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corazondebeskar-reads · 10 months ago

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Jana, the scream I scrumpt when I saw this notification had NOTHING on when I read the last three paragraphs oh my GOd

OH MY GOD. klajdg;ka;rgljklj;l

I say this all the time but if you haven't read this series yet STOP do NOT pass go - go straight to chapter one and start there. do not spoil this for yourself. savor it. spoilers under the cut

He’s said that he doesn’t want to leave, and you believe him, but you’d be lying to yourself if there wasn’t a part of you that’s terrified that this trip is the last time that you’ll see him.

the anxiety now that you've planted this idea, oh my god

You’ll deal with that when you get there. Right now, for a few more days, he’s yours.

screaming crying throwing up

No matter what happens, this is the version of him that you want to carry around in your memories forever.

STOP. I'M SO SAD. this is too real. being haunted by the ghosts of the future. AHHHHH

“You look at me when I speak to you” he chastises you, his voice still nothing more than a smooth whisper. “S-sorry, sir.”

this started to melt my brain, and then you fuckin' hit me with this:

“We’ll skip the ‘sir’ tonight,” he decides, a look that you can’t place flashing over his features.

WHAT

“Please, s- Dave,” you whine, his name feeling weird on your tongue in this setting, but you like it. It’s intimate, less like a game, more… real. Like he’s actually yours. His eyes darken when you say his name, a possessiveness in his gaze when he looks at you. Like he feels it too.

everything is so hot, and he's still so dominant, but now it HURTS, and I have FEELNIGSf

[copy paste the whole smut scene here]

dead. i've died. i am a puddle on the floor

but let's talk about the ending because ADKJFAKJGKJAKJG

just kidding, I literally don't have words, just incoherent screeching.

i love them. i love you. you'll be hearing from my lawyers 🖤

i’d beg you on my knees (to stay)

series masterlist • this is part V

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

word count: ~5.1k

summary: Dave opens up to you (somewhat). You have a good day and an even better evening. You just wish that you didn’t have so many feelings.

warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), angst, feelings, fluff (kinda), smoking, alcohol consumption, infidelity (Dave is cheating on his wife), reader is described as smaller than Dave and he’s able to pull her hair, dom!Dave, sub!reader, hints of a sir kink and a degradation kink, fingering, unprotected p in v (it’s never stated in the fic but i headcanon that reader is on birth control), dirty talk, Dave is a menace, praise kink, one (1) ass slap, idiots in love, please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: dedicated to @maximoff-forevermore, who constantly showered this fic with love. ella, working out the plot for chapter 3 with your help was one of the best writing experiences i’ve ever had. this one was a bitch to write and i would have loved to talk it through with you again. i miss you baby.

shoutout to @amanitacowboy, who, when i shared my notes that said “cigarettes?”, responded with “cigarettes!”, so now there are cigarettes.

dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

find my full masterlist here and follow @janaispunknotifs for fic updates <3

“No, I don’t want to leave.”

You release a breath that you didn’t realize you’ve been holding. “But, what’s going on? You can talk to me. Please, I want to h-“

He cuts you off sharply. “Don’t say that you want to help me. That’s not- you can’t-“

His voice cracks and he rolls onto his back, his hands rubbing over his face. You don’t think that you have ever seen him this vulnerable.

“But I do,” you insist. “Just tell me. You can trust me, I promise.”

He heaves a sigh, his eyes finding yours in the semi-darkness. You cautiously let your hand wander across his chest, trying to soothe him, but half expecting that he’ll push it away. Instead, his fingers wrap tightly around yours, pressing your palm down onto his skin, holding onto you.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s not- it’s not about that.” You can see the conflicting emotions run across his face, like he’s debating what to say, until he finally sighs again.

“There are things that I can’t tell you. Not because I don’t trust you, but because it’s not safe. Do you understand that?” You nod your head quickly and he gives you a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Okay. I don’t know how to explain this, but what I do, it’s- it’s dangerous. People that I know could get hurt, people that I…” he inhales sharply, “people that I care about. And last night in my dream, something happened to my daughters, and- and to you.”

He stumbles over his words, talking fast like he’s trying to get it all out as quickly as possible, his voice trembling, and you can’t help the way your heart breaks for him.

“Dave…” you whisper, your hands flying up to his face to comfort him, but he shakes his head and you bite your lip, falling silent again.

