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neighbors. chapter 6. (d.d)
A/N: I have to be awake in 45 minutes!!!! I am so tired. This chapter is a lil shorter than the rest but that’s because I wanted to get it out while I could, I’ll be busy all of tomorrow. Enjoy <3 -hailey
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Warnings: semi-public sex, smut lol
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neighbors. chapter 5. (d.d)
A/N: pls don’t kill me. i swear. i had to do it. -hailey (also i’m on mobile i’ll put in a read more once i get home)
WC: 3.1K
Warnings: smutty ig
He fucks you before he lets himself tell you the truth. You let him fuck you before you let yourself tell him the truth. There was one, teeny, tiny, unexpected, maybe-shouldn’t-be-called-an-issue, but it is one: issue. You can’t take it back, either, because you want it too much.
David had played a sneaky game, stepping away from dinner under pretense of using the bathroom before locating the nearest bodega in search of condoms. He condemned himself for it his entire walk and purchase, softly cursing at himself under his breath. He, of course, quickly obtained them, opening the box on his walk back to the restaurant and tossing the evidence, sliding its contents into his back pocket. David thinks he’s slick as he arrives at the restaurant and places himself in the seat next to you, cheeks pink. You immediately look at him skeptically.
“What did you do?”
“I just, um-,” he scratches his head, voice low, “you wanna have sex tonight? ‘Cause I-,”
“David! You did not!” you gasp, hand covering your mouth as you try to stifle your laugh. Your giggles make him flush a deeper red, palm pressed against his face. He only nods in response.
“I mean, I guess. Only this once.”
He nods again, changing the subject and continuing business as normal. Dave eventually becomes impatient, feeling as though the dinner is purposely being dragged on longer than usual. It gets the best of him, mind swirling with thoughts of you, feeling thirteen again as he attempts to scoot closer to you in the shared booth. You and the girls are paying no attention to him, sipping on wine and carrying a casual conversation. Your hand finds his shoulder, not thinking twice as you have a side conversation with Francine before you feel his hand slide up your thigh, stopping halfway up. You clear your throat in response, crossing your legs in an attempt to hide his hand from Francine.
You finish your sentence and turn to him, “What are you doing?” you whisper, removing your hand from his shoulder and placing it over his. He shrugs, face in his phone as he scrolls through his Twitter feed.
“You wanna go to the room?” he asks, avoiding your question, eyes not leaving his screen as he moves his hand again. He makes a point of lacing your fingers together, hand still on your thigh.
“No. You can wait,” you roll your eyes, turning away from him and back to Francine. You hear him huff like a 5 year old, his thumb rubbing affectionately at the skin under your dress. David feels himself getting more and more impatient with every moment after you remove your hand from his, allowing his hand to drift further and further up your thigh before it gets smacked and relocated.
He groans lowly in frustration, feigning boredom as he sits up in his seat, adjusting his dick discreetly and asking politely, “Y/N, can we go to my room? I have to work on something.” You look up at him from your wine glass, eyebrows raised before you give in, nodding. He attempts to hide his relief, sliding out of the booth before taking your hand in his, aiding you as you stand. He pulls his wallet out, handing Natalie one of his cards and his camera, bidding the girls his goodbyes. You insist you’ll meet them back at Francine’s apartment and follow him out of the restaurant.
He holds the door open for you, immediately groaning, “Holy fucking shit, I’ve been hard ever since I got back and that’s the one time you guys decide to talk for 5 more hours?” You laugh at him as you begin to walk, pointing out his exaggeration of time.
“Literally, Y/N, if I don’t cum within like, an hour tops, I’m going to die of blue balls,” he complains as you flag down a cab.
“Well, pretty sure no one told you to go out and buy condoms in the middle of dinner,” you retort as he holds the car door open for you, taking your hand in his. He climbs in next to you as you inform the driver of Dave’s hotel address. Once you pull off and into the street, you push up the partition.
“We’re getting fucking tested when we’re back in LA,” Dave promises in a whisper, pulling you closer to him in the backseat as his hand slides up your dress again.
“Absolutely not. Don’t you remember the words, ‘just this once,’ coming out of my mouth?” He wraps his free arm around your waist, leaning his head into your neck.
“You’re trying to kill me, Y/N, I swear to God. Can’t we just fuck on the side?” He mumbles, teeth nipping at the skin by your collarbone. You tug him up by his hair as his hand continues to travel further north. You don’t stop his hand as he jerks your underwear down your legs and throws them haphazardly into your purse.
“Stop thinking with your dick; you know that’s not a good idea.” He nods, muttering a wimpy I know as you pull him into a kiss. You let your hands search his pockets for his wallet amid the kiss, pulling away to see how much cash he has on him.
“Look at you,” he observes almost too affectionately, pushing your hair out of your face, “What happened to not wanting me to pay for anything?” David moves his hand from your thigh to the side of your neck, sliding in between your hair as he kisses at your cheek and down your neck sloppily. Part of him cares about being so public in his desire, but he can’t bring himself to do anything about it. The aged man driving is probably used to it (at least that’s what David tells himself).
“I will do anything if it means you buy shit for me. Stop paying attention to him, he can’t see us. Pay attention to me,” you plead, leading his face down your neck.
“Good to know,” he hums in response, pushing your hair past your shoulders for easier access, “So, does that include bribing you into doing this with me again?”
“Don’t be a smartass,” you reply, “I’m not trying to be your sugar baby. I can support myself.” Dave groans against your skin in frustration.
“So you’ve said,” he responds, voice dripping with sarcasm, “But that’s not what it’s about, is it? You liked when I bought you that dress last night, that expensive dinner, the heels, this dress…It’s not about what it is or you being able to buy it for yourself, you like it because I bought it for you.” He’s prying.
“Come onnnnn. You don’t like the sound of me dropping five thousand dollars in your bank account and telling you to go shopping for me? I can PayPal you a few thousand right now and we can go to Bergdorf’s tomorrow morning before our flight. You can try shit on for me. Suck my dick in the dressing room?” David is in front of your face now, almost in a kiss as both of his hands slide up your thighs and under your dress once more. You shiver against him.
“Cartier? Get you rings of your own?” He adds unnecessarily, his point already having come across.
“I am not having this conversation with you right now,” you whisper.
“You’ve lived your whole life in luxury, designer everything, and it takes me to get you all breathless over it? What does that say about you, baby?” Dave takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, forcing you to look at him. It’s the first pet name he’s called you. “Answer me.” You don’t.
“Tomorrow. Bergdorf’s, Dolce, Cartier, Tiffany’s, Versace, Fleur du Mal, and we have a deal.”
“Fleur du Mal?” he cocks his head to the side.
“Lingerie.” He doesn’t give you a full reply as a delicious moan works its way out of his throat and into your mouth as he kisses you, both hands finding your waist. He pulls you closer to him as he leans his body weight against the interior of the car door, arm rest digging into his back. Dave doesn’t think about it as you climb into his lap and grind your hips into his. He tries to ignore your lack of undergarments.
“Does this arrangement include me calling you Daddy?”
He ruts your hips into his again, letting out a groan, “Oh, fuck, I didn’t even think about that. You want to?” You shrug in his hold, indifferent. You weren’t going to try it out now. Maybe once you’re in the room.
“What the fuck is taking so long?” He mumbles against your lips. Dave feels 16 again as he becomes aware of how desperately he’s grinding into your hips.
“Baaaaabe, we were in Jersey City and you’re staying in the Upper East Side. We’ve got like, 15 more minutes at least.” You emphasize the pet name. He’s getting needy and whiny, attaching your mouths once more to try to subdue the thoughts stemming from the lack of friction his dick was receiving.
“I did not work as hard as I did, graduate from Yale, or move across the country to be a sugar baby for a dude I’ve known for two days.”
“You know that you didn’t have to work that hard. What schools did your parents go to?” This is odd dirty talk.
“Harvard and Princeton.”
“Yeah, you didn’t need to work that hard. Fancy Manhattan private school, parent alumni,” he kisses down your shoulder, “you were practically born with an Ivy admission. You could’ve gotten in with a 2.0 GPA-,”
“Fuck you,” you breathe, wanting to push him away as he moves to kiss down your chest.
He pushes your dress out of his way as he continues, “You worked that hard because you wanted to feel like you did it, you didn’t wanna be some weird shadow of your parents. ’S that why you’re in LA? New York rich kid complex, I guess.” He mumbles against your skin as you tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him up to your mouth.
“You think you’re in charge now, but if you say one more word about my life - ,” he doesn’t let you finish, murmuring a half-hearted mmhmm as you muster a small, I am so much richer than you.
It takes him off guard, slightly pulling back and saying, “So we both know money doesn’t actually mean shit in the long run.” You nod in his hold, hands against his chest.
“But you still wanna do this with me?” You look up at him, nodding slightly again as you run your hands over his shoulders. It’s a double entendre; he’s asking for solidified consent, but also pointing out the hypocrisy of what both of you agreed to.
“Oh, so you’re a whore,” he pulls you into him, “I’m just kidding, baby. Don’t get so tense.” At this, he adjusts you in his lap, purposely sