and index finger. He's too comfortable with you for just meeting each other fifteen minutes prior, and you realize this as he hovers his mouth over yours and gently blows the smoke. You do as David told you, sucking up the smoke as much as you can before he pulls away, staring at you and expecting you to cough.

You don't, exhaling remnants of his smoke easily. A smile tugs at his lips, blunt still between his fingers as his eyebrows raise, "Better, yeah? 'S shotgunning. I think it's kinda hot, but maybe it's just me."

You continue the back and forth of shotgunning until you're high. It doesn't take long for you, and he finishes the blunt for you, high off his ass. David eyes your mouth and begins to lean in, free hands moving to your waist.

He kisses you gently, keeping his hands to himself, before pulling away, speaking, "Sorry. I didn’t ask. Is this okay?"

You nod against him, fists tangling into his t-shirt, pulling him closer and attaching your mouths. He leans out gently after a few seconds, "Nah. We shouldn't – not when we're both as high as we are – but if you want me in your guts anytime soon, just lemme know. I’m down...The weed won't kill you, but these will," he pulls out a pack of Camel cigs from his breast pocket, shaking the pack slightly and removing one. David lights it and tosses the pack onto the coffee table, "...You want one?"

“Sure,” you shrug, your father's face passing momentarily through your brain as he passes you one. He lights it for you, his stare too overwhelming as he watches for your reaction.

“I like you,” he compliments simply, smoking a filtered Camel, arm draped around the back of your seat.

At first, you cough at the cigarette smoke, too – you’re loosened up now, but still painfully shy as David continues to speak with you, “So, what's your deal? Why’re you so bashful? I mean...it’s cute.”

“Oh, um,” you blush again, feeling the warmth from his body radiate onto your skin, “My father is the priest at the big cathedral in the center of town...St. John’s the Baptist.”

“Ohhh,” he nods understandingly, motioning to your crucifix, “Makes sense.”

He deadpans, “So, would he be upset with you if you were with a guy like me? What about your mom? Any siblings?”

You breathe heavier at his questions, heart beating faster as you glance at his lips, “Yes. Two brothers. They would all kill me if they even knew I was here.”

“So, why are you?” David quips, “Just being nosy. If you didn't want to be here, you wouldn't have stayed.”

It seems like he’s getting closer and closer to you the more you speak, and you’re confused as to why you don't mind it, “...’Cause you started talking to me…”

“Ah,” he tuts, putting his cigarette out and taking yours from your fingers, smoking on it since you barely did, “That’s sweet.”

David can feel the innocence radiating from you, getting the balls to ask the question he is dying to know the answer to, “Are you pure?”

Your eyes widen and you clear your throat, deciding to swallow all of the liquor in your cup before replying, “Yes.”

He knew that was going to be your answer, pressing, “So... nothing? Ever? Not even a little…” he quickly motions jerking off, “In the back of some prick’s car when you were sixteen?”

“Um,” you shift in your seat, eyes on his, “No... Just-just kissing. My dad has always threatened us with the sixth and ninth Commandments...they teach specifically against sins of the flesh.”

“Wow,” he scoffs, growing bolder, “Would you break that for me? Let me ruin that for you?”

You inhale sharply as he stares into your eyes, completely inscrutable as he waits for your response, “Um…”

You feel your heart rate speed up as you gaze at his mouth, never quite feeling this way before as you push your thighs together involuntarily. David immediately clocks it, eyes darting to your legs before breaking, “Can I take that as a yes? Not tonight, obviously, but…”

His voice drops, lower in volume, “Just say the word.” He leans in closer to you, your lips almost touching as David tilts his head, waiting for your response, “We can start off slow. I can teach you one thing at a time – God, I want to teach you everything.”

“Yes,” you agree, breathless, “Yes, please. I want it.”

You don't know what’s come over you for this man to challenge your lifelong beliefs after thirty minutes of knowing him, and you certainly don't think it’s from the weed. David kisses you again, tongue easily slipping into your mouth as his hands come to your waist, sliding down gently to feel the shape of your figure in his palms.

This is bordering the most you’ve ever done with a guy, even at twenty-two years old, and he is such a good kisser that you don't notice when one of his hands land at the base of your neck. Your hands run over the width of his shoulders as his teeth tug at your bottom lip, eliciting a whine from the back of your throat.

You’re immediately embarrassed and he feels you flush against his face, leaning out of the kiss and removing his touch. You already feel somehow less whole as he scoots away and wipes at his mouth, reaching towards the coffee table for what you assume is his phone.

David unlocks it, demanding as he passes the device to you, “Give me your number, sugar.”

You type it in along with your name, “Shouldn't I... Um, shouldn't I get yours too?”

He tuts, standing, “I’ll text you, sweetheart. Don't worry about it.”

You stand, too, and David notices the way you mirror him – once you go any further together, he knows you’re going to follow him around like a puppy dog.

Two weeks later, you see him again. You beg Michael to take you to another one of David’s “get-togethers” after you hear nothing but radio silence from him. You think of him every day and every night, an irreparable longing inside of you only he can fix. You feel guilty for it, attempting to pray the hormones away, but they remain: Every day that passes, you want him even more badly.

You have no evidence of your interaction besides the memory of how his hands felt on your skin and what his mouth tasted like; or how easily the pet names he called you had effortlessly rolled off of his tongue, like he had been doing it for an extended amount of time.

You tag along with Michael and Abby this time around, and David sees you walk in with them, halting the conversation he was having with a customer and moving to go speak to you. He waves off your company to ensure he can speak to you without their lingering presence, much to say.

“You’re back,” David states, “I’ve been meaning to get a hold of you, I promise. Just super busy. Downside to dealing is how much time it takes up.” He doesn't wait for your response, walking to the kitchen. You follow him, as he knew you would, and he leans against his granite counters.

“What are you drinking tonight, honey?”

You shrug, beginning to blush at the pet name, “Whatever you want me to.”

“Good answer,” he replies, moving to begin working, “My day job is bartending. Right now, at least, dealing isn't enough to pay all of the bills. I’ll give you what I usually drink.”

David pours you a double whisky, neat, and passes the glass to you. You glance at it and its lack of added ingredients, and he chuckles softly, “Just drink it, baby. Don’t be a pussy.”

He seems all too satisfied when you obey his wishes, arms crossing casually as he watches you take a large gulp. He drinks this?

David stands up straight from his spot against the counter, leaning down and dropping his voice, “Meet me where we were last time. I’ll be up in a few – I’ve gotta go talk to a customer. I want the glass empty when I see you next. Got it?”

You nod, eyes on his before his hand finds the small of your back, generally guiding you through the people to the stairs before he disappears. You go upstairs and locate the room, placing yourself on the couch and scrolling through your phone while forcing yourself to finish your drink as he asked you to. With some valor, you do, chugging it and wishing you had a chaser.

David makes an appearance ten minutes into your wait, apologizing, “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn't think it’d take that long. The kid does not know how to shut up.”

You shrug, unbothered, as he glances at the cup, complimenting you and motioning to it, “Good girl!”

“Baby,” he pauses, fixed gaze on you, “What do you want from me?”

You cock your head, confused, “I... I thought we already talked about this��?”

“We did. You’re taking it the wrong way,” David admires your eagerness to please while remaining truthful, “What do you want from me right now?”

“Oh,” you reply, blush returning to your cheeks as you feel stupid, “Umm...I was hoping you would decide.”

“Okay,” he replies easily, nodding his head, “But in a minute. How often do you drink?”

“Not...Not too much, why? Maybe, like, once every few months? But I never get drunk, if that’s what you’re asking.” David doesn't reply, murmuring an ‘I’ll be right back.’ and leaving the room.