“I’m not good for you. I never should’ve taken you here, shit, I never should’ve taken you up to my room that night, back when… Something could happen to you and it would be my fault.”

The rational part of your brain tells you that this is the part where you should get scared, where you should start questioning your relationship with him for your own good. You believe every word that he says, you’ve felt the danger that’s surrounding him all along, even if he’s never admitted it this openly before. But instead, all you want to do is comfort him, wrap him in your arms until that pained look on his face and the shaking in his hands disappear. You want to tell him that you’ll make sure of it, that you’ll keep him safe, no matter how ridiculous that sounds.

You sit up and face him, noticing how his gaze follows you like he’s expecting you to get up and leave.

“Nothing’s gonna happen,” you whisper, looking straight into his eyes, trying to make him believe in your words. “Not to the girls, not to me. And not to you.”

He cups your face, his thumb smoothing over your cheek, as he looks at you, his expression tainted with sadness. “You don’t know that, sweetheart.” You cover his hand with yours, melting into the touch that you had been craving all day.

“But I know you. You don’t make mistakes. I trust you.”

You bend down to kiss him, swallowing your insecurities, praying that he’s done with shutting you out, praying that he’ll let you. You feel him hesitate for a brief moment before he tilts his head up to meet your mouth, his hand traveling from your cheek to your neck, holding you there as your lips softly move against the other's.

It feels like finding a piece of yourself that you didn’t know you’ve been missing, like things are finally sliding back into place the way they’re supposed to.

When you finally part from each other, a small smile is playing around his mouth like he can’t stop himself, his hand still on your neck and tangled in your hair, but not in the demanding way that you’re used to, but in a way that feels safe, like he’ll hold you close and not let you go.

You smile back at him and let your body sink down until you’re resting on his chest the way you have during the last few nights, until you can hear his heartbeat in your ear and feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“Let’s just sleep, okay? We’ll figure it out. Let’s not…” You force your voice to remain steady. “…let’s not waste this time here.” He’s said that he doesn’t want to leave, and you believe him, but you’d be lying to yourself if there wasn’t a part of you that’s terrified that this trip is the last time that you’ll see him.

You feel Dave nod and press a kiss against your forehead and you can’t help the warmth that’s spreading through you. Maybe, just maybe, things will actually work out somehow. You haven’t addressed what you are to each other and you still can’t bring yourself to ask, but you like to think that he wouldn’t act like this if you didn’t mean something to him.

When you wake up the next morning, Dave is still asleep beside you. You study his handsome face, looking more peaceful and younger when he’s sleeping. It’s moments like these when you realize how tense he is most of the time, how often he clenches his jaw, how hard the look in his eyes gets.

You replay your conversation from last night in your head and despite the fact that you’re aware of how you should know better, you still don’t feel scared. At least not for yourself, not in the sense that you want to leave, to run away from him and the danger that he says comes with being close to him.

You’re… worried. About him. You had known that there was something dark about him, something that he could never fully shake off, no matter how hard you tried to help him, to let him release some of it. And no matter what he says, you know that you’re gonna keep on trying as long as he lets you.

You reach your hand out to touch his face, to glide your fingers softly over his jaw and the slight stubble there, tracing up his cheek until you reach his hair, disheveled from sleeping. You smile to yourself as you run your hand through it, lightly scratching his scalp and a low groan travels up his throat, his eyes blinking open slowly.

You had told yourself that things were good between the two of you again, but there’s a second of uncertainty in your head before his eyes find you and for a short moment you’re afraid that he might push you away again. A glimpse of tension flashes across his face as well, but when he takes in your smile and your hand in his hair, the corners of his mouth slowly turn upwards too.

“Hi,” you whisper, feeling like you might break the moment like bursting a bubble if you speak too loudly.

“Hey,” he answers, keeping his voice just as low. “Everything okay?”

You know what he means to ask but is probably scared to specify.

“Yes. Everything’s good,” you assure him, shifting your body to get closer to him until your head is resting on his chest once more. He starts drawing shapes on your arm and shoulder with his fingers, humming when goosebumps start to rise on your skin. You’re both quiet for a moment.

“You’re not… hurt?” he presses after a minute, with a hint of pain in his own voice. “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t take proper care of you yesterday. I’m sorry.” He exhales shakily and you gaze up at him, looking straight into his eyes, trying to convey your sincerity.

“It’s okay, I promise. I’m fine.”

He still looks unhappy, but nods eventually, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and pulling you into a hug.

You shower together, the warm water raining down on the both of you. Against your expectation, and while his hands are all over your body, working shampoo into your hair and soap onto your skin, his touch never becomes sensual. You would have let him, you think, but it seems like he wants to make up for his lack of aftercare last night, taking care of you in this way now.

You enjoy it, being so close to him, a form of intimacy that you’ve rarely experienced with him before, if at all. It’s easy to let yourself fall into it, to let yourself imagine how it would be to always have him like this. His guard down, a touch of vulnerability still hanging in the air. You know that the last night has changed things between you, that you won’t be able to go back to pretending that there is nothing more than sex between you.

With this in mind, you almost get sad about the fact that you’re on borrowed time, that you’ll fly back home in a few days and that there’s no way that he’ll abandon his family to be with you. You don’t know if he even wants that. He’ll go back to his life and you’ll go back to yours and maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll be able to convince him to keep meeting with you. Just for fun. No matter what he said last night, realistically, that is how it’s gonna go.

You sigh and lean back against him, relishing in the hot water and his hands on your skin. You’ll deal with that when you get there. Right now, for a few more days, he’s yours.

After staying put all day yesterday, you decide to go exploring the area today. The receptionist recommends a hiking trail that leads you up one of the smaller mountains that surround the hotel.

The hike is beautiful, the air a little cooler underneath the treetops and the sunlight falling through the trees creates small patterns of light on the ground. The higher you get, the more you get to overlook the rich tones of green of the surrounding forest and the small bays where the mountains give way to the sea.

You’ve never traveled much before and definitely not to a place like this. Your eyes are wide as you take in the scenery around you and you’re beaming every time you look at Dave. He’s gorgeous, a thin layer of sweat covering his face and his bare arms that you could stare at for hours, and the smile that he gives you every time your eyes meet could make you melt.

You keep things light, chatting with him like you’ve gotten used to in the past few days, excitedly pointing out whenever a new part of your surroundings catches your interest. It’s so easy to be with him like this. You don’t want it to end.

When you reach the mountaintop, you throw your arms around him and eagerly press your lips against his. His surprised huff makes you smile into the kiss.

“Thank you for taking me here,” you whisper against his mouth when you finally break the kiss. You take in the clear blue sky, the soft breeze that’s playing in your hair, now that you’re higher up and out of the trees, and the sound of the rolling waves deep below you that you can still make out. It almost feels too perfect to be true.

Dave shakes his head, as if to remind you that you don’t have to thank him, that you deserve it, like he’s already told you countless times. He’s looking around too, but his gaze keeps drifting back to your face, his smile deepening when you look back at him. He looks so beautiful like this, you think, the lines around his eyes deepening and his expression at ease.

No matter what happens, this is the version of him that you want to carry around in your memories forever.

He takes you out to dinner again this evening, insisting that you deserve the whole experience and ordering another meal that you can barely pronounce but that is one of the most delicious things that you’ve ever tasted. You’re gonna miss this place when you’re back home and cooking pasta in your tiny kitchen, you know that much.

You think back to your first evening here, a memory that feels like it happened a lifetime ago. His hands on your skin, his dirty words in your ear. The rush that you felt when he pushed your limits. Things between you were less intense then, you think, almost solely based on the physical parts of your relationship.

You had a crush on him, yes, but looking back, you don’t think that you knew him, not really. You’re not sure if he wanted this to happen, but he opened up to you during the past days, letting you in in a way that he didn’t before.

When you’re entering your suite again, you almost expect him to pounce on you the way he did every evening before. Instead, he leads you out to the balcony, pulls out a chair for you and brings another bottle of wine from the minibar.

That’s how you end up on the chair where you had your breakfast two days ago, when things still felt much… easier. You’re sharing the wine, drinking straight from the bottle and trading it back and forth between you, your feet are resting in Dave’s lap and he pulled out a packet of cigarettes five minutes ago, causing you to burst out laughing.

“What’s this? You of all people smoke?”

He rolled his eyes at you and wordlessly offered you a cigarette, which you eagerly accepted. You don’t smoke regularly (and neither does Dave, as he’s quick to let you know, only to take the edge off sometimes), but in this situation, it feels nice. Now you’re both blowing smoke out into the air and watching as the sun slowly sinks beneath the sea’s surface, painting the sky and its reflection on the water orange.

