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yeah-klave · 4 years ago

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The Sexual Awakening of David Joseph Katz - Chapter 8

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Series summary: A multi-chapter journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening.

Chapter summary: Dave tries something new.

Genre: Developing relationship, smut. (18+ only, please)

A/N: This is set in a nothing-too-bad-happens modern AU. The characters are all in their early twenties (I’m picturing adult!actor versions of them and Dave as a (younger) Cody Ray Thompson). The siblings are all still living at home, relatively happily, and Dave, Lila, Sissy and Carl are friends who hang out with them at the Academy.

Word length: 5.2k

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of The Umbrella Academy characters or settings.

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It was the weekend. Klaus and Dave had spent the day hanging out with Diego, Ben and Luther.

They’d driven out of the city to a hiking trail and explored for a bit, then set themselves up on a rickety jetty to do some fishing in a nearby lake.

Ben had rolled his eyes at Diego and Luther’s competitive sniping, but all three had ended up blaming Klaus for scaring away all the fish after he got board of sitting quietly and decided to dip his toes in the water and attempt to splash the serious look of concentration off Dave’s face. He succeeded.

Nobody ended up catching any fish.

In the afternoon, they returned to the Academy to chill and – at Dave’s insistence – have a Star Wars movie marathon.

At one point, Five wandered through the living room. He paused to roll his eyes fondly at the slouching heap of limbs they had become, before heading off in the direction of the bar. They heard clinking, them a few moments later he wandered back out, distractedly muttering something about quantum mechanics and clutching a Margarita topped with a little blue cocktail umbrella.

At some point during the second movie, Ben extracted himself and wandered off to a quiet nook to do a little reading and, shortly afterwards, Luther left to go pick up Allison from the mall, where she’d been shopping with some girlfriends.

Bored again from too much sitting, Klaus had come up with a game that involved passing random objects between them without letting them touch the floor, using only their feet.

With the movie still playing in the background, they’d been passing Dave’s balled-up hoodie between them for a solid twenty minutes when Diego’s phone pinged and he missed the pass from Klaus, letting the hoodie fall to the floor.

“Dude!” Klaus exclaimed, hands raised.

Diego shrugged and checked his phone.

“It’s Lila inviting me over,” he said. “Her roommate’s out of town.”

“Booty call,” Klaus grinned, winking at Diego and conspiratorially nudging Dave with his elbow. “Sounds like you’re in there, bro.”

Diego grimaced back. “More like, she’s bored of being on her own without anyone to tease, so she’s calling sparring partners to her.”

“If that really was the case,” Dave said, “and all she wanted was an argument, she’d just text Carl.”

“Ha! True!” Klaus barked a laugh. “He’d definitely take the bait. He’s been in such a pissy mood recently.” Klaus made a lewd gesture, “I don’t think he’s getting any from Sissy.”

“I don’t think you can blame Sissy for Carl’s foul mood,” Dave added sagely.

“Definitely not!” Klaus said, “it’s not her fault her boyfriend’s a prick.”

“To be fair,” Diego cut in, “she’s been pretty busy recently with that volunteering group she and Vanya signed up for. You know, the one with the music therapy for autistic kids.”

Klaus and Dave shared a glance and Dave had to duck his head quickly to hide his smile.

“Yeah,” Klaus said slowly, “Sissy and Vanya have been busy with the… volunteering. Recently, in particular, they’ve both got very… busy. Together.”

Engrossed in his phone, Diego didn’t notice the knowing grin that passed between Klaus and Dave.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go,” Diego mused, “maybe it gives her too much power. Coming when she calls, I mean. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.”

“Don’t you mean get the right idea?” Klaus smirked.

“Shut up,” Diego scowled, “I’m not her lap dog.”

Klaus caught Dave’s gaze and rolled his eyes. “Honestly, these Straights,” he said with a mock exasperated sigh, “they have such complicated relationships.” He turned to Diego and levelled him a challenging look. “Seriously, brother mine, you need to let that girl peg the toxic masculinity right out of you. You might have a clearer perspective on the whole thing after you’ve let her fuck you ‘till your true bratty bottom personality starts showing. I bet you’d find it quite liberating to let her watch you shake apart while your ankles are in the air and your knees are up by your ears.”

Diego let out a strangled choking sound.

“But if you’re too much of a sissy to let a woman top you,” Klaus added, “I’d highly recommend levelling up and finding a nice guy to fuck you instead. Tits are nice and all that – but you just can’t beat a big, hard dick. So go find yourself one of them. Just not the one attached to him,” Klaus winked at Dave, “because that one’s spoken for.”

Dave grinned fondly, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t even know where to start with that,” Diego said with a grimace.

“Well,” Dave said evenly, “personally, I’d recommend starting with a bit of dry humping. Then, when you finally get your hands around it, you can start working it properly. Maybe fondle the balls a bit.”

“Dave!” Diego said shocked. “That’s… you… don’t say things like that.” He looked between Klaus and Dave, scandalised. “He’s having a bad effect on you, Dave.”

“He’s had an effect alright,” Dave said, catching Klaus’ eye, “a big, prominent, pointed effect.”

“Seriously, dude,” Diego grimaced, “I don’t want to hear this.”

“Oh, quit whining,” Klaus chuckled. “We all know you ship us hard.”

“So hard,” Dave added.

“So, very, very hard.” Klaus giggled. “As hard as we make each other.”

“Oh, dear god!” Diego cringed, covering his ears with his hands. “Mental images! Forcing their way into my brain. Cannot un-think!”

Klaus and Dave both laughed.

“Well, on that note, I’m off.” Diego patted himself down checking for his keys and started towards the door. “I’d rather be at Lila’s beck and call than listen to anymore of this. You reprobates stay safe now. And for God’s sake, don’t cum on anything, please!”

“Don’t worry,” Klaus called after him. “We swallow.”

“La-la-la! NOT LISTENING!” Diego called back, hands over his ears again as he left, the front door to the Academy clicking shut behind him.

Klaus caught Dave’s eye and Dave raised an eyebrow and asked simply, “So, shall we?”

And Klaus barked a laugh. “Hell, yes!” he said, pulling Dave to his feet.

They ran upstairs and stumbled down the corridor to Klaus’ room, laughing and kissing and fumbling, hands pulling off clothes and blindly knocking into furniture in their haste.

“Diego’s really going to appreciate the trail of discarded clothing leading to your room,” Dave smiled, glancing over Klaus’ shoulder.

“Don’t care,” Klaus breathed, his lips pressing kisses along Dave’s jaw. “To be honest, Grace will probably pick it all up before he sees anyway.” Dave’s eyes widened in panic, but Klaus took the lobe of Dave’s ear into his mouth and sucked, and Dave’s mind blanked. He shivered and Klaus grinned, grazing his teeth along the flesh.

The door to Klaus’ room was barely shut behind them before Klaus was sinking to his knees in front of Dave, hands scrambling to unbuckle his pants.

Dave rested his head back against the door and allowed Klaus to pull his pants and boxers down, but before Dave had chance to step out of them, Klaus was leaning forwards eagerly and taking Dave into his mouth.

Dave groaned, long and low, both his hands going to Klaus’ head, fingers carding through the unruly curls, fingernails raking slowly and seductively along the scalp. He then tugged gently, in just the way he knew Klaus loved and Klaus hummed in delight. The vibrations sent a wave of pleasure through Dave and he sighed out Klaus’ name. Klaus hummed again, then started sucking and bobbing his head in earnest, his hands steadying Dave’s hips.

Dave closed his eyes and let the feelings overtake him. Klaus was setting a delicious rhythm, with just the right level of suction. His mouth was hot and wet and perfect. Dave could feel Klaus breathe out as he relaxed his throat and took Dave down deeper.

“Oh, Klaus…” Dave moaned, gently tugging on his hair again. “That’s so good.”

Klaus hummed again and, fighting the impulse to gag, took him down ever further.

“Oh, yes!” Dave sighed. “Oh Klaus, your mouth feels so good.” His brain fuzzy, the praises spilled off his lips, “Yes, oh you’re so good at that. It feels amazing. You feel amazing. You’re amazing.” Dave could feel the pressure building, the knot tightening. Klaus kept bobbing and sucking. “Oh yes, there, like that. Klaus! Oh yes, yes.”

Dave twitched his hips slightly and Klaus gave an almost imperceptible nod and squeezed his fingers, signalling that Dave could thrust forwards. Dave let out a strangled little sound and – ever so gently – started fucking Klaus’ mouth. Klaus moaned, his pupil’s blown and his chin wet.

Dave let out a low grunt and concentrated on the feeling of the tiny thrusts of his hips – the raw, decadent pleasure of pushing his cock into his partner’s willing mouth. The slightly strangled moans coming from Klaus were needy and wanton and desperate. The act felt so… base. So… primal. To Dave, it felt… unimaginably good.

Dave savoured the feeling, storing it away to be examined and replayed at another time, another place.

Klaus squeezed Dave’s hips again and then took him all the way down into his throat, swallowed, then hummed. And Dave felt the vibrations rumble through him in a heady wave. His fingers twitched and his hips bucked involuntarily.

Klaus chocked. Just a little. “Sorry, sorry,” Dave said, contrite. He only felt slightly guilty for the sudden rush that had surged through him at the sight and sound of Klaus choking on his cock.

Klaus hummed in response, picking up the pace of his bobbing, cheeks hollowed and his tongue working the underside. His thumb ran soothingly over Dave’s hipbone and even in his state of fuggy pleasure, Dave knew it was a sign of reassurance.

Half out of his mind with pleasure, Dave looked down and took in the sight of Klaus; cheeks hollowed, his lips stretched wide around Dave’s cock, the gentle sway of his wild curls as he bobbed his head. His eyelashes were dark fans over eyelids heavy from desire. Dave felt a proprietary surge of pleasure as he noticed the beginnings of dark streaks on the pale, delicate skin under Klaus’ bottom lashes, where the slight wetness around his eyes had caused his eyeliner to run.

Dave gave another low groan. He could feel himself tensing, his pleasure cresting. “Klaus!” he managed to grunt.

Klaus pulled back and off with a wet pop, a line of saliva still connecting them. He began fisting Dave’s length. He opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue and rested Dave’s tip on the wet, pink muscle. He looked up: open and willing and eager. Ready to be claimed, though Dave.

Eyelids heavy and eyes dark with lust, Klaus gazed up at Dave through his lashes. And, staring down into Klaus’ eyes, Dave’s pleasure crested and his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal surge. He came undone, pulsing and releasing, thick creamy ropes of cum landing over Klaus’ tongue and his lips and his chin and his cheek. Klaus closed his eyes and took it, hand still working Dave’s shaft, helping him ride out his high. And Dave just kept cumming, all over his boyfriend’s face and tongue and a bit in his hair. And it felt so dirty, but also so brilliant. And his brain thrummed: mine, mine, mine…

Dave’s cock gave a final weak pulse and Klaus licked the small trickle of cum off the tip.

Dave looked down and blushed at the sight of Klaus on his knees before him, his cheeks flushed, chin wet, face splattered with cum and his hair sticking up wildly from where Dave had been gripping the dark curls.

“Oh, Klaus” he whispered reverently. And Klaus smiled and gently kissed the tip of Dave’s cock one last time before getting to his feet.

Dave’s thumb came up to Klaus’ bottom lip and smeared a spot of cum across the skin. Klaus’ tongue came out to taste it, but Dave leaned forwards quickly and caught Klaus’ lips in a kiss, tasting himself on Klaus’ skin and in the slow slide of their lips and tongues.

“So, I guess we didn’t do what Diego asked after all,” Dave smiled.

“Pretty sure he meant the sofas, or in the kitchen or something,” Klaus grinned. “I don’t think it counts if the thing you’re cumming on is me.” Dave groaned again. Then reached blindly, grabbed his discarded tee and lightly wiped the mess off Klaus’ face. Then he brought their faces close until the tips of their noses were touching and brushed them together in an Eskimo kiss.

Dave stepped forwards, trying to walk Klaus back to the bed but, forgetting about his pants still pooled around his ankles, he almost overbalanced. Klaus laughed and held his arms steady while Dave toed off his boots and socks and stepped out of his jeans. Klaus’ pants had been abandoned somewhere on the trip from the living room to Klaus’ bedroom.

Dave gently placed his hands on Klaus’ immaculate chest and walked him back to the bed, softly pushing him down onto his back. Klaus shuffled backwards, laying his head on the pillow. He was toned and sun-golden and glorious, his erection a prominent bulge tenting his underwear. He’s gorgeous, Dave thought. Completely gorgeous and all mine. And a thrill ran through him.

Dave got onto the bed and pulled Klaus’ underwear off. And then Klaus was spread out before him: standing big and stiff and proud. A meal Dave wanted to both devour all at once… and also savour for the rest of his life.

Dave crawled over Klaus, propping himself up on his forearms so he could bring their lips together again. Klaus sighed and ran one hand down Dave’s spine, resting the other on his backside and squeezing.

“Ass man,” Dave breathed into Klaus’ mouth.

“Bite me,” Klaus smiled back, and Dave caught his bottom lip between his teeth and nipped lightly. Klaus groaned and pushed his hips up against Dave.

Dave grinned and rolled them over. He slotted his leg between Klaus’, presenting his thigh for Klaus to ride. Klaus propped himself up on his arms and pushed his hips down, grinding his erection into Dave’s deliciously solid thigh. He breathed out a sigh and leaned down to continue their kiss, his hips pressing forwards rhythmically. Dave pushed his tongue into Klaus’ mouth and let the kiss get dirty, his hands kneading Klaus’ ass cheeks as Klaus humped his leg. The room was filled with the sound of Klaus panting and grunting and the dull thunk of the headboard against the wall as Klaus increased the pace and vigour of his rutting.

“Look at you,” Dave breathed, eyeing Klaus’ slack mouth and flushed cheeks, “just look at you. So beautiful.”

“Dave,” Klaus gritted out.

“Oh, is there something you need, sweetheart?” Dave teased.

“Yes,” Klaus panted, a little frustrated and desperate to get off.

Dave raised an eyebrow but made no other attempt to move.

“Oh,” Klaus whined, “Dav-uh!”

Dave grinned wickedly, “Maybe you should ask nicely?”

Klaus’ eyes went wide. For a heart stopping moment, Dave thought he might have gone too far, might have misread the vibe, might have killed the moment.

But then Klaus flushed, blinking rapidly, and whispered, “Dave, please.” Dave squeezed his ass cheeks again and Klaus whined and clamped his thighs around Dave’s leg, grinding his erection down harder. “Please,” he repeated in a small, broken voice, “please do something to get me off.” He brought his lips to Dave’s ear, so close Dave could feel his lips moving, and murmured, “please, Mr Katz…”

Dave swallowed hard. A rush of adrenaline, and also something else – something deeper and more primal – ran through him. He could feel the soft, warm weight of his partner, writhing and rutting against him. Needy and desperate. Needy, for him. Dave was suddenly overwhelmed by an instinctive, primal urge to give and please and protect and provide. Mine, Dave thought again. He’s mine.

Dave hooked his leg around Klaus’ and flipped them over. He pressed one final searing kiss to Klaus’ lips and then worked his way down Klaus’ body, trailing kisses down his neck and chest, his tongue flicking over the hardened nub of a nipple. He teasingly kissed his way down the faint trail of dark hairs that started just below his navel and ended at the base of Klaus’ cock.

Dave could feel Klaus breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling in anticipation. But rather than turning his attention to Klaus’ erection. Dave dipped his head lower, and pressed kisses and teasing licks into the delicate skin surrounding Klaus’ cock. He pressed his nose against Klaus’ balls, nuzzling them slightly, then opened his mouth and sucked as much as he could into his mouth, applying delicious pressure and working the skin with his tongue. Klaus whined above him. Dave repeated the action, then moved onto the other.

“Dave,” Klaus panted. “Dave, please.”

A thought started buzzing in Dave’s brain. It felt electric – live and shocking.

Without quite realising he’d done it, Dave made a decision. He felt wired and alive and empowered.

Dave smiled and rose onto his knees. His hands went to Klaus’ hips. “Roll over,” he said gently.

“What?” Klaus’ head came up, eyes slightly unfocussed.

“Come on,” Dave repeated quietly, “roll over.”

“Dave? What’re you…” Klaus looked confused.

“I want to try something,” Dave smiled. He felt a shy, nervous flutter in his stomach, but he swallowed, caught Klaus’ eye and gave a confident little nod.

Klaus held his gaze a moment, eyes wide, but then he obliged, rolling onto his front. Dave encouraged him to spread his legs and lift onto his knees and elbows. Dave sat back for a second and just took in the sight before him: his boyfriend bent over on his bed, flushed and hard and slightly bewildered, but presenting himself so beautifully for Dave. Dave licked his lips and smiled. He was going to enjoy this.

Klaus’ head hung between his arms and he craned around to look at Dave admiring him and – despite all his previous experience – he still felt a small spike of self-conscious embarrassment. He shifted and started to get up, “Dave, what’s… what’re you doing…?”

“Shhh,” Dave reassured, his hand rubbing soothing circles into Klaus’ lower back and encouraging him back down. “It’s okay. Just relax. I’ve got this. I’ve got you.”

Klaus narrowed his eyes slightly but relaxed back down.

Dave positioned himself between Klaus’ legs and ran his hands over Klaus’ ass cheeks, endearingly pale against the tan of the rest of his skin. He gave the right one a quick pat and squeeze. Lowering his head slowly, he pressed a gentle kiss into the soft, fleshy centre of each cheek. Then, using his thumbs, he spread the cheeks apart, finally revealing Klaus’ pink, furled hole.

“Dave…?” He heard Klaus choke out.

Dave blew a soft stream of warm air onto Klaus’ little rosebud and watched as it clenched slightly.

Then, leaning forwards, he brought his face in close and slowly licked across Klaus’ tight hole.

“Fuck!” He heard Klaus exclaim.

Dave smiled and, tongue soft and wet and wide, he repeated the action.

“Oh, Dave! Oh, fuck!” Klaus panted again.

Dave pointed his tongue and flicked it up and down, and left to right, brushing it quickly over the delicate skin. Dave could feel Klaus’ hole fluttering under his tongue.

“Dave! Oh god, yes, oh yes!” Klaus panted. He shifted his hips and repositioned his arm to take his weight. He brought the other hand down to his cock, which was hanging thick and heavy and neglected between his legs. But before he could take hold of it, however, Dave caught his wrist and stopped him.

“Not yet,” he said. And his face was still so close to Klaus’ most private area that Klaus could feel the huff of air against his wet skin when Dave spoke.

Klaus shivered and groaned, but brought his elbow back down to the bed, resigning himself to the sweet torture.

Dave reapplied his tongue to Klaus’ hole and soon Klaus was panting and sighing and pushing back against him, needy whines and breathy little gasps escaping his throat.

Dave switched up the movement of his tongue from strong licks and fast little flicks, and instead covered Klaus’ hole with his lips and then sucked lightly.

Klaus groaned under him, pushing back, his legs trembling. “Oh, fuuuuuck!” he whimpered.

Dave gave the furled hole another slow lick, then pointed his tongue and – ever so slowly – pushed it against Klaus’ entrance. Klaus’ breath hitched. At first Klaus’ muscles resisted. But then, as Dave wiggled his tongue slightly, he felt the tight ring of muscles begin to relax, allowing him to push his tongue in slightly. Dave pressed his tongue forwards in tight circular motions, then slowly pulled back and pressed in again, fucking Klaus’ hole with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, fuuuuucck me!” Klaus wailed. “Fuck, Dave! Yes! Oh, fuck I need to cum!”

Dave could feel Klaus trembling under his hands, the erratic twitch of his hips, the desperate, broken edge to his voice.

“Please, Dave,” Klaus pleaded. “Please, please…”

And Dave, his face still buried in Klaus’ ass, finally reached around and gripped Klaus’ leaking erection and started pumping.

And Klaus keened. He was caught between thrusting his painfully hard cock forward into Dave’s fist and pressing back into the delicious wet flicks of Dave’s tongue against his quivering hole. He was so desperately, painfully hard; the desire to cum so strong. And the feeling of Dave finally touching his rock-hard cock was toe-curlingly amazing. And Dave’s tongue, pressing and licking and sucking him – there – was beyond amazing. And for Klaus, time seemed to be caught in one delicious, shining moment of wet, hot, hard, fast, urgent, pleasure, clenching, tensing… and then he was cumming. Hard.

Thick creamy ropes spurted onto the bed and over Dave’s fist and Dave could feel Klaus’ hole twitching and clenching under his tongue as his muscles spasmed in waves. And Klaus was moaning Dave’s name wildly… then breathlessly… then a little brokenly as his trembling legs gave way and he finally collapsed forwards onto the bed.

Dave moved up the bed and lay down on his side next to him. Carefully, he ran his fingers through Klaus’ hair, studying his face, his closed eyes, his blissed-out expression.

Klaus opened his eyes blearily and looked at Dave.

“Dave,” he whispered hoarsely. Dave smiled.

“Dave,” Klaus tried again, “That was just so… thank you. Just, wow! Like really. Wow. It was just… so…” he screwed up his face, trying to find the right words and failing, ending instead on just a low grunt of consonants. “Nngggh,” he finished.

Dave smiled, eyes fond and affectionate. “Well, if I’ve rendered you speechless, I guess it must have been okay,” he teased lightly. Klaus blinked. Dave brought his lips down and tenderly kissed Klaus’ forehead and whispered, “I’m glad you thought so. It felt pretty incredible to do it for you too.” Klaus hummed and his eyes drifted closed.

“Hey,” Dave squeezed his shoulder. “You should have a quick shower before you sleep.”

“Don’t wanna,” Klaus mumbled. “Tired and comfy and no energy.”

“Come on, up you get.” Dave encouraged. “You’re sticky and sweaty and smell like sex. You’re laying in the wet spot and you’ve got cum in your hair. Shower, now.”

Klaus groaned and with great effort pulled himself up and moved towards the bathroom.

“Aren’t you coming?” Klaus asked in a small voice.

“You get in, I’ll be there in a sec,” Dave said. Klaus nodded and padded off.

Dave quickly stripped the bed and put on clean sheets from the cupboard where Grace kept the fresh linen. He bundled the dirty ones up and stuffed then in the laundry basket. He then went into the bathroom to join Klaus.

When they were showered and dry, Klaus in a pair of fluorescent briefs and Dave wearing clean boxers and a soft old tee from the stash of clothes he’d started leaving at the Academy, they crawled into bed. Klaus cuddled up to him and rested his head on Dave’s chest.

“Good call,” Klaus admitted, running his hands over the crisp sheets.

Dave hummed in response. Klaus closed his eyes, listening to the rumble of it against his ear.

“So, power kink, huh?” Klaus smiled into Dave’s chest.

“I guess so,” Dave replied. “Believe me, it took me by surprise a bit too.”

“It was good,” Klaus said. “Different. It looked good on you.” Klaus paused, then added, “I like the idea that we can switch stuff up like that sometimes.”

“Me too,” Dave found himself agreeing.

“You know,” Klaus said tentatively, “we could go further too.”

Dave traced the rim of Klaus’ ear with a fingertip.

“Yeah,” Dave said, feeling bold in the gathering darkness of the room. “Give and take, assertive and submissive, top and bottom… there’s so much we can try together. And that’s just power stuff. Then there’s… well, everything else as well.” He felt Klaus hum his agreement into the skin over his heart.

“You know,” Klaus said after a pause, “when we talked about this the other day, I thought we were going to start with some light fingering. But I guess I shouldn’t have underestimated you, Mr Katz. You just dived straight in tongue first.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Dave asked a little worriedly.

“Fuck no!” Klaus exclaimed. “I just didn’t think we’d start with rimming. I mean it’s not really the natural place to start.”

“Isn’t it?” Dave frowned. “To me, it kind of just felt right in the moment.”

“I’m glad you did,” Klaus insisted, “it was mind-blowing.”

Dave grimaced. “Promise you’re not teasing my technique?” He asked. “It’s the first thing I’ve done to you before you’ve done it to me first. I didn’t have any previous experience to work from.”

There was silence and Dave frowned and shifted to look down at Klaus’ face. He was surprised to find Klaus’ cheeks pink and his ears a little red.

“Klaus?” he asked, worried.

“You weren’t bad.” Klaus said quickly. “It’s not that. It’s just that, for once, I don’t really have anything to compare to either.” His eyes widened. “Not that I usually compare you with other people,” he said quickly. “I don’t do that. Just, with this, I don’t have a point of reference. So, all I can say is you blew my mind.”

Dave took a moment to process and then asked the obvious question. “Are you saying none of the people you’ve been with before have done that for you?”

“Um… yeah,” Klaus blushed – actually blushed – “yeah, I guess I am.”

Dave swallowed. “Because they didn’t want to? Or because you didn’t want them to?” He swallowed again. “Did I… I hope I didn’t… Klaus, did you want me to do that just now?”

Klaus shifted to press his face into the hollow of Dave’s neck, his nose nuzzling the base of his throat. “Dave,” he said seriously, “I wanted it. I wanted you to.” He paused. “Before now… nobody ever offered. It wasn’t particularly something that was on my radar. I was just happy for them to fuck me. Just that was okay. I didn’t feel like I was missing out or anything. But then you just… did that for me. Because you wanted to. I’ve never been with anyone who put me first like that before.”

Dave’s heart clenched and his chest felt tight. He wrapped his arms around Klaus’ small frame and buried his nose into the curls on the top of his head.

“Klaus” he murmured, “Klaus…”

“It’s okay,” he heard Klaus sigh into his neck, “you don’t need to say anything.”

Dave swallowed the lump in his throat and tightened his arms around Klaus. The warm weight of words that didn’t need to be said just yet, lying like a blanket over them as they held each other in the gathering darkness.

Finally, Dave broke the silence, “I don’t know whether I should be a little bit offended, you know? About not being complicated, I mean.” He grinned.

“What?” Klaus frowned, opening his eyes.

“That thing you said to Diego earlier, about his dynamic with Lila being complicated.”

“Oh,” Klaus settled back down. “That.” He paused then added. “You might play the deep, strong, silent type sometimes, Dave, but you’re not complicated. I mean, not complicated complicated.” Dave ran his fingers soothingly up and down Klaus’ arm. “It’s not like do you confusing things that I can’t work out. You’re easy.”

Dave laughed.

“I don’t mean easy.” Klaus corrected himself. “I mean…”

“I know what you mean,” Dave cut in. He pressed a kiss to the top of Klaus’ head. “You might be a chaotic, eccentric oddball at times, but to me, you’re easy, too.” Klaus huffed a small laugh against Dave’s chest.

“I love that we always seem to be on the same page about stuff,” Klaus said into the quiet stillness of the room.

“Yeah,” Dave agreed. “We click. Always have. And I suppose we trust each other too, so that helps.”

Klaus blinked and swallowed hard.

“We do click, don’t we?” His voice was small.

“Yes,” Dave said earnestly.

“This really is something special, isn’t it?” Klaus said, just as quietly. He wants confirmation, Dave thought. Despite all the bravado, he’s actually a little vulnerable and insecure and wants confirmation.

“Yes,” Dave said, giving him exactly what he needed. “For me, right from the very first moment, this just felt right.”

“For me too,” Klaus admitted softly.

Klaus rolled over and settled on his side, pulling Dave flush behind him; the big spoon to Klaus’ little spoon. Dave’s knees tucked into the crook of Klaus’ legs, his arm coming over, fingers interlacing and hands curled close to Klaus’ chest. Dave’s groin pressed against Klaus’ backside, but in this moment, Dave felt nothing more than tenderness and affection. He pressed a kiss to the back of Klaus’ neck, the spot right between his shoulders, and shifted slightly, snuggling them even closer.

“After everything,” Klaus mumbled into the pillow, voice drowsy and muffled slightly. “After all this time, and everything we’ve been through to get here.” He paused, let out a breath and then carried on. “It’s hard to believe that this is how it could be from now on.”

Dave thought back to how he used to feel about his relationship with Klaus – like his life had turned into a series of moments as precious… and delicate… and fragile as champagne flutes on a tray in the wind. He wondered when he had stopped feeling like the tiniest wrong move or misstep could bring his happiness crashing down in a shower of irreparable shards of shattered crystal.

“Believe it,” Dave replied, and Klaus sighed and relaxed further into his arms. Dave shut his eyes and held him close, his heart beating a rhythm against Klaus’ back: this, just this, just this, just this, just this…

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cauldronofmorning · 4 years ago

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what are the top five gay episodes of MASH, as well as top 5 emotionally destructive and top 5 comedic, as I'm led to understand they're all different

ooh! though do keep in mind that I haven’t done a full rewatch in years, so I could miss a few, so in no order: Gay: 1. Welcome To Korea: Trapper leaves Hawkeye with no note but a kiss and lasting damage for both him and BJ, but also Hawkeye/BJ fall for each other in like five minutes.

2. The Joker Is Wild: what is there to say except Hawkeye is the bottom, BJ is the top, and the shadow of Trapper is still very much there

3. Operation Friendship: Winchester/Klinger is underrated, and Hawkeye is literally bedside vigil for BJ’s injured wrist

4. Rally Around The Flagg Boys: As close to a lampshade of Hawkeye’s sexuality as they could probably get, and BJ is mighty protective of his husband.

5. Bottles Up: it was a toss up between this and Temporary Duty, but Major Houlihan is so very gay kids *cyberman voice* pain! pain! pain! 1. Dr Pierce and Dr Hyde/Bless You Hawkeye/Depressing News: (Depressing News counts as a Hawkeye breakdown episode, both the speech and the mania) there’s a lot of Shit Happens To Hawkeye, and I wanted to give a few that hit my own personal trauma buttons

2. Goodbye Farewell and Amen: it’s a finale where your bipolar and I will die on this hill main character starts out in a mental institution and that’s not the only angsty thing

3. Dreams: I can’t rec @gayfranzkafka‘s essay on Mulcahy’s dream (and the show) enough, but also when I was watching this show as a teenager, Winchester’s dream (flashy tricks but you’re just not good enough) and the foreshadowing for Bless You Hawkeye always stuck with me

4. The Life You Save: David Ogden Stiers is just so... good, and I kinda wish I hadn’t started with late season six so I get the full “Winchester starts off you think a snobby Frank expy but shows his kinder/vulnerable side” trajectory

5. Preventive Medicine: that fucking arm grab at the end, just let me die comedy!: 1. April Fools: HawkBeejCharMarg are a cute as hell foursome, and I’m amused that the show does so many straw General characters that “it was all a prank” comes off as a genuine surprise

2. Hot Lips And Empty Arms: one of the first Margaret episodes that wasn’t just the movie-like “she’s authority and we need to humiliate her” and Loretta Swit is the best actor to play drunk (aside from maybe David)

3. Picture This: Hawkeye is a bratty bottom but also needs attention, and it’s fun how it all escalates, plus after so much angst it’s kinda a relief when BJ obsessing over his home life is played for (not mean) laughs

4. The Yalu Brick Road: one of the first few episodes I caught and watched it (Dr Winchester and Dr Hyde, the Bilfold Syndome and this) so I have a soft spot for it, plus BJ/Hawkeye acting like a married couple

5. Carry On Hawkeye: please just watch this scene

#sorry it took so long #plenty of other episodes too #mash #m*a*s*h #Anonymous

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shhhhyoursister · 5 years ago

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As much as I want more of your longer au’s and I do! What I really want is more of your super gremlin Matteo! I love when you write bratty Matteo! It feels like having him back for a bit! I don’t feel Matteo energy anywhere outside the actual show like I do when you write him! I miss that brat so damn much!! I hope he’s giving David hell and David is loving every minute of it! Xx

wow that is honestly such a fucking compliment omg???? thank you??? i got this idea very much out of nowhere and then realized that it would fit not jsut this prompt, but another prompt i have PERFECTLY!!!!! i also miss writing bratty annoying matteo so here we go!!!! (also im sorry im calling these cookies im american and yall know what i mean)

prompt im combining this with: “Could you maybe write another piece about Matteo's, as David called it, "sexy powers".” (reference to this fic i wrote, basically matteo uses the powers of seduction to get what he wants lmao)

***

When David walks into the WG, the first thing he notices is the smell of cookies. He grins, and hangs up his jacket, and just as he’s toeing his shoes off he hears Hans call from the kitchen, “David, is that you? Come in here!”

David rubs his hands over his arms as he walks in, still cold from the chill outside, and he takes a deep breath in through his nose, smelling something savory along with the cookies. The entire flat smells amazing, and it’s so warm, and David is overwhelmed with a sense of home when he walks into the kitchen, and sees Hans and Linn smiling at him.

Linn is standing in front of the stove, stirring something that’s sending steam up into her face, and Hans is sitting at the table with a mug of tea, a platter of cookies in front of him.

“David, darling, me and Linn were feeling particularly inspired today, so we’ve been cooking up a storm. There’s enough in that fridge for you to bring back to your place, so you’re not leaving here without a bag or two for you and your sister.” Hans says with a flourish, pointing his finger in David’s direction, and Linn nods.

“Oh, okay,” David says, his eyes widening, always forgetting just how forceful Hans can be with his mothering, “thank you. What did you guys make?”

Hans grins, and goes into a long winded explanation that includes not only the extensive list of things they have cooked, but also the story about getting the ingredients, how long it took to cook everything, and why him and Linn argued for an hour over which type of peppers to bye.

David listens with a grin, laughing along and gasping with faux drama at the climax(es, it was a long story). He’s still leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, and he’s so enthralled by the story and the laughter in the room that he doesn’t hear a door open, or the footsteps padding down the hall, doesn’t notice Matteo at all until he feels arms wrapping around his waist from behind, and feels a head drop onto his shoulder.

“Oh, so he only comes out for food or his boyfriend, I see how it is!” Hans says, and David laughs when Matteo raises a middle finger at him. David grabs one of the hands that Matteo has resting on his stomach, and turns his head to press a kiss to Matteo’s temple.

“Obviously,” Matteo mutters after lifting his head, and then drops it again and says quiet enough that only David can hear, “why didn’t you tell me when you got here?”

“Because it smelled like food and Hans called me in here. I love you, but I’m starving.”

“I could’ve helped with that,” Matteo says with a bit of a grin as he bites at David’s shoulder. David rolls his eyes, and turns his head when Hans clears his throat.

“Not to eavesdrop,” he says, standing up and walking over to look into the pot Linn is stirring, “but if you’re hungry, this should be done soon, and there’s enough for everyone. Or if you don’t want to wait you can take a couple of the cookies!”

David smiles and detaches himself from Matteo to walk over to the table. He tries to ignore Hans’ fond look at the two of them, knowing he’ll blush if he thinks about it, and grabs two cookies off of the plate, thanking Hans as he does.

“Okay, you have food. Let’s go,” Matteo says, grabbing David’s hand and tugging him out of the kitchen. David laughs, and shrugs at Hans’ exasperated face as he follows Matteo out of the room. Once they round the corner, David finds himself being pressed up against the wall, and he gasps a little into Matteo’s mouth when he’s pulled into a kiss.

“Hi,” Matteo says after he pulls away, smiling sweetly, much different than he had looked in the kitchen, “I missed y--”

“David, one more thing!”

Matteo snaps his jaw shut and pouts. David snorts before leaning in to kiss him again, biting at his bottom lip a little, and pulls away to say, “Go, I’ll come in a sec.”

Matteo glares at him for a second, the pout still on his face, and David darts in to kiss him one more time, before pulling away and swatting at his ass once Matteo turns towards his room. Matteo kicks at him but his cheeks are red, and David smirks before going back into the kitchen.

“David, this is serious,” Hans says, but the corners of his mouth are twitching so David purses his lips, “don’t let that brat bully you into giving him one of those cookies. He’s already had three today.”

David laughs, not expecting that to be what Hans called him in for, and he shakes his head as he says, “Don’t worry, I’m strong. I can handle him.”

Hans raises his eyebrows and smiles, and nods, before simply replying, “Okay, then.” and shoos David out of the kitchen.

He walks to Matteo’s room, and takes a bite of one of the cookies right before he opens the door, and almost moans at the taste. He pops the rest of it in his mouth as he knocks on Matteo’s door, and opens it. He sees Matteo lying on his bed on his phone, one hand resting on his stomach, and he looks up and grins when David comes in.

“Hey,” he says, sitting up a little, “finally.”

“Shut up,” David says, setting the cookie down before climbing into the bed, “I’m here now.”

“Yeah, you are,” Matteo says, and he’s eyeing David in a way he hadn’t been outside, and David smiles a little as he’s pulled into a kiss.

David makes a noise when Matteo deepens the kiss fast, and smiles a little when he can notices that Matteo tastes like chocolate. Matteo licks into his mouth, and pushes David down to the mattress. They pull apart for a second to breath, and David grins when Matteo throws a leg over his waist and straddles him.

“I missed you.” David slides his hands onto Matteo’s thighs, and then onto his hips, and Matteo smiles down at him, his hair flopping into his eyes a little, and god David is so whipped.

“That’s what I was trying to say earlier, before Hans interrupted.” Matteo says with another pout, and David tugs him down so he can kiss it away.

“He just wanted to tell me something about the cookies, but it’s okay,” David grins up at him, “I know you missed me.”

“Cocky,” Matteo says, flicking David in the chest, and then glances over to where David had put the cookie down and says, “those were really good.”

“Yeah, Hans is a great baker.” David says, pulling Matteo down for another kiss. He’s confused when Matteo pulls away again a second later, and smiles down at David.

“Can I have a bite?” he asks, his eyes flitting quickly over to the cookie again and then back to David.

David snorts. “What? You’ve already had, that one’s mine.”

“Please?” Matteo pouts again, and David rolls his eyes, and shakes his head. Matteo’s pout deepens for second, before he gives up, and huffs.

“Fine,” he says, looking David up and down with dark eyes and a smirk that makes his toes curl a little, “you taste better anyway.

David laughs for a second before he’s pulled back into a kiss, a rougher one this time, and he squeezes at Matteo’s waist when he feels Matteo biting at his lips. Matteo’s arms drape over his shoulders, one of his hands sliding into David’s hair. David makes a noise when Matteo grinds his hips down a little, and one of his hands slides down to grab at Matteo’s ass.

Matteo tugs his head back by his hair, and it makes David’s lips part, and Matteo licks into his mouth again, his other hand moving to grip at David’s shoulder. He grinds down again, and David is just about to slide his hands under Matteo’s shirt when Matteo is suddenly climbing off of him, their lips still connected, and when he pulls away he drags David’s bottom lip between his teeth.

“Baby, what-” David starts, shaking his head to clear the Matteo-induced dizziness that’s making him blink his eyes open a little slow, but when he hears running footsteps and then a door slamming shut, they pop wide open. Matteo is gone, and when David looks over at the table his jaw drops because the cookie is gone too.

David takes a second to gain his breath back before he walks to the door and yanks it open, yelling, “Matteo!” into the flat. He can hear giggling from the kitchen, and he huffs before stomping over to it. When he glares in he only sees Hans and Linn, Hans standing over the pot this time, and he just chuckles before mocking David from before, “I’m strong, I can handle him.”

David huffs again and rushes out of the room, ignoring the laughter behind him, and walks into the living room. He sees Matteo sitting on the couch with a huge, innocent grin on his face, and a smudge of chocolate under his lip.

“That isn’t fair!” David says, coming to stand in front of Matteo.

“All’s fair in love and war, or whatever.” Matteo says, and he smiles when David rolls his eyes.

“And which one is this?” David asks, cocking his head to the side, and he reaches out to wipe the chocolate off of Matteo’s lip with his thumb.

Matteo brings a hand out from behind his back, and David smiles when he holds another cookie out and says, “Love?”

David takes it, and shoves the entire thing in his mouth, and collapses onto the couch next to Matteo. He pulls him in for a kiss, ignoring how gross it probably was, because Matteo didn’t care.

“Yeah,” David says once he has pulled away, and swallowed, and him and Matteo are staring at each other in that way they did, “definitely love.”

#davenzi fic #davenzi fanfic #druck fic #druck fanfic #davenzi #druck #david schreibner #matteo florenzi #matteo x david #noggins #wow i lvoe them so much #matteo is such a bastard #david is the most patient boyfriend in the universe

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soft-baby-dobrik · 5 years ago

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fratty and bratty // david dobrik

a/n: so I am so sorry I like never post on here, but I started dating a guy and he's amazing and like actually wants to spend time with me and college has been kicking my ass but I am back, AGAIN! thank you for all the love you have given to me and my page, love you all bunches <3

request: hii i was wondering if u could do a request where david meets the reader (college student) at a frat party or sum after filming her without consent for content?? like at first she’s angry but then they hit it off. your writing is so good!!!

summary: you go to a frat party and are met with the flashing of a camera in your face with a david dobrik behind the camera.

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Being a college student obviously went along with drinking. Being a female college student meant easier access to said drinking and invites to parties left and right. Partying was not a weekly occurrence for you like some other college students. You actually had tough classes that required studying and time out of class. Somehow, your friends convinced you to come out tonight, even though your week had been hectic and all you wanted was to sleep, for the whole weekend. Yet, here you were, dressed for a party and physically walking into the party. Your friend had a tight grasp on your wrist, making sure you did not sneak out of the crowd or lose you. Once you reached the “bar” where the guys in the frat were handing out drinks, you asked for a beer with a smile. The “bartender” smirked back at you, handing you the beer with a wink.

“A girl drinking a beer is after my heart,” he grinned.

“I’m not drinking it. I’m shotgunning it,” you stated, with a smirk. His eyebrows raised, but before he could respond with something flirtatious, you turned around and left the room. Your friend laughed loudly as she clutched her drink.

“Are you really going to shotgun that?” she asked, sipping her drink.

“Hell yeah,” you laughed, “After I get some shots in me,” you grinned, shimmying your chest. As you headed into another room, you saw the crowd of people clustered into the room. The music was not fully blaring yet, so you were able to talk to some people you recognized. A few girls had a bottle and offered you some sips of it. Graciously, you took the bottle and let it move down your throat. Shot after shot until you felt the effects of the alcohol. Minutes turned into a couple hours and you felt at ease after some beers. Another one was grasped in your hand as the crowd uproared, and you saw David Dobrik and some of his friends enter the party. His camera was held in his hand as they maneuvered through the crowd. On instinct, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. David Dobrik was obviously a very attractive guy, but in your eyes, he was the most attractive guy. Numerous girls were calling his name and trying to get his attention, so you shrugged them off. In your eyes, there was no way he would pay you any mind. That’s when you thought it was time for another shotgun. Some of the guys near your chorused in their cheers wanting to join. You all pushed through the group and made it to the backyard of the house.

One of your guy friends was pressing the hole into the can when Zane came tumbling out the back door, clearly drunk. Giggling, you waved to him. He grinned and came towards you.

“Do I know you?” he asked, in a nice way. You laughed loudly, while shaking your head no.

“No,” you giggled, “but I know you from youtube.” He warmly smiled in return. “I’m y/n.”

“Well, y/n, let’s get fucked up!” he yelled and in a blur, you were handed your can and a countdown was done. Then, you popped open the can and threw your head back, trying to gulp at the rate of the other guys. Your impossible mission turned out to be a fail. The guys all cheered for you and you laughed, opening your eyes to be met with a flash in your eyes. Squinting, you saw David’s camera pointed towards you. The smile on your face diminished. If he was filming you and it showed up in the vlog, your parents or younger siblings could see.

“Um,” you began, feeling nervous to say something. “I never said you could record me. Hell, you didn’t even introduce yourself,” you spoke up, somewhat loudly. Your friend was hot on your heels when she heard your voice speak up, sensing an issue.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking over to you and then the group around you.

“He was recording me and didn’t even ask or say a word to me,” you explained, annoyance and anger boiling in your tone. Your friend looked over to David, not afraid of him just because he was famous.

“I’m sorry,” David began. “I’m David.” He had a smile across his face that made you more annoyed.

“Wow,” you huffed, shaking your head. By now, mostly everyone had cleared out of the backyard. “So are you going to delete it or?” you snapped back, sassily. Zane “oooh”-ed in the background, laughing loudly.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” David said, sounding genuine as he came closer. “I’ll delete it now. I just thought it was cool that you were shotgunning with all the guys,” he said, clicking a couple buttons on his camera, showing you that he deleted the clip. “I really did not mean to make you mad.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, a slight flush to your cheeks. “I just have younger siblings and I wouldn’t want my family to see any of that.”

“What’s your name?” he asked, biting back a smile.

“y/n,” you responded, meekly.

“Well, y/n, you might be the angriest drunk I have ever accidentally recorded,” he laughed. Your jaw dropped slightly, making him laugh.

“I am not angry!” you exclaimed, only causing him to laugh harder.

“You are slightly angry,” he laughed out, making you purse your lips. He bit his lip, biting back a smile. Internally, you were gushing.

“You shouldn’t record people without their consent,” you grumbled. He laughed, again.

“Well, how can I make this up to you, grumpy,” he smiled.

“French fries,” you stated, smiling happily at the thought of them.

“Right now?” he asked with a smile.

“I mean-” you paused to look around to see your friend off with a guy, watching you with a grin. She nodded in approval, clearly eavesdropping. Nervously, you nodded.

“Well, I’ll take that as a yes,” he smiled, stretching out his hand for you to take hold of. Nervously, you let your hand fall into his as he enter the house and weaved in and out of the crowds. Once he made it outside the house, you let your hand fall out of his.

“So,” you started as you followed next to him towards his car. He turned to look at you with a smile, watching you somewhat messily walk. “Do you always offer food to people you make angry?” He laughed loudly as he unlocked his car, opening the door for you.

“Not usually,” he said, closing the door and heading to the driver’s side. “Only for the people who are about to choke me out for it,” he teased, pulling out of the spot.

“I was not!” you exclaimed.

“If I wouldn't have deleted it, I would be dead on that lawn right now,” he added, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I would not have killed you!” you gawked, turning to look at him. His smile made your heart race.

“It’s okay, it’s a moment I won't forget,” he said, looking over at you as he pulled into the drive thru. He ordered you a large fry and a large milkshake. Smiling, you took the food and milkshake with a squeal of happiness.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, shyly, as you sipped on your milkshake. You threw your head back in happiness.

“You’re welcome,” he said, pulling into a parking spot. “So,” he started, turning to face you. You were shoveling fries in your mouth, making him smile. “Do you get in cars with strangers who offer you food often?”

“Listen, I am drunk as shit and craving fries, don’t judge,” you mumbled, sipping on your milkshake again.

“So you make poor decisions when you’re drunk?” he grinned, staring at you. Your heart started racing as his eyes stared at you.

“I don’t hookup with guys just cause they’re famous and buy me french fries and a milkshake,” you blurted out, feeling your cheeks heat up as David cackled next to you.

“I was not trying to sleep with you!” he exclaimed in between his laughing fits. Embarrassment was evident in your features.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, staring down at your drink as you messed around with your straw. “Guys aren’t just nice like this.” A small silence fell between you two. “Plus, you have hooked up with fans before,” you added.

David opened his mouth slightly in surprise, “So you’re a fan?” he asked. You nodded.

“Of course, you guys are super funny to watch,” you shrugged.

“That was from a interview, not a vlog,” he teased, grinning at you.

“Okay, so maybe I’m a fan of you,” you blushed.

“y/n,” David spoke up, making you look up at him. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he said, smiling.

“I-” you began, moving your mouth not knowing what to say.

“This is the one time you haven’t had something sassy to say,” he laughed.

“You’re a jerk,” you mumbled, shaking your head.

“A jerk who just called you cute,” he shot back.

“Well, thank you,” you smiled, shyly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Do you want a ride back to your house?” he asked, turning to face the driving wheel.

“Jeez, trying to get rid of me already,” you joked, turning to face the front of the car.

“No, actually I was hoping you would invite me over and that we could watch a movie or something,” he smiled, with a slight tint to his cheeks.

“Well, uh,” you stammered, “Okay, only if I get to pick the movie,” you said, continuing to munch on your fries.

“So, I bought you food and I can’t even pick the movie!” he laughed, handing you his phone to type in your address.

“Yup,” you said, handing him his phone back. He started the drive to your house, shaking his head at you.

“I’ll allow it, if I can take you out again, preferably when you’re sober, so you won’t kill me,” he replied, making you slap him, jokingly.

“I guess I could make that work,” you smiled. “But we’re watching a Disney movie.” He playfully groaned.

“Then I might need another incentive,” he said, glancing over to you.

“Like?” you asked.

“You and me, cuddled on the couch.”

“I think we can make that work.”

And did you guys make that work...

a/n: lmao I am so out of the writing groove, I'm sorry if that sucked :(((

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viogsquad · 6 years ago

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jealous - david dobrik

authors note; tried to upload this just and tumblr wouldn’t let me so lets try again! feedback is appreciated so please send it in. also had to use some smut that i wrote for another fandom cause wow my mind went blank for this one. word count; 2.4k. warnings; dom!david, hint of sub!david, oral.

You knew that you should have been focused on the video that David was playing for you but your concentration was focused on something else, David completely aware of what you were thinking after being together for so long. It was something so straightforward, just the way his hands clicked on the keys as he wrote out his title, the skilled hands that edited the video with such ease after doing YouTube for so long. You were completely gone and it was all because of something so simple.

“Are you even watching the video or are you just going to keep staring at my hands?” David asked, eyes shifting to look over at you. Your heart raced at the thought of being noticed, your dirty thoughts clearer than you had expected. “Tell me what happened in the video,” David teased, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be able to give him a clear answer.

You shrugged your shoulders and looked to the side in an attempt to avoid his gaze. “Jason pretended to be Natalie - “

“That was the last vlog but nice try,” David interrupted, smirk spread across his face as he returned his attention to the laptop. “And just remember that you are still being punished, twenty-four hours to go.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at David before grabbing hold of your phone, twitter seemingly more entertaining than the silence that filled the room as David double checked for any editing mistakes that might be there unnoticed. You couldn’t focus on anything else though, just sinful thoughts about your boyfriend and how he turned you into a mess whenever the two of you were alone together.

It had been nearly a week on pure teasing, coquettish text messages sent whenever he was out filming, playful hands under the table during dinners and he was driving you crazy. You regretted flirting with Jeff jokingly for Jason’s vlogs, your punishment put into place as soon as the video had been uploaded and David had seen the clip, twitter going wild as they made up false rumours that did nothing but anger David.

Your mind went back to the last time you were together - his hands pressed against the skin of your neck, teasing you and making you think of all the times you had been against the wall in the same position, all of them full of sin and impurity. The feeling of his hard cock pressed into your thighs as he whispered filth in your ear, going over every punishment you would receive when the two of you were alone and the podcast was finished. You could remember every touch of that night, the bruises left on your skin a friendly reminder every time you sat down.

You were desperate for his fingers and to feel his cold rings pressed against your skin. Work had been taking over his life, his popularity increasing by the day and interviews with big companies coming out of nowhere. By the time he got home after a long day of filming, his first thought was getting some sleep and cuddling up with the woman that he loved so he could be fully refreshed for the next day where another day of filming would happen.