Not even three minutes later, he’s returned with another drink, “Screwdriver. You’ll like this one better. Finish it.”

You do, and he watches as your throat undulates as you swallow, feeling his dick twitch in his pants at the sight. He takes the glass from you and slides it onto the coffee table, scooting closer to you.

“You’re so innocent,” David comments, body heat radiating into your skin, “You don't want to stay that way?”

You shake your head, eyes on the floor, “No. I feel like a child.”

“Mm,” he makes an approving noise, “Look at me.”

You obey him, again, forcing him to continue, “I’ve got you, Y/N. Is that why you came back here?”

“...Yes,” you reply, noticing it's the first time he actually acknowledges your real name.

“Good choice,” David responds, “Let me kiss you.”

He attaches your mouths, and you taste him again: a few beers mixed with his cigarettes. It becomes one with the orange juice and vodka you just ingested, and you feel his hand creep up the tops of your thighs.

You gasp slightly into his mouth before he responds, “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” David keeps his promise, even though part of you wishes he wouldn't.

He moves you so you’re now positioned in his lap, hands respectfully on your waist as the bulge in his shorts brushes ever so slightly against your pussy under your dress. He doesn't acknowledge it and doesn't acknowledge how hard his dick is, mouth remaining on yours.

David kind of feels like a teenager, making out with a virgin at a house party, but he doesn't mind it whatsoever: you’re cute, and you’re giving him the chance to ruin you.

“Can I touch you?” He finds himself asking you mid-kiss, and you sheepishly nod your head. Slowly, taking his time with it, his hand slides up your inner thigh, palming your pussy gently as you involuntarily buck up against his touch, making a soft noise.

“Wow,” he remarks simply into your mouth at your reaction while you blush against his face, your hands on his shoulders. He doesn't do anything else and savors the moment you try to move against him, hating that he feels the need to grab at your hips and get you to stop.

You do, murmuring a quiet ‘Sorry…’ as David slides both of his hands under your loose-fitting dress, grazing the hems of your underwear and stopping at your waist, feeling at the bare skin and curves there.

You’re warm and drunk, now, and as he realizes this, he pulls out of your kisses and sets you back next to him.

“You’re drunk, honey,” David says, moving to light a cigarette, “I knew you would be, but not this quickly.”

“But wait,” you whine, hand on his shoulder, “No. David...I want it.”

He chuckles, leaning back in his seat, “I’m sure you do, sweetheart, but I’m not doing anything with you when I’m sober and you’re not.”

“Ugh,” you groan, “But I want you.” You scoot closer to him and kiss at his neck, trying to leave a mark. Admittedly, though, you don’t know how to.

“How do I leave a hickey on you?” you ask, fingers tracing against the wet spot in the crook of his neck.

“No,” he says simply, politely pushing away your touches, “Maybe next time.”

“If you even text me…” you roll your eyes, visibly pouting.

“Look, baby,” David says, defensive, “I mean this as nicely as possible: A virgin should not be getting upset with me for trying to make their experiences good. Don't be a brat just because you’re needy and have never had it before. The day will come, so: sit down, keep your hands to yourself unless I say otherwise, and smoke a blunt with me. Got it?”

“You’re so hot,” you drunkenly compliment, sinking back into your seat and fiddling with your hands, “Got it.”

“Good,” he replies, putting out his cigarette. You are drunk, and you can barely focus as his hand grabs at your thigh, just above your knee. He tugs you closer before removing his touch, a silent indication of wanting you to scoot next to him.

He quickly rolls it with expertise, “Let’s see if you can smoke it by yourself this time.”

David gently holds the blunt with his thumb and index finger, lighting it and passing it to you. You fail again, lungs and throat rejecting the smoke.

You quietly apologize, sniffling as you pass it back to him.

“It’s okay,” he promises reassuringly, taking a hit and giving it back to you, “Try again.”