You’re both tipsy, you feel like you’re giggling uncontrollably and Dave’s deep laughter comes much more easily as well. It’s nice, having your energies match like this and for the millionth time, you think that you could get used to being with him like this. Carefree, unhurried, just spending time together.

Eventually, he gently puts your feet back on the ground and stands up, gathering your hands in his and pulling you up as well. You stumble into him, another giggle on your lips. His arms encircle you and his broad hands splay over your back, pressing you against his body. His lips find yours, moving against your mouth with heated urgency.

You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling into the short hair at his neck and trying to pull him closer. His hands move to your hips, bunching up the fabric of your dress as he’s pawing at your body, his lips still moving against yours. You move back inside, still wrapped up in each other, tripping over each other's feet and laughing into the kiss.

A feeling of warmth is spreading from your chest through your whole body, mixing with the familiar feeling of need that always rises up in you when he touches you like this. It grows and intensifies until you feel like you’re ablaze with longing for him, like you can’t possibly get close enough to him, like you want him just like this, right here, for forever.

“Dave…” you whine, one hand still desperately pulling at his hair while the other is moving down his torso until your fingers slip under his shirt and you’re met with the exhilarating feeling of his bare skin under your fingertips.

He groans as you slowly scratch your nails over his abdomen, feeling his muscles twitch at the sensation and his grip on your body becomes more demanding, maneuvering you until the back of your knees hits the bed. Dave pushes you down and follows you, caging you in with his arms propped up on either side of you. He’s still kissing you, his tongue licking into your mouth and eliciting soft moans from your throat as he starts toying with your nipple with one hand, flicking against the quickly hardening nub through the thin fabric of your dress.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, pulling back a little and taking in your appearance, your flushed face and your swollen lips and the arousal that you know must be burning in your eyes. His intense gaze makes you feel shy and you tilt your face away from him a little, but he tuts at you, grabbing your chin and turning your head until you’re looking straight at him again.

“You look at me when I speak to you” he chastises you, his voice still nothing more than a smooth whisper.

“S-sorry, sir.”

The short display of dominance is enough for you to reach a new level of neediness for him and you’re acutely aware of the already obscene amount of wetness that’s gathering between your thighs.

A frown flies across his face and he seems lost in thought for a second.

“We’ll skip the ‘sir’ tonight,” he decides, a look that you can’t place flashing over his features.

You’re surprised, but not in a bad way. Warmth is spreading through you once more as you nod and raise your head to capture his lips again. His tongue is ravishing your mouth and his hands become more demanding, pushing your dress up until the fabric is pooling around your belly and your lacy underwear is revealed to him.

He sits back on his haunches and his hips force your legs apart, his fingers pressing into your thighs and you know that you can see how soaked you already are, how your panties are wet and sticking to your folds. He inhales sharply as his fingers inch closer to where you want them the most and his gaze is trained intently on your aching cunt.

He teasingly runs one finger over the fabric, giving your clit the lightest bit of pressure and your hips buck under his touch, desperately seeking out more contact.

“Always so responsive…” he murmurs, a smirk on his face, “and so goddamn needy.”

“Please, s- Dave,” you whine, his name feeling weird on your tongue in this setting, but you like it. It’s intimate, less like a game, more… real. Like he’s actually yours.

His eyes darken when you say his name, a possessiveness in his gaze when he looks at you. Like he feels it too.

“Please, what?”

He raises an eyebrow, his finger still rubbing over your panties while his other hand is planted on your hips, holding you down.

“Please touch me,” you whimper, squirming under him. He purses his lips, clearly mocking you.

“But I am touching you.”

“M-more, please.”

You’re already breathless, your mind overtaken with need for him. You reach your hands out, trying to pull him closer, to press his fingers against you, to give you anything. He leans forward again, propping himself up so that his face is hovering over yours.

“You want my fingers?” he rasps. You nod, another whine stuck in your throat. “Beg me. Say my name again.”

“Please, Dave. I need your fingers inside of me, please please please.” Your voice comes out shaky and too high, but you don’t care how pathetic you sound anymore, you just need him.

“Good girl,” he growls. Then his mouth is back on yours with a bruising kiss and he shoves your panties to the side, plunging two thick fingers into your tight heat without preamble. You gasp out something between a wail and a moan at the sudden stretch and he chuckles darkly.

He starts pumping his fingers into you, pulling back so that he can look at your face. More moans are falling from your lips, your back arching at the pleasure of his touch. You manage a breathless thank you and get rewarded with his mouth on your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin there while his fingers slow down and he starts curling them instead, hitting your g-spot again and again while his thumb swipes over your clit. You feel close to coming already, your nails helplessly digging into his shoulders as heat spreads through you, the pressure in your lower tummy pulling tighter and tighter.

“Can I- please, can I come, Dave?” you plead, not sure if you could hold it back if he says no.

“Yeah baby, you can come as many times as you want,” he breathes against your neck. “Looking so beautiful like this, you’re so good.”

The praise is what pushes you over the edge. You’re clinging to him as your walls contract around his fingers and your back arches higher. He gently works you through your orgasm, his fingers moving inside you until you squirm away from the overstimulation and he pulls them out.

You watch with hooded eyes as he brings them up to his mouth and starts sucking them clean, a low moan rising in his throat at your taste. You reach for them almost subconsciously and he chuckles.

“You want a taste?”

You nod quickly and start licking eagerly when he presents them to you, humming at the familiar tang of you and the thought that you’re also cleaning his saliva from his fingers right now.

“Good girl,” he coos again. His pupils are blown wide and you see the hunger in his eyes that you’re used to, but none of the usual cold and darkness.

Before you can linger on the thought, he works on pulling your dress over your head, leaving you bare underneath him except for your panties. He rarely lets you undress him, likes to play with the power imbalance of having you naked in front of him while he’s still fully dressed, but tonight, you feel like things are different.

You push yourself up into a sitting position and cautiously reach your fingers out towards the buttons of his shirt, looking at him with the silent question in your eyes. He gives you a nod and a soft smile and you almost melt into the mattress. You love when he’s rough with you, but this gentleness tugs at your heartstrings in a way that you’ve never experienced before.

You work the buttons open slowly, revealing the expanse of his chest, more tanned now after days in the sun. Your mouth waters at the sight of him and you lean forward to press your lips against his skin, inhaling his scent mixed with the lingering cigarette smoke and sighing softly.

“I-“ you begin saying, before your brain catches up with your mouth and you snap it shut quickly. You’ve never even allowed yourself to think those words when it comes to him, and now you’ve almost said them out loud. You feel heat rising in your cheeks and bury your face in the warm skin between his neck and his shoulder. You don’t love him. You don’t. You can’t. You’re just emotional because this situation right now is so different to what you’re used to. You don’t love him.

You take a deep breath and look up at him. “You’re beautiful,” you say instead, and you mean it. If he noticed your almost slip up, he doesn’t let it show. He shakes his head and laughs, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest.

“That’s you, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your hair. You lean into him for a few moments, trying to get your emotions back on track.

Then you keep unbuttoning his shirt, letting him help you to pull it off his shoulders and watching as he flings it into a corner of the room. Your hands roam over his shoulders, taking in his broadness, the silent strength that you know he possesses. You don’t think that you’ll ever get tired of just looking at him, but your fingers skim over the bulge in his pants and your body is screaming at you for more.

You watch him undo his belt and pants and impatiently slide your hand under his waistband, eager to feel the silken skin of his cock under your fingers. He inhales sharply when you wrap your hand around him, mesmerized by his hardness that you can’t wait to feel inside of you.

“Take these off? Please?” you ask, motioning to his pants and he gets up quickly, not even scolding you for your boldness but ridding himself of his clothes in a swift motion. You drink him in hungrily, his narrow hips and his hard cock that’s already leaking precum and has your mouth watering once more. You lick your lips absentmindedly as you shimmy out of your panties, leaving yourself just as bare as he is.

His eyes are trained on you as he walks around the bed and lies down, reaching for your hips and pulling you on top of him with a low “come here, baby”. You situate yourself, your thighs on either side of him, your hands on his chest, holding yourself upright. His cock nudges at your pussy and you experimentally shift your hips a little, feeling him glide through your wet folds and rubbing at your clit, making you gasp.

Dave’s hold on your hips tightens at your movement and he clenches his jaw. You lift yourself up a little, reaching down between you to position him at your entrance. It feels almost wrong to be in control like this and you glance up at him, suddenly unsure of yourself.

“Can I…?” you ask, biting your lip. The need to feel him inside of you is suddenly overwhelming.