All you had thought about during a dinner with your friends were David’s fingers pounding in and out of you as he made conversation with his friends over the table, so calm and collected yet completely aware of the thoughts that you were having. Your hand was in his as you attempted to drag it to your thigh, David giving you a quick smirk before removing himself from your grip - he knew exactly what he was doing. All you had got over dinner was some teasing, his hand only returning to your thigh when you were making conversation with Corinna. People took note of your silence and the look in your eyes, glazed over and sexually frustrated which somehow you managed to get out of, the excuse that you didn’t feel good coming in handy.

David felt like a teenage all over again when he received those texts from you, mentally thanking Jason and Natalie for leaving him alone in the car while they nipped into target. You were alone in your shared bedroom, the words written out in the text almost convincing David to leave his friends stranded so he could drive back home and have you pinned to the mattress like you wanted. Photos of your dressed in his favourite lingerie came through afterwards, different poses that showed off your delicate curves mixed in with most explicit photos of your naked body that was on show for him.

Then there were the times when you would be alone in bed and you would picture how pretty David’s hands would look when they tied to the headboard, the marks that would be along his wrists from the rope and his attempt at escaping. He looked most beautiful when he was laid on the bed and begging to cum, tears in his eyes as he watched you use his thigh to get yourself off.

“I need you,” you whispered once you had come back to reality, your phone thrown to the side of your body as you faced David.

“Busy and remember - “

“I’m still being punished,” you cut off, your words mocking and face twisted into a frown. “Doesn’t change the fact that it’s been nearly a week since you fucked me.”

Your eyes widened at David’s sudden movements, his hand wrapped around your throat with no pressure as he looked you dead in the eyes, showing you that he didn’t care for the bratty behaviour that you were performing. “Don’t wind me up,” he muttered, voice low and his tone portraying how tired he was. “Suck my cock and I might just give you something in return.”

“Yeah?” You smiled, tongue flicking out to lick your lips as you leaned over and pressed a kiss to the corner of David’s mouth.

Nothing else needed to be said, your body sinking to the floor and in between David’s legs as you looked up at him. The laptop he was working on placed to the side of his body as he moved his body to lower his joggers and boxers. The nerves that were in your stomach was soon replaced with lust as David signalled for you to do the rest, his desire for your mouth stronger than he was willing to give on. He had missed you completely - your mouth, your touch, just everything.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, hands wrapping around your hair where he tugged gently and signalled for you to hurry up, fully aware that he would soon be bombarded with tweets about where the vlog was.

David was warm in your mouth and heavy against your tongue as you struggled to take all of his girth. His moans were sinfully sweet as he helped you move up and down his cock by the grip in your now messed up hair, curls slowly tangling together and his grip was so tight that you worried for the headache that would come with his release. You knew that you were in for an immoral night, a week without each other’s touch being poured into one session but you were soaked at the thought of it and all you could picture was being pressed into the bed sheets as you sang David’s name until the sun rose in Los Angeles.

The whimpers and whines coming from David’s pretty mouth should have caused concern that you would get caught in the act, Natalie only down the hallway and even though you weren't going to stop, you didn’t want to traumatise the poor girl even more than she already was from living with the two of you. With David’s mind and body weakening with every passing moment though, all you could think about was bringing him to the place that he desired the most so you could get your own release.

David’s dominance changed form completely as he neared his ends, too rough to keep his grip on your hair and his hands instead flattened against the white sofa as he slightly thrusted his hips upwards, your throat constricting as he forced the tip of his cock to meet your gag reflex. David gave you permission to do your own thing for a while as you struggled to recover from the fucking you had received, your breathing uneven and all over the place as you moved your hand along his cock. His words were like heaven in your ear as he praised you wholly, words boosting your confidence with every passing second.

With darkened lips and saliva dripping down your chin, you flicked your tongue out and licking along your bottom lip as you attempted to tease David. His face was emotionless though when you looked up at him, entirely unimpressed with your sudden attempt at teasing him and failed attempt at switching the rules. David would let you have your fun in the bedroom, the ropes already planted under the bed where you would continue to relieve him of his stress.

The emotionless expression that weirdly suited his face was soon replaced with pleasure though when you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, continuing a few times until he was whimpering above you all over again, desperate to feel your warm and wet mouth around his length. Cheeks were hallowed as you bobbed up and down without stopping, keen to get David to his peak so you could remember the taste of him and the way he looked down as he came down from his high for the next time, he punished you.

“Come up here and give us a kiss,” David moaned, leaning down to grab you by the shoulders when your hands continued to move up and down his length, not willing to give up. “I said get up here, you’ll get a taste later.”

Looking up at David was fake innocence, small hand still wrapped around his cock as you made him promise. His mouth was slightly open and eyes half-closed as he nodded once before gulping, pulling you up so you were stood in front of him.

He looked so beautiful as you glanced down at him, a sheet of sweat glistening on his forehead, cheeks a rosy red and chest heaving up and down as his hands wandered up your thighs and under the oversized t-shirt you had thrown on after you had been in the shower.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss your thighs. “Need you so bad.”

“Have me then.”

With one quick movement that had you gasping out loud, David had picked you up and was dragging you down so you were laid across the sofa. Your underwear was pulled down your legs and thrown onto the floor before David’s hands were gripping your thighs and pulling them apart so you were fully exposed for him. The slight pain from his fingers digging in subsided as you grabbed David by the shirt he was still wearing and finally felt his mouth on yours, his breath warm as it mingled with yours and stole all your breath away all over again. You tugged on his brown locks and pulled him closer, one hand moving up to settle on your cheek as put a week's worth of missing kisses into one.

His hands gripped your thighs once again as he dragged you back against the cosy sofa, your legs wrapping around his waist. Touches up your thigh had you mewling and begging for more, words you kept for him spoken as you begged and pleaded with David to either give you his mouth or his cock.

“Going to fuck you with my cock before anything else, girl,” he said, silencing your desperate pleads with a few simple words and turning your body into a wanting mess.

David had twisted you around so you were on your hands and knees, his hands burning your skin with every touch as he brought you into the correct position that he knew would have you screaming out and waking up the neighbours, along with poor Natalie.

David’s hips snapping against your ass had you screaming out, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned over your body and whispered filth in your ear, reminding you of what was to come once he had managed to upload the vlog. The words he spoke would be repeated in your head when you were alone with nothing but your fingers and the thought of David.

“Always take my cock so well, don’t you?” David praised, his head buried into your neck where left kisses and marks that you would struggle to cover up the next day - it would make decent vlog footage for everybody else. “My girl, yeah? Mine.”

David wrapped one hand around your throat as he dragged you up, your back pressed against his chest. His thrusts are not soft or passionate, that would be in the morning when he praised you for being such a good girl the night before, instead they were rough and full of desperation. His thrusts relentless, words broken up as whimpers slip from his mouth and the noise contrasts perfectly to the filth that spills out of him when he speaks.

The anger from your flirting with Jeff finally came out to play as David bent you back over, his fingers sure to leave bruises on your skin from where he was holding you still to stop you flying forward with every thrust of his hips. You moaned David’s name like a prayer with every thrust, your lines blurred as you looked down at the sofa and allowed pleasure to take over your body.

David’s thrusts got harsher as he brought himself and you closer to the brink, the two of you finally getting what you had been craving. Stopping for a quick moment, David pulled out and twisted your body around so you were laid on your back, your skin glistening under the living room light and your hair a mess as it spread out across the sofa

David’s head moved to your neck as he thrusts resumed, his teeth sinking into your skin whenever it felt particularly good. “I love you,” David whispered, his mouth against yours. “I love you so much.”

You breathed out heavily as you placed both of your hands-on David’s face, moving his head so he was looking at you directly. His thrusts didn’t stop but he was sure his heart did when he looked at you properly, an absolute angel in David’s eyes.

“And I love you.”

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toddysdiaries · 6 years ago

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Sweet Boy - David Dobrik x Reader (SMUT)

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Pairing: David Dobrik x Reader

Requested: Yes, but not to me. @dd-imagines received this:

‘okay okay okay, you know i love dom david, so this is out of character for me but consider this: sugar daddy david paying you to dom the fuck out of him🤥 the whole tying him up, orgasm denial, hickeys, etc etc. oops -🦴‘

and she replied: ‘OH MY GOD, SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!’

So I spoke to her, and I have.

Summary: You gain a new sugar daddy, David, but he isn’t the normal type of sugar daddy, he’s submissive.

Words: 6,111 (I really got carried away, okay, really)

Warnings: filthy smut, orgasm denial, orgasm ruining, tying up, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship,

A/N: Requests are open! Feel free to request stuff, but not Jeff at the moment, because I have a handful just for Jeff and although he’s very pretty he’s not the only one.

You’d heard about being a sugar baby from Ellie, one of your best friends after you’d asked her where she’d gotten the money to afford the Louis Vuitton bag that she was sporting. Ellie had told you all about her sugar daddy Paul, a middle-aged owner of one of L.A.’s many law firms.

Paul was a daddy dom and liked to take care of Ellie, but mostly liked Ellie to be a brat so that he could punish her. They met once a week for sex, but sometimes he liked to take her out for dinner during the week, and he’d often sext her during the week.

You’d dabbled in BDSM before, mostly as a dominant rather than a submissive but you were sure that you could be a bratty sub if that was what was required. From what Ellie had told you it seemed like all sugar daddies were sexual doms.

When you showed interest in getting your own sugar daddy, Ellie directed you to a site called sugarbaby.com, and she’d told you to tell her when you were first going to meet the guy so she could be there just in case he was a murderer.

It took you a whole week to make an account on sugarbaby.com, it wasn’t that you were scared about actually being a sugar baby, it was more that you were scared about who was going to be on the other end of the phone/computer. You were also scared of one of your professors or close friends finding out about what you were up to.

You filled out your profile with a lingerie picture cut off at the neck to save your anonymity, a red lacy bodysuit that you’d bought for last valentine’s day, and a few basic details about yourself. It surprised you how many messages you got in the first day of your profile being up, but unfortunately, the majority of the first messages you received were overtly sexual and were from guys with pictures of their penis’ as their icons.

You were just about ready to give up on finding a sugar daddy as decent as Paul when you had received a message that had caught your eye. It was from a sugar daddy whose icon was of their lower face and a long expanse of a pale milky neck, a huge, perfect grin on his face and a very noticeable Adam's apple. You could just about see some wispy brown hair around his neck. He looked around the same age as you, so you were surprised he was on a site like that.

What caught your eye though was the respectful message that he had sent you and the submissive undertones that bled through the message.

‘Hi, you look lovely. I’d love to know what I can do for you’. What he could do for you, not what you could do for him. You were pretty sure that he wasn’t just talking about buying stuff for you either.

Clicking through to his profile you noticed a few more pictures there was a couple more pictures of the man’s neck, another face on, but his head tilted back meaning none of his face was exposed and the other was from the side, a strong jawline visible. From this angle you could see more of his messy hair, curling lightly around the man’s neck. This man definitely had somewhat of a neck kink. Perhaps he liked receiving hickeys or maybe even light choking.

There was also a full-length photo (cut off at the neck), showing an entirely black outfit. At a closer glance you noticed the sheer expense of what the man was wearing, a Balenciaga jacket covered most of his Gucci sweatshirt and he was wearing what looked like Calvin Klein jeans, he was wearing more than you’d spent on clothes for your whole life.

Finally, there was one more picture of the man in significantly less clothing, sat on a black leather chair in what looked like quite a luxurious bedroom. Clad in just a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers, the man’s hairy thighs were spread to reveal what looked like quite a big package. There was a light smattering of dark hair across a fairly toned stomach, and you could see a Cartier ring on his long fingers now.

You couldn’t help but imagine having the man tied up in his position, teasing him and bringing him to the edge, before pulling away again…

But you were getting ahead of yourself. You bit down on your lip as you went back to your inbox and clicked on the message again.

‘What did you have in mind, sweetheart?’ You hoped you were reading the subtle cues correctly from the man, as he seemed nice and you didn’t want to offend him by making out, he was submissive if he wasn’t. You figured it was a safe message to go for as you weren’t dominating him straight away.

To your surprise, a green dot appeared next to his icon and typing… appeared at the bottom of your chat. After a minute or so, a message popped up.

‘I’d love to buy you more pretty lingerie and have you suffocated me with those beautiful thighs and pussy. I’d love to make you cum over and over again, while you don’t let me cum at all.’

You were right, he wanted you to dominate him. This sounded like one sugar daddy you could definitely get behind.

‘You can buy me the lingerie, but you can’t touch darling, no. I’d have you tied on that leather chair of yours and be teasing you within an inch of your life.’ You got into the feel of things, letting yourself take control of the conversation.

You watched typing…appear on the screen again and disappear every few seconds until a new message popped on the screen.

‘Would you let me cum?’ You could tell he was asking hypothetically, as there definitely would’ve been a couple of pleases if he was attempting to sext you.

‘Would you like me to ruin it for you? ’You typed back. You’d dominated one man who liked to be teased within an inch of his life and then to have his orgasm completely ruined.

‘Please ruin my orgasm.’ Came almost immediately after the read receipt had popped up. And then another. ‘Please, can I take you out for dinner so that we can discuss boundaries and money?’