You breathe in the smoke slowly, unknowingly taking a large hit. He roots for you, “Hold it, sweetheart. Hold it. Don't cough. Don’t laugh. It’ll make it hurt more. Hold it. Alright, blow it out. You did so good.”

You feel lightheaded as you exhale into the room and pass it back to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He chuckles, arm draping around your shoulders and leaning back into the couch, “I’ll give you a little rest after that one. That was a huge hit. It would probably knock me out. Give it a minute to settle in.”

You close your eyes, feeling your heart in your throat as you feel him continue to smoke. He gets your attention before taking another hit, “Sugar. Look at me.”

You do, and he tips your face upwards, mouth hovering over yours as you get the hint and inhale. David shotguns with you sporadically before he finishes off the blunt, tossing the roach into his ashtray.

“You’re crossed, baby. Crossfaded,” he says casually, arm still around you, “You should go home and ride it out.”

You don't want to, and he can read it on your face, “I’ll get you an Uber and text you when I get off tomorrow. I’ll come pick you up and we can hang, okay? I promise. You’ll be okay.”

You nod slowly before his lips are momentarily on yours, “Okay. Go downstairs. You don't need me to stay with you. I’ll tell Mikey and Abs.”

He does text you when he gets off, and you’re as much surprised that he followed through with it as you are impressed with yourself for actually remembering his promise.

David takes you back to his place; everything he owns seems to smell like weed, and his house is now quiet, as it's just you two. You're startled when David unbuttons his black dress shirt, shrugging it off and tossing it on to his couch as he makes his way to the kitchen. He tugs at the neck of his black t-shirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the couch, giving his dress shirt some company. He’s shirtless, now, slacks sitting on his hips as he opens his fridge.

“Sorry, I’m fucking starving and those clothes are hot as hell. I’ve been working since nine this morning,” David rifles through the contents of his fridge and freezer, unhappy with the selection, “I don't want any of this. Let’s go somewhere.”

“You bartend at nine in the morning?” you ask, leaning nervously against his kitchen counter.

“I know, right?” he scoffs, “All of the alcoholics come in before they have to go to work. It’s the same people every day. It feels like Groundhog Day.”

You follow him as he grabs his dirty clothes and goes upstairs, and you presumably end up in his room: bed made, room spotless.

“I have roommates, but they work more than I do, ‘cause I get the profits from dealing. They’re messy, but I’m not,” he explains nonchalantly, placing his clothes in a hamper as he kicks his shoes off, “Can’t stand anything being strewn everywhere. I don't know why they can’t just pick up after themselves, but I’m also not gonna clean up after them. I lock the door to my room when we throw parties.”

“I’m so sorry, honey,” he says regretfully, “Can I shower? It’ll take me five minutes.”

You shrug, “No worries. Go ahead. Take your time.”

“Sweet,” David rifles through his drawers and grabs shorts and a hoodie, “Give me a few.”

He shuts his bathroom door and you hear the shower turn on. You take this time to glance around his room: work clothes hung neatly on hangers in his closet, shoes organized at the bottom on a shelf, photos of what you assume are his family taped on the borders of the mirror on top of his chest of drawers. You want to snoop, sneakily opening a drawer in his nightstand. It contains condoms, cigarettes, weed, and other items you can't identify. Even his drawers are organized, and you didn't think he would have a clean bone in his body.

At least he’s safe about some things, you guess, shutting the drawers as you hear the water shut off. David emerges shortly afterwards, running his towel through his hair, clad in socks and gym shorts. You try to keep your eyes to yourself as he bends over, grabbing a random shirt from one of his drawers and pulling it on.

“What happened to your back?” you ask, nosy as you think about the visible thin striped scars going down the length and width of his back – too thick and too straight to be stretch marks.

He scoffs as he tugs his shoes on – either well-taken care of or brand-new Vans – admitting, “Girls.”

You make a face, confused, before he clarifies, “Sex. I don’t mind it, though. I know I do a good job.”