“Yeah,” he answers, looking like the same need is taking over him right now, “make yourself feel good, sweetheart.”

You sink down on him, pure bliss coursing through your veins as his cock fills you up and stretches your walls. You’re a little sore from his rough treatment during the previous days, but the dull hint of pain only fuels your arousal. You open your mouth to a loud moan, all of your senses on fire, and start to slowly grind down on him. Your legs are trembling from the overwhelming pleasure of feeling him inside you.

“Good girl,” he coos, reaching up to cup your cheek. “Look at me, come on.” He slips his thumb into your mouth and you greedily suck on the digit into your mouth. You obey without even thinking about it, keeping your eyes trained on his face as you start riding him faster, more moans escaping your mouth around his thumb.

Dave groans at your movement, the hand that’s not on your face digging into your hip in an almost painful way. You love that you have this effect on him and grind down harder, ignoring the way that your thighs are starting to burn. The drag of his cock inside of you feels like heaven.

“Fuck,” he moans, his fingers moving from your cheek into your hair. “You take me so well, looking so good like this. My good girl.”

His hips buck up into you, his cock nudging at your cervix and you fall forward, muffling a scream into his shoulder. His hands travel up your body and he holds you steady, thrusting into you. The change in angle lets him hit a different spot inside of you and you whimper against his neck, feeling like your limbs are turning to jelly.

He lands a single slap on your ass, not nearly as biting as you know he’s able to, but enough to make you break down on top of him as your second orgasm of the night hits you unexpectedly. It has you moaning out his name as you tremble, clawing at his shoulders while he presses you against his chest, his thrusts not relenting until your high subsides and leaves you shaking against him.

He gently slips out of you and rolls you both over, cradling your face in his hands and pressing his lips against yours. You smile into the kiss as you snuggle into his touch, still arching your body against him and holding him close. You still want more, want him to give you everything, to never let this end.

His fingers trail down, toying with your nipples, his touch so light that it has you squirming again in no time.

“Please,” you whimper, tugging at his hair, “more, Dave, please.”

You hear him groan under his breath when you say his name again. “Still feeling needy, sweetheart?” he asks, his hands on your tits turning rougher. You nod quickly, gasping when he pinches your nipples unexpectedly and another wave of arousal floods you.

He props himself up on his elbows and thrusts back into your dripping wet pussy with ease, knocking the air out of your lungs once more. His movements are fast and deep, filling you up again and again until his name is the only thing on your mind and on your tongue.

“Touch yourself,” he demands, pressing his sweat slicked forehead against yours, “give me one more, come on.”

You reach down before he even finishes speaking, rubbing at your swollen clit in quick circles. You can tell that he’s close from his erratic thrusts and the way he pants into your ear, and you want to give him everything that he asks for.

“Come on, be a good girl and give it to me,” he grits out, giving you a particular hard thrust. It hits deep inside of you and you feel your eyes rolling back into your head as you scream out his name and shatter around him.

Pure bliss is pulsing through you as his hips come to a stuttering halt and paint your insides with his cum, his own groan of your name echoing in your ear before he collapses on top of you.

His skin is flushed, hot under your fingertips as you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, breathing him in and kissing his neck. The urge to say those words grabs a hold of you once more, but you swallow them down, keeping silent and gently rubbing over his skin.

When Dave gets up, he gives you the most attentive aftercare that you’ve ever received from him. He cleans you up, runs you a bath, gets you something to eat and to drink, never leaves your side and wraps you up in your blanket when you’re finally back in bed. You protest at first, trying to convince him that it’s not necessary, that this was probably the softest he’s ever been with you, but he won’t hear it. You eventually realize that it’s his way of making up for the night before, so you let him, soaking up the care that you did miss 24 hours ago, letting him mend this connection between you.

When the lights are out, you curl into his chest again, the way you’ve gotten used to. His arm wraps around you and more kisses are placed on your forehead. You talk a bit before you fall asleep, your quiet voices filling the darkness of the room. Eventually, the conversation dies down and you close your eyes, ready to let sleep take you.

“I’ll get out,” he suddenly says, his tense voice ringing through the bedroom.

Your eyes fly back open, your head tilting up, trying to make out his face.

“Of my job,” he answers your silent question. “I can’t do it anymore, it’s not- it’s not worth it. Hasn’t been worth it for quite some time, really. I’ll get out.”

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