‘You can sweet boy. Where would you like to take me?’ The pair of you arranged a time and place to meet, and you excitedly told Ellie about the sugar daddy, who was really more like a baby himself. She told you to keep her updated when you met with him, so she knew you weren’t being murdered.

You kept in contact with your sugar daddy throughout the wait to meet him and a few days before the day you were to meet, he’d paypal’d you $500 to buy things for the date. On the day that you were to meet your sugar daddy, you treated yourself to a new set of fake nails and a facial, buying yourself a new dress before going back home for a soak in the bath.

Your sugar daddy told you that he had put the booking in the name of Vernon David, to avoid anyone recognising the booking name. This told you that your sugar daddy definitely wanted to keep this quiet and that he might have some kind of big social standing if someone might recognise his name.

After you finished soaking in the bath, you dried yourself off and put your hair into curlers while you did your makeup. You wanted to create the most powerful, dominant image of yourself that you could while remaining sexy, but not looking like a whore.

You settled on a light coverage foundation, a dark red, burgundy lip and burgundy eyeshadow, with a killer liner and wing. You filled your brows in to give them a better shape and then wrestled a pair of eyelashes onto your eyes before covering your face in setting spray. You slipped into a burgundy lacy thong and then into tight, black velvet bodycon dress that reached your knees and hung off your shoulders. Finally, you slipped into a pair of black high heels and pulled the curlers out of your hair to reveal perfect curls. You felt powerful.

You got an Uber to the restaurant so you could have a glass of wine and in case your sugar daddy wanted you to take him back to his. You went straight to the Maître D and told him the name Vernon David, he responded that your date was already there and lead you to a private room in the back of the restaurant.

Your sugar daddy was already there. He was cuter than you thought he would be and looking at him you could tell that he was definitely around your age. Big brown eyes stared up at you, and a pair of pouty lips dropped open in shock.

“You-you, you’re gorgeous.” The man stood up quickly, knocking his chair to the ground and fumbling adorably. Blushing, the man chuckled and picked his chair back up before stepping towards you. You took note of what he was wearing, a black dress shirt and trousers and a pair of black dress shoes, this man really had something against colour. “David Dobrik.” He offered a thin hand to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You replied, pushing your hand into his. “But I doubt you’ll ever be using my name.”

David blushed again, rather adorably and moved round to the opposite side of the table that he’d been sat at just moments prior and moved your seat out, pushing it back in when you stood in front of it. He stumbled back to his own seat and sat down clumsily.

“Would you like some wine?” David asked as the Maître D stood by the table waiting.

“I’d love a glass of white, whatever you recommend.” This was one of the few decisions that you couldn’t make, you had no knowledge of expensive wines.

David rattled off an order for a bottle of wine that sounded expensive just by its name and the Maître D disappeared off to fulfil the order.

“So, I’m guessing you don’t recognise me?” David smiled, he didn’t seem angry or upset that you didn’t appear to know who he was, in fact, he seemed rather pleased that you weren’t aware of who he was.

You titled your head and cocked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him. “Should I?”

David squirmed under your gaze, blushing again. “No, no, not at all. Basically, I’m a YouTuber, I have 11 million subscribers. I earn my money through ads, my merch and brand deals.”

“So, you have a lot of young girls running after you.” You didn’t pose it like a question, but David blushed and nodded anyway. “But they can’t give you what you want. Or at least not without possibly exposing you to the world.”

“Correct.” David’s voice was soft, and you could tell that he was definitely missing something in his life.

“Have you had a sugar baby before?” You decided to get straight into the conversation, to find out if you were compatible with each other before you got too invested in the cute, bumbling man in front of you.

“No, I haven’t,” David answered honestly.

“Have you ever subbed for anyone before?” You were pretty certain by the way that he knew how to act with a dominant that he had subbed for people before.

David’s adorable blush reappeared. “Yes, when I was 18, I went to a BDSM club as often as I could and subbed for anyone that I could. I also subbed for my ex-girlfriend, but it was something that she wasn’t really that into.”

“I have good experiencing being a dominant too, but I am new to being a sugar baby.”

David was about to reply when a knock came from the door. David called the waiter in, who was carrying a bottle of wine in a fancy looking ice bucket, as well as two menus.

“Thank you.” David sent the waiter on his way after he poured a glass of wine out for the pair of you.

“We’re both new to this, and I think we can work this out together.” David resumed speaking after the waiter had left the room again.

“I agree. My best friend has a sugar daddy, so we can always use her experiences to help us.” You take your menu and look over it.

David smiles back at you. “Could you ask your friend how much she gets paid? I feel like if I don’t have some kind of guide, then I’ll either be not paying you anywhere near enough or I’ll be giving you everything.”

You chuckle pulling your phone out of your bag and shoot off a text to your best friend, asking for the information and telling her about your sugar daddy. “I’ve asked her. I guess we should have a price for sex sessions, dinners and sexting. I know that’s what Ellie has.” You read over the menu in front of you. “And maybe certain prices for certain sex things that we wouldn’t usually do?”

“That sounds appropriate to me.” David murmured, he hadn’t made a move to pick up his menu yet, and you wondered if he wished for you to order for him or if he already knew what he wanted to eat.

“Now, you’re into orgasm denial and ruining.” David blushed darkly, choking on the sip of wine that he had taken. “And I’m guessing you’re into choking and being marked, maybe? What about being tied up?”

David took a deep breath before answering. “Definitely the denial and ruining, and the choking. Tying up, yes, I’d like that. I’d like to be marked, but it can’t be anywhere that’s visible during day-to-day, like my neck, as much as I’d like it, because people on YouTube would notice and so would my friends.”

“So, marking anywhere that can easily be hidden.” You concluded, setting your menu down after settling on mozzarella carrozza and arrabbiata. “What else are you into?”

The two of you bartered back and forth about sexual likes and dislikes until the waiter came back into the room, you ordered your meal first.

“I’ll have what she’s having.” David handed his menu back to the waiter, who smiled at you both and left with a small bow. Ah, so he did want you to decide for him.

You sat back in your chair, a slight smirk on your face, and assessed the man in front of you. David squirmed slightly under your gaze. “So, how often are you wanting to see me, and for what? I’m in college, so I have classes during the day, but my whole day isn’t full.”

“I’d like to see you every Thursday night, it’s the only night that everyone has on their own. We’re with each other all the time, so we always have Thursday nights away from each other.” David mused.

You pulled out your phone to check on your class schedules for Thursday nights, you always tried not to pick late classes, but sometimes it happened. “Yep, I’m free every Thursday night at the moment, of course, it might change next semester, but at the moment it’s okay.” It then occurred to you that tonight was a Thursday night.

A huge grin appeared on David’s face for a few seconds before he schooled his face and tried not to show his blatant excitement.

“You really need this, huh?” You tilted your head again.

David blushed. “I just get so stressed out. My videos are known for being crazy, and it’s starting to get harder and harder to find footage and editing always takes so long and then my videos are late, and it’s just stressful.”

“Hey, breathe.” You smiled at the man, who blushed again.

“Sorry, it’s just, you’re right. I do need this.” David nodded slightly. “Everyone wants something from me, even my friends, they joke about it, but it’s true. So, I just want something for myself for once.”

“I understand David.” You smiled again.

The waiter came in with your food, and you fell into comfortable conversation about anything, and everything, the pair of you figured that since you were going to be seeing each other a fair amount you should be well acquainted with each other. Ellie had texted back too, so you had discussed the amounts that David would pay you for certain things, at least to start with.

As the meal drew to a close, David started to shuffle again. “Do you- would you- please will you maybe come back to mine?”

“Of course.” You smirked widely and looked over the blushing man.

David settled the bill and then led you out to his Tesla. Boy, this man obviously had more money than he knew what to do with.

“The only person that should is at my house right now is Natalie, she’s my assistant, but she knows what’s going on… she’s my best friend too, I tell her everything.” God, he had an assistant? How live in his house? You could barely afford your flat that you shared with two of your best friends. You wondered if Ellie felt this way when she started seeing Paul.

You lowered your voice slightly. “But she couldn’t give you what you need, huh?” You placed your hand on David’s thigh and squeezed it gently. In turn, David shivered slightly.

David didn’t live too far from the restaurant, so before you knew it, he was fumbling with his clicker, because apparently, he lived in a massive house that needed a gate. Then he was pulling you through the doorway and down the hall and into his room. He left you alone in his bedroom to go and speak to Natalie quickly.

You looked around David’s room, recognising small details from the photos on David’s profile. Your eyes fell on the leather chair from the picture with David in just his boxers and smirked. This would be perfect.

The door slammed shut, a little too hard, and David was stood there shuffling again. “What are your safe words?”

“Green for good, yellow for slow down and talk, red for stop.” David stumbled over the words slightly, trying to get them out quickly but correctly.

“Good boy. Get me your restraints.”

David’s eyes widened at being thrown into the scene so quickly but glinted with pleasure and scurried over to his bed, pulling back the covers and kneeling on the floor. David pulled out a large back box, locked with a combination lock, which you raised your eyebrow at. He entered the combination and pulled the lock away from the box. He flipped the lid and turned the box towards you.

“Strip and sit on the chair.” You pointed towards the leather chair. David scurried off the bed, and you could see him hurriedly stripping as you gazed at the box. There were two pairs of handcuffs and four soft restraints, which you plucked from the box, there was a paddle and a whip and a wand vibrator. The final item in the box was a plastic cock cage, the key in the lock so that it wouldn’t be lost. You picked up the wand vibrator as well and flipped the box shut.

You turned back to where David was sat naked on the chair, his cock slightly hard with anticipation between his thighs.

Leaving the vibrator on the bed for now, you took the soft restraints and made your way over to David. “I’m going to tie your arms and legs to the chair. Colour?”

“Green.” David’s voice was breathy with excitement, and you watched as his hands shook with anticipation.

Taking the restraints, you tied David’s hands and legs to the chair, noticing that David’s cock had perked up completely and was now stood up proudly between his legs.

Remaining fully dressed, you bent down and captured David’s lips in a biting kiss. David remained pliant and let you lead the short kiss. You trailed your right hand up David’s right arm and let it settle on his shoulder, your thumb coming out to rub against the base of his neck. At that, David whimpered slightly.

During this first session, you weren’t going to limit the sounds David was making, because you needed to know how much he actually liked certain things that you were doing.

You manoeuvred your hand, so it was wrapped loosely around David’s long neck. You gently rubbed your thumb over his Adam’s apple. “Colour?”

“Green. Please...” David whimpered, pushing at your hand slightly.

“Please what, sweetheart?” You made as if to remove your hand from his throat.

“Please choke me, miss,” David begged, a whine to his tone.

With a wide smirk, you tightened your grip around David’s neck, inciting a choked moan. “Green, green, green.” David murmured, throwing his head back and showing you more of his neck.

You tightened your grip slightly, but not to the extent that David clearly wanted. Your other hand trailed up David’s thigh and lightly brushed against his cock. David bucked his hips up, but you tutted and pulled away.

“No moving, sweetheart.” You hand loosened on his throat in warning.

With a whimper, David sat as still as he could, batting wide wanting eyes up at you. “Please, ma’am.”

You squeezed at his cock, his eyes widening further. “Thank you, miss.”

You smirked at him nastily and leisurely pumped up and down his cock, twisting your hand or squeezing every so often. Your other hand tightened again on his throat and leant down to nip at his chest. “You like that, sweet boy?”

David opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a garbled moan, so he nodded slightly against your hand. Your submissive whimpered as he became overwhelmed with all the feelings.

“Colour?” You loosened your hold on David’s throat so he could speak clearly.

“Green, miss, please.” David’s voice was hoarse from the choking and breathy from his pleasure.

David’s breath got heavier, and his hips twitched more and more as he got closer and closer. Just as he was about to orgasm, you pulled away completely, causing David to whine loudly and his head to fall downwards to his chest.

You chuckle lowly. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Didn’t you get to cum?” You smile nastily and observe the young man in front of you. David’s hands are clenched, and his thighs are tensed, his breathing is haggard, and you notice there is sweat rolling off his forehead when his head snaps back up.

“No, miss, please, miss.” David whimpered, begging prettily with his eyes.

You scoff. “You really think I’ll let you come, sweet boy?”

David let out a loud whimper. “Colour?” You asked again.

“Green.”

“Good, I want you on the bed now.” You untied the restraints and took them off of David’s wrists and ankles.

“There are restraints attached to the bed, miss, they’re hidden under the sheet,” David told you, and as you looked at the padded headboard you understood, you couldn’t tie restraints to a padded headboard.

“Good boy, thank you. Can you stand up for me, sweet boy?” David stood up shakily, and you wrapped an arm around his waist. “Good boy.” Together you made your way to the bed, and as David arranged himself on the bed you pulled out the restraints from under the sheet, and David pulled them out from his side.

“Thank you, sweet boy.” You attached the restraints to David’s wrists and ankles, leaving him spread eagle in the middle of the bed.

“You’re gorgeous, miss.” David licked his lips.

You tutted and sat on the bed and reached over to David’s cock, which was still hard and pointing towards the ceiling, squeezing it with a smirk. “You want to come, sweetheart?”

“Yes please, miss.” David whimpered, lifting his head to look at where your hand was rubbing over the head of his cock. Leaning over, you pushed another pillow under David’s head, so he could look at you without straining his neck, you were supposed to be relaxing him not making him hurt himself.

“Alright, let’s see what we can do.” You moved so you could straddle David’s lower thighs and then bent down to press a chaste kiss to David’s lips. Your left hand caressed David’s neck and then squeezed it gently, your other hand continued to pull at David’s cock, and you bent your head to bite at David’s nipples. “Let me know when you’re going to come, sweet boy.”

“Yes, miss, thank you miss.”

You grinned nastily at him, you weren’t going to let him cum that easily, and he knew it just as well as you did, more than that he didn’t want you to let him cum so easily.

You continued to pump at his cock, tightening and loosening your hold on his neck until he whined out “Gonna cum, gonna cum, miss.” And then you pulled away again, hands uncurling from his neck and cock respectively.

“No, no, no, please, miss.” A few tears ran down David’s face in pure frustration. His hands pulled at the restraints on his wrists as he pushed his body upwards.

“Colour?” You asked, gently kissing at his neck.

“Green, miss.” David’s voice had become so strained that it was barely audible.

“Good.” You wrapped your hands back around his neck and his cock and continued choking and working over respectively. This time you did intend to let him cum. David’s eyes scrunched shut, and a low moan escaped his throat, sounding slightly choked by your grip on his neck.

“How are you doing, sweet boy?” You whispered into the man’s ear. Brown eyes popped open looking up into your eyes. The occasional tear escaped his eyes from his frustration, but there was a definite glint to them. David nodded his head slightly in your hand, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a slight smile.

Because of all the teasing, David approached his orgasm much quicker this time. This time when he started to whine you carried on going.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” David whined. You carried on until his cock started to twitch and then moved your hand away, completely ruining his orgasm. You watched as David’s cock bobbed in the air, spurts of cum leaving his cock and splattering over his chest. David whined, crying quietly at the completely unsatisfying orgasm.

“Colour, sweet boy?” You rubbed at the man’s quivering thigh.

“Green.” David sobbed.

“Such a good boy, David, such a good boy.” You gently kissed his lips as his orgasm finished.

David let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. “Uh, uh.” You warned, swatting him on his thigh. “You have to pleasure me now, you naughty boy.” You ran a finger down his softening cock, making him flinch and snap his head towards you.

“Please miss, let me eat you out,” David begged.

“Okay, sweet boy, as you’ve been such a good boy.” You climbed off the bed and kicked your shoes off and pulled your dress off. David’s eyes widened as they flickered over your figure, your breasts were bare, but your most private place was still covered by your thong.

“You like the view, sweetheart?” David’s head bobbed up and down as he stared at your breasts. You chuckled and pushed your thong down your legs, revealing a well-groomed pussy.

You climbed back on the bed, straddling David’s upper chest and looked down at his face. “You want me to suffocate you with my thighs, sweet boy?” You stroked the side of his face, wet with tears of frustration and sweat.

“Yes please, miss,” David begged. “Please suffocate me with your thighs.”

You smiled at the man. “Colour, sweetheart?”

“Green.”

“I’m going to have to untie one of your hands, so you can pinch me if you need to safeword out, sweet boy.” You told him as you untied his left hand.

“Yes, miss.” David bobbed his head and watched as you rubbed at his wrist to restore the circulation to his hand.

You arranged yourself over David’s face and went for one last safe word check before you settled down. After all, the main thing about dominant/submissive relationships was that all the power was actually with the submissive, they had a chance to stop the activities at any time. “Colour?”

“Green, miss!” David pulled at your thigh with his free hand.

“Ah, ah, pushy! Keep that hand to yourself unless you need to safeword out.” You settled yourself down onto David’s face and felt a tongue immediately flick over your clit and then flatten over it, applying light pressure.

“Such a good boy.” You held onto the headboard with one hand and held your thigh with the other, for balance, so you didn’t end up literally sitting on David’s face and genuinely suffocating him.

You pushed a little bit more of your weight downwards and moaned as David wiggled his tongue into your opening and began to fuck in and out of it. “Good boy.” You cooed, hand trailing up to your breast and pinching at your nipple. “You’re making me feel so good, sweet boy.” Your praise made David double his efforts, and you mentally added ‘praise kink’ to your information stored away about David.

David began to spell his name out on your clit, and if you hadn’t have been so into what David was doing to you, then you would’ve spanked him for his cheekiness. You did not belong to him in this situation, he belonged to you.

The pressure on your clit intensified and you began to throb as your climax came closer. “Such a good boy, you’re going to make me cum, sweet boy.” You murmured, throwing your head back with a groan. Your hips began to stutter as you reached your climax. “Gonna cum, sweet boy.” You came with a strangled moan and leant your weight on David’s hand, which had wrapped around your face.

When you regained your breath, you climbed off David’s face on shaky legs and reached up to let David’s other hand down. You gave his right wrist the same treatment you had given to his left, rubbing the joints back into circulation and let it rest on your thigh. Then you took the restraints off of David’s ankles and gave them the same treatment.

You looked up to see David not-so-subtly rubbing his hand across his face, to rid himself of your wetness. You giggled slightly. “Would you like a real orgasm, sweet boy?”

“Yes please, miss.” David’s eyes shone with excitement and then dulled slightly as he wondered if you would edge him or ruin it again. You knew he was at the end of his tether and would probably safeword out if you tried to do that again, but you were a good dom, and you knew that. You were genuinely offering him an orgasm.

“I’m being serious, sweet boy, a proper orgasm and then we’ll have some cuddles.” You reached out and stroked the side of his face. David was not the type of submissive that wanted to be humiliated and really hurt, he preferred light pain and to feel loved.

“Yes, please, miss. I’d love to cum.” David’s voice was still fairly hoarse, but it had warmed up again from proper use.

You gave David a genuine smile and straddled his waist again, wet pussy sliding over David’s cock, which was slowly perking up. You lent down and took David’s lips in a gentle kiss, nibbling at his lips whenever you pulled back.

David’s face warmed up with slight embarrassment at the attention he was receiving. He hummed with satisfaction when you pulled back, feeling his cock completely firm between your thighs. “Condom?” You asked, moving back slightly. David reached out to his drawer and pulled a shiny gold, foil packet from inside, passing it to you with a small smile.

With care, you ripped open the packet and pulled out the slippery latex. You pinched the tip of the condom and gripped David’s cock with your other hand. Aligning the condom with the head of David’s cock you pushed it downwards, smiling as David wriggled with the slight sensation on his cock.

You gave David’s cock a few experimental pumps to check that the condom was securely on. Then you sat up on your knees and took hold of David’s cock, lining it up with your entrance and pushing the head inside.

David’s hands settled on your hips and helped you push down, the pair of you moaning at the feeling. You trailed your hand up David’s chest and scratched at his pecks.

“Can you- will you-,” David stumbled over his words.

“You want me to choke you again, sweet boy?” You smiled at the man, he was apparently much more reserved in bed when he wasn’t fully in a scene.

“Yes please, miss.” David’s voice was much more unsure this time.

“Colour, sweet boy?” You asked, to check David was still with you.

Brown eyes looked up at you with slight confusion. “Green, miss!” David’s hands helped you up and down on his cock, faltering slightly as your hand tightened around his neck. Eyes rolling back, and squinting shut, David let out a loud whine and bucked his hips up desperately.

“Rub my clit, sweet boy.” You ordered, rubbing your thumb over your sub’s bruised lips. David extended his thumb to rub at your clit, rubbing in tight circles, at just the right pressure. “Such a good boy.” You tightened your hold on David’s neck again and bent down to bite at his lips, your hips beginning to stutter.

“I need to cum, miss.” David squeaked out, eyes shooting open again. “Can I come, miss?”

You hummed slightly. “Just wait a little bit longer, sweet boy. Rub my clit a little more, sweet boy.”

David whined, but doubled his efforts on your clit and started to buck up into you harder. You could feel the muscles of David’s thighs tense under your own as he tried to hold off his orgasm.

You felt the heat in the pit of your stomach as your orgasm approached quickly. “Just a little more, sweet boy, just a little more.” You groaned out, leaning back down to kiss David.

David whimpered as he tried to hold off his orgasm. “Please, miss, please. Gonna ‘splode.”

You felt your orgasm hit all at once and pulled back from David’s lips, giving David’s throat another squeezed. “Cum for me, sweet boy. Cum for me, it’s okay, sweet boy.” David groaned, and you felt the warmth as he shot into the condom, weakly thrusting up into you to work himself and you through your orgasms.

Pulling your hand off David’s throat, he spluttered out a couple of deep, haggard breaths, his hips stilling. You took a few deep breaths yourself and pulled yourself of David’s cock, reaching down to hold the condom on to avoid spillage.

David moved over slightly, and you collapsed next to him. You pulled the condom off David’s cock and tied it off, looking around the room for a bin and noticing one under his desk. You threw it haphazardly towards the bin, mentally reminding yourself to pick it up later and turned back to David’s drawer where you had noticed some baby wipes.

You pulled the package out of the drawer and pulled a couple of wipes out, passing one to David to fully clean his face and using the other to wipe up the drying cum from David’s ruined orgasm off of his stomach. You then delicately wiped at David’s cock, earning a light hiss from him. “Shh, it’s okay.”

Dropping the dirty wipe on the bed, you pulled out another and wiped yourself between your own legs and then throwing all three towards the bin. You laid back down again and opened your arms. “Come here, sweet boy.”

David shuffled down the bed again and curled into your arms, resting his head on your breasts. “How are you feeling, sweet boy?” You pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“So good, thank you so much,” David whispered into your chest, his hair tickling your skin.

You hummed lightly, a content smile on your face. You were pretty sure this arrangement was going to work out just fine.

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V. DINNER DATE

“Why didn't you tell me you had the tongue of an anteater? It seems like something you would've brought up once or twice since we've been in such close quarters,” O'Shea inquired as the two women strolled down Rodeo Drive. As promised, after they finished lunch Skylar took her shopping to search for a gown for the conference as well as to reward Shea for behaving so well during her little experiment. Sky’s response wasn’t immediate. She simply chuckled before removing the Prada shades from her face and using them as a makeshift headband to tame her natural curls.

“One, you never asked, and two, I’m a lesbian and an expert in female anatomy. Not knowing how to eat pussy is a disservice to myself as well as to my profession.”

“Touché,” O’Shea replied. There wasn’t much she could say after such an explanation. With that, the ladies continued their trip, spending an obscene amount of money, but Sky felt like they both deserved it. After spending several hours in Chanel, Gucci, and Christian Louboutin, the pair had dinner and then retired to their respective living quarters.

Conference Day

O’Shea sat behind the desk, iMac open to her emails, sketchbook open to her latest design, and her iPhone blasting her Créme de la Pénis playlist. The sensualness of the sexually charged lyrics helped fuel her creativity when it came to new design concepts. Just as she was finding her groove, the music stopped, interrupted by an incoming FaceTime call.

“Yes Dr. Stevens?”

“Good afternoon, Ms. Powell, you look beautiful today.” Her heart fluttered at his compliment, but she wouldn’t dare let him know that. It the short time that they had known one another, he had unlocked almost all of her sexual kinks and they had yet to have sex. O’Shea was perplexed yet intrigued and therefore continued in the sweet torture.

“Why thank you, Dr. Stevens. What do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?”

“Are you alone?”

“Skylar is in her office in the back of the store.”

“Are there any customers in the store?”

“Not right now.”

“Perfect. Grab a pair of headphones, I wanna try something.” Shea looked at the screen in confusion, but complied anyway.

“What are you wearing?”

“Well you can see my burgundy turtleneck, but I’m also wearing a leather pleated mini skirt, some fishnets and my black platform Doc Martens.”

“Mmm, that’s quite the visual, Ms. Powell. Think you can be a good girl for Daddy and play around for a bit?” The sexy voice was back and had O’Shea creating a puddle in her seat.

“That face is telling me yes, but I prefer verbal consent.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl, spread them legs for me.” As if she were in a trance, O’Shea spread her thighs and trailed her hand down to her pearl.”

“She wet?”

“Aquafina.” He smiled, revealing a new set of top and bottom grills, with the canines stretched like vampire fangs, with a dangerous glimmer in his eye.

“Should I be afraid?”

“Only if you wanna be, babygirl. But has Daddy ever given you a reason to be afraid?”

“Well it was that one time—”

“Girl shut yo ass up and pull that thong to the side.” She couldn’t help but laugh at his tone and his impatience.

“So how far does a nigga need to go with you to bring Bennie out the cage?”

“Why on Earth would you wanna meet her?”

“Well she’s clearly the one that runs the show. I just wanna see if she bout what she be talking bout,” his Oakland twang making an appearance ever so slightly.

“Be careful what you wish for, Stevens. Bennie doesn’t go back in the cage so easily when she’s summoned.”

“You let Daddy deal with that, Ms. Powell. Now like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, take two fingers.. stick them into that pretty mouth..get them wet.. and rub that clit nice and slow.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then that’ll be you all pent up and pissed off until tonight.”

“Touché,” she agrees. With that, her middle and ring fingers found her slickness, rubbing slow circles over her throbbing clit. She stared at the camera, biting her lip as his deep voice rumbled in her ear. Slow then fast then slow again she worked herself closer and closer to her release.

“You almost there, Princess?”

“Yes Daddy,” she whimpered, eying the front door as well as the door to the back office to ensure that no one caught her in her lewd act. This was the furthest she'd gotten with just her fingers in months. It had to be the combination of the movements and his voice.

“Good girl, now stop.”

“What?!” she screeched, as she was seconds from an orgasm.

“I just wanted you to get that pussy ready for Daddy. I’ll see you later on tonight.” With that, he ended to call, leaving her horny and pissed off in her seat. Her forgotten playlist was now a tease of what could've been.

“Skylar Moreau Greene!” she growled as she marched to the tiny woman’s office.

“I didn’t do it,” Sky answered, puzzled as to why O’Shea was disclosing her government name to the world.

“That blockhead friend of yours is about to come up missing!”

“What happened this time? You were just playing with ya pussy on FaceTime for him.”

“How did you—“

“Surveillance cameras, my precious.” Shit.

“Ok whatever. Anyway that nigga keeps getting me worked up and then leaving me hanging! I’m sick of it.”

“I thought you liked being edged?”

“I do when my release is the endgame. I haven’t cum in days! And no, I don’t want you to eat my pussy again even though that shit was IMMACULATE!” Skylar giggled at the admission. She’d been talking about it since the day it happened.

“O’Shea, sweetheart, I’m about to tell you something real. Erik isn’t like any other guy you’ll ever meet. His willpower and patience are unmatched, especially when he has a point to prove. The only way you’re gonna get what you want from him is by following his rules.”

“But this shit is dumb,” O’Shea pouted.

“Is it really dumb or are you just a spoiled little bitch?”

“Hey, hey! Lower your voice, ma’am. I’m in a vulnerable state and those are very triggering words.”

“I know princess,” Skylar teased, causing O’Shea to pout and stomp her way out of the office.

“I’m going to get my hair done!”

“Have fun!”

O’Shea left the salon two hours later with a large butterfly braid cascading down the left side of her face. Per Shea’s request, the stylist adorned the braid with gold charms and cording while the in-house makeup artist beat her face to the gods. They decided to go with soft glam on the face and lips, while adding gold glitter and false lashes for a bold pop. Once home, she freshened up and stepped into her dress. O’Shea stared in awe of herself in the custom ball gown Skylar had designed for Erik’s conference.

“My best friend is a flashy nigga, so his date has to match his fly.”

It was an Egyptian style white gown with gold accents and a cascading draped train. She completed the look with golden open toe high shaft stiletto gladiator sandals.

“If this doesn’t get me any dick, I’m fighting somebody,” O’Shea said as she admired herself.

Erik arrived promptly at 7:00. He stood clad in a black velvet suit with filigree detailing, black and gold Louboutin loafers, and his signature gold-rimmed glasses. His dreads were neatly braided to the back of his head and in his hands was a box of black and gold designer roses adorned with sparkling stones like the ones O’Shea had seen on Instagram. The man looked good enough to eat and though the sight before her had her essence pooling in her panties, Erik was still met with O’Shea’s attitude.

“I see someone’s still salty from earlier,” he taunted, noticing her cold demeanor.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this shit over with,” Shea fussed.

The ride to the banquet was quiet, too quiet for Erik’s liking, but he wasn’t giving in to O’Shea’s bratty antics. She needed to learn that she wasn’t the one in control of this situation and that she'd get the attention she craved whenever he chose to give it, but until then, he was content in torturing her every chance he got. He ran the tips of his fingers up the split in her dress, smirking to himself as her body inadvertently reacted to him. He watched the goosebumps spread across her skin as his fingers traveled further up her thigh and almost full out cackled at her pouting because he put both hands back on the wheel. He was sure he’d break her tonight.

O’Shea was awestruck once they finally entered the grand ballroom. The walls of the ballroom were ivory white with gold trimmings with four giant chandeliers lining the middle. Each table was decorated with black table cloths and accented with red napkins and red roses.

“Dr. Udaku, nice to see you again,” a colonizer spoke shaking Erik’s hand.

“Nice to see you as well, David. How’s Margaret?” Erik asked, not really caring about the state of the man’s wife but more so to move the conversation along. While the pair conversed about meaningless bullshit, O’Shea slipped away to grab a drink from one of the cocktail waitresses and admire the scenery. Erik caught up with her just as she'd downed her third glass, wrapping a protective arm around her waist.

“Tsk. You shouldn’t wander off like that, Princess. You'll get Daddy all worried.”

“Then Daddy should pay better attention to me,” she retorted. “And I thought your last name was Stevens. Who the hell is Udaku?”

“Mind your business,” was all he said before pulling her chair out at their assigned table. She pouted and fidgeted the entire time, making her displeasure for being there no secret to anyone paying attention. After about the fifth obnoxious yawn, Erik leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t forget you're a guest. Don't think that I won’t handle your tiny ass because we’re in public,” he threatened.

“Not worried.”

“Didn’t say you had to be.”

“Ugh, niggas make you cum once and wanna talk slick,” she spat.

“Once? That lil stunt in my office had you cumming way more than just once.”

“Nigga I’m talking tangible cum, physical orgasms.. and Shy has you beat in that department. Compared to her, your head game is mediocre.”

“Mediocre?!” he whisper yelled, causing a few heads to turn their way.

“I said what I said,” O’Shea answered, taking another sip from her champagne. He didn't respond and they sat in silence listening to the speaker.

After enough time had passed post spat, the pair began engaging in comfortable conversation with the other couples at the table. For a second, O’Shea had forgotten all about the dormant beast that sat to her left until his right hand found her bare left thigh again, squeezing the flesh roughly. O’Shea bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from moaning aloud, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Dr. Nigga as he continued his sweet torture. He kept kneading and squeezing her thigh, causing her to clench her thighs together. She was unable to contain the squeal that left her lips as Erik smacked her outer thigh, causing her to spread her legs.

“Are you alright, O’Shea?” David asked, genuinely concerned by her sudden outburst.

“Y-Yes, I’m fine,” she stuttered out. Erik’s face remained neutral as his hand continued its quest upward into her panties where he found her throbbing clit. His thick fingers massaged slow circles, causing her wetness to pool once again. O’Shea tried desperately to close her legs, but it was useless. With his free hand, Erik took a sip of his water before leaning casually over to whisper in her ear.

“Try to close them again and I’ll bend you over this table,” he threatened with another smack to her outer thigh. O’Shea whimpered softly as she looked up at him and then down to her lap where she could see his fingers working their magic on her sensitive nub, her dress pooled in her lap. After the speaker made a small joke, the room laughed politely and Erik smiled at O'Shea sweetly before leaning back down to her.

“Is Princess gonna listen to Daddy?”

She closed her eyes and nodded, too far gone in the pleasure. Eyes still trained forward as the guest of honor spoke, Erik moved her panties to the side and slid two of his fingers into her, making ‘come hither’ motions against her g-spot.

“Oh fuck,” O’Shea moaned as silently as she could manage before putting a fist to her lips, biting down on her knuckles. David's attention was drawn again and he looked from O'Shea who seemed to be in great discomfort to Erik.

“Erik,” he whispered aggressively. Erik's face was of someone completely uninterested in what was going on and David pointed subtly at O'Shea, “Help her,” he implored shamed by Erik's lack of attention to her condition as he was hailed to be a capable and sought after doctor.

“Do you want my help,” he innocently blinked at O'Shea who was breathing heavily with her hand at her mouth so not to cause anymore attention.

“O'Shea?” He watched her face in faux concern as if he wasn't the source of her unraveling. “I think you might need some more attention,” he smirked as David finally turned away satisfied with Erik's involvement.

Erik’s deep chuckle was back at her ear as he pushed his digits as far into her as they would go, causing her essence to gush down his knuckles. O’Shea couldn’t take it. The forbiddenness of what they were doing had her wetter than she had been in a while and her orgasm was building fast. She leaned her head on his shoulder, whimpering so that only he could hear.

“Erik please..”

“So sweet now,” he murmured teasingly. “Please what, Princess?” She had begun rocking her hips to match his rhythm and aid in her completion.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered as his fingers increased in speed, repeatedly stroking her gspot.

“Cum for Daddy, babygirl,” he purred, using his thumb to simultaneously massage her clit. She dug her nails deep into the rich material covering his thigh, biting her lip hard to mask her moan as her orgasm overtook her. David looked over to the pair, noting the sated look on Shea’s face.

“Are you sure you’re alright, O’Shea? You look flustered.”

“N-No sir. I’m totally fine.”

“She just needs some water,” Erik interjected. “Drink some water,” he directed O'Shea and she picked up her glass taking a sip and nodding. “She tends to get flustered in crowds. We're trying out a harmless little therapy tonight,” Erik lied as he pulled his hand from between her thighs, discreetly slipping his fingers into his mouth as David and another woman at the table listened with interest of the therapeutic method. The sight alone had O’Shea clenching.

“Isn’t that right?” he asked as he licked the last of her essence from his middle finger.

“Right,” she answered, taking a sip from the glass of water he slid in front of her since she'd finished her own.

“Ahem, if you all will excuse me, I’ll be right back,” Erik announced smoothly standing from the table and leaving the banquet room towards the hall of restrooms. O’Shea took a few more sips from the water glass as she tried to regulate her breathing. Meanwhile, David engaged her more in conversation mentioning relaxation techniques which worked to calm her nerves further. That was until her cell phone dinged in her clutch. She pulled it out to see one unread text message from Erik.

Bring yo ass here..

She bit her lip lustfully, as she slipped her phone back into her bag.

“Please excuse me, David. I need to get some fresh air.” With a confident stride, O’Shea, or should I say Bennie, made the short journey to the bathrooms where Dr. Nigga was waiting, leaning casually against the sink. His eyes traveled up and down her body hungrily as she stood before him.

“You gon’ take that shit off willingly or is a nigga gon’ have to rip it?”

“Nigga you will do no such thing,” she spat, planting her feet on the floor in front of him.

“Bet.” The harsh sound of ripped fabric filled the bathroom as Erik grabbed the split in her dress and tugged until the dress lay in two pieces on the floor.

“Bitch that was a $3,000 dress!” she fumed, his hand clamping tightly around her throat in response.

“What you just call me?”

“Bit—”

“Choose your words wisely, Princess,” he threatened as his fingers gripping the mound between her thighs once more, finding her throbbing core.

“That was an expensive dress Daddy,” she whimpered as she slowly starting grinding against his hand.

“You acting like Daddy can’t buy you another one, Lil’ Mama. I gave you simple instructions and you didn’t follow them so I handled it my way. Now look at you, grinding and clenching around my fingers like you deserve for me to let your bratty ass cum again.” He removed his hand from her center, sucking her juices off of his fingers. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, biting her lip as he stared down at her.

“What’s the matter, Lil’ Mama? You mad? You tired of me edging you even though you asked for this shit? Talk to Daddy.”

“I just wanna cum, Daddy. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Oh you begging now? That’s cute. This must be the little girl in you. What was her name, Buttercup?” Her face heated. She knew he knew about all of her submissive personalities, but she didn’t expect him to bring out her Little Girl so quickly.

“Yeah, that’s my lil’ baby right there. You know, Bennie really hurt Daddy’s feelings earlier. She told me my head game was mediocre. You don’t think that, do you baby?” he asked as he stroked her cheek.

“I think I need to experience it again, Daddy. I don’t really remember.” He smirked before lifting her in his arms and placing her legs on her shoulders. He stepped closer to the wall so she’d be able to lean her body back and began feasting from her. His thick tongue snaked its way into her entrance, thrusting back and for the way his dick wanted to.

“Eyes on Daddy, Lil’ Mama,” he purred as he flicked his tongue against her clit before sucking it gently. He spelled both of their names against her clit, effectively drawing 3 more orgasms from her before settling her back on her feet.

“Daddy’s baby feel better?” She smiled goofily, nodding her agreement. “Rate Daddy's tongue on a scale of mediocre to exceptional.”

“Phenomenal,” she grinned. He collected the ruined dress from the floor and deposited it in the trash before draping his coat around her shoulders. She was thankful that he was so big, his large coat masking the fact that she was completely naked underneath. Erik went back to the table to say his goodbyes, blaming their sudden departure on O’Shea having sensory overload, being tired, and suffering a wardrobe malfunction.

“Oh, it was great to see you again, Erik. Good to meet you as well O'Shea. Take care of her,” David said innocently, waving his goodbye.

“I will,” Erik nodded curtly turning to lead O'Shea to the exit with his lips to her ear whispering all the while.

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