He tosses his dirty towel into his hamper, grabbing his keys and shoving them into his pocket. Hoodie draped over his forearm, he steps towards you, “Let’s go, baby.” You look up at him as he tips your head up and leans in, giving you the first kiss of the night. His hand moves from your chin to your waist, pulling your hips closer to his. David feels you get bold and handsy, running your hand down the front of his torso.

He pulls away, hand on the small of your back, “Hands to yourself, remember?”

“S-sorry,” you apologize, removing your hand, “I thought that was because I was drunk.”

“No,” he replies, eyes on yours, “It’s because you’re the virgin here. I’m not going to just fuck you and send you home.”

“I’m controlling the way this goes,” David explains, “I’ll make it good for you. Besides, isn't it so much hotter to go slowly?” His lips are millimeters from yours, eyes hooded as he stares between your lips and eyes.

“Whatever you say,” you respond, blush apparent in your cheeks, “I’m not even sure if I know what's hot.”

“Holy shit,” he breathes, pulling you closer, “You don't even know what you like?”

You shake your head, embarrassed, before David kisses you quickly, stepping away and opening his bedroom door, “This is going to be so much fucking fun.”

You’re not hungry, and it feels awkward watching him eat with no conversation to make. He’s thinking the same thing, but neither of you pay it any mind: you’re both grown, you can handle it for half an hour.

David drives back to his place, no hands on you, and you realize he takes good care of his car, too: it feels brand new. You ask him about it, noting how he takes care of his belongings.

“Thank you,” he responds earnestly, lighting a cigarette, “It’s ingrained in me, I guess. When me and my family moved to America, it was all that my parents asked of me. We didn't have much, so we had to take care of what we did have.”

“You’re not from here?” you genuinely question, “That's cool. When and where did you move from?”

“No, I’m not,” he chuckles softly, “Slovakia. Moved when I was six.”

“I’m a DACA recipient, so, like,” David clears his throat, “If we’re ever at a party and the cops show up and you’re with me, we need to be the first ones outta there. Whoever's hosting will usually tell me. My nightmare is getting deported.”

You nod, going quiet, nothing left to say.

“Nice of you to notice, though,” he continues, tossing his cigarette out of his window and moving his free hand to your thigh, “You’re sweet, honey.”

You blush at the action as he pulls into his driveway, rolling his window up and shutting the car off.

The tension between you returns as you follow him upstairs into his room, him ordering you, “On the bed, baby.”

David's never been one to love hand jobs – not when he could do the same thing by himself a million times better – but the opportunity of being able to teach a girl from scratch how to give one exactly the way he likes it is too good for him to not take.

You both kick your shoes off and climb into it, bed still made as he wastes no time, tugging his shirt off and pulling your face to his and kissing you as he lies down. You keep your hands to yourself as he told you to earlier before he grabs at one of them, placing it in the middle of his chest and slowly running it down his torso. His hand remains over yours, controlling its movements as he pushes your hand over the bulge in his shorts, his hips bucking up slightly.

“Keep it there,” David tells you before kissing you again, removing his hand from yours and grasping at your waist. His hands move slightly lower and he already feels how breathless you are into his kisses. Images of his dick in your hands run through his brain, and he twitches under your touch, dick gradually growing bigger.

You change nothing about your hand placement or pressure as you feel him grow beneath your fingers, his hips moving slightly as he leans out. He moves your face with his fingers, squishing your cheeks up momentarily for you to look towards his dick as he tugs his underwear and shorts down.

You exhale sharply at the sight of his dick, heat coming to your cheeks, before he demands, “Spit on it. Nothing else. Don’t touch. Look at me while you do.”

You scoot yourself further down the bed so you can obey, sucking up the spit you have in your mouth, heart beating out of your chest. His fingers thread through your hair and holds it back as he gently reminds you, sensing your anxiety, “Don’t be so nervous, honey. I’ve got you.”

You nod slightly before you meet his eyes and do as you’re told, his mouth dropping open slightly at the sight of the excess saliva dripping from your lips. You wipe at your mouth as he politely tugs you away, fingertips leaving your hair and moving to grasp his dick.

David side eyes you as he strokes himself slightly, “Can I see you?”

You nod, forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from his movements, mouth wanting to water. His free hand tugs at the hem of your dress and he realizes you’re always wearing dresses – he doesn't question it, writing it off as a weird overtly-Catholic thing and not thinking of it again as you lift it off of you.

He didn't think you’d reach around and unhook your bra, but he doesn't complain, staring at your tits and grabbing at them. David breathes heavily, “Watch my hand.”

You do, lips parted as you watch him work over himself, wanting him in your mouth – even if you have no idea how to do it. He twists his grasp near the base of his dick, moving upwards and running his palm over the head with every stroke.

“Fuck,” he curses, watching you watch him and removing his touch, “You do it. I’ll guide you.”

“Do...do you want me to take my rings off?”

“No,” he replies, “It’ll be okay, honey.”

David eyes the crucifix around your neck as it dangles while you lean forward, his free hand running gently down your spine as you wrap your fingers around him.

“Don’t grab as tight as you think,” he advises as you begin moving your hand, “Oh, fuck. Perfect.”

“Slower,” he tells you, “Oh, God, yes. Look at me.”

He pushes your hair behind your shoulders as you glance up at him, his mouth slightly agape. Your hands are smaller than his and more precise, and he can't believe the best handy he’s ever received is from a God-fearing virgin.

“Faster, sugar. Spit again,” he orders, grunting as you obey him, “Good girl. Just like that.”

His hips fuck up into your hand, “Use your other hand and touch under the head. Quick.”

You do, running your fingertips under where you think he’s talking about, eyes still glued to his.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts, eyes rolling back into his head and throwing his head back against his pillows. David’s hand rests on your back affectionately as he looks up at the ceiling, getting closer.

“Oh, baby, I’m close,” he doesn't know why he’s never told a girl what he likes when getting jerked off, because this is the first time he’s actually enjoyed it.

David decides to just cum all over your hands, eyes rolling back again and grunting as he orgasms. You switch between watching his face twist up as he gasps, breathing heavily, and watching the way his dick pulses as he cums over your fingers and his hips jerk up. He cums on his stomach slightly, his eyes closed as you assume he’s now spent.

“Give me a second,” he excuses breathlessly, “Oh, fuck. I’ve never cum that hard from a handy. I don't even think with myself.”

He opens his eyes, sitting up, “You have two choices. You can either clean up the mess on your hands with a washcloth, or you can lick it up, or both. It’s your call.”

You stare at him for a moment, unresponsive, “Um. No... Can you pick for me? Please?”

David laughs softly, tugging his shorts up and deciding to not make you nasty yet, “Go wash your hands, honey. Washcloths are in the cabinet by the shower. Quickly – you don't want that to dry on you, I promise.”

You nod, getting off of the bed and making your way to his bathroom. It’s as clean and organized as his bedroom is, and you wash and dry your hands, grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet he indicated. There are more condoms – how many does he need? – but you don’t focus on it, drying your hands and running the fabric under warm water. You bring it to him and gently wipe away the cum on his stomach without his asking; David is blown away and flattered as to how much you so obviously want to earn his praise.

You make sure to toss it in his hamper before sliding back onto his bed, not entirely sure what to do next.

“Lie down, baby,” he tells you, arm wrapping around you and tugging you into his chest, “You did so good.”

You’re silent for a few moments, before you break, “Do you have a big dick?”

That genuinely makes him laugh, “I have heard that it’s big...and very hard to take. Just a warning.”

“Take?” you question, looking up at him confusedly.

“There have been a lot of times where it doesn't fit.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Good luck, sweetheart, but I won't hurt you.”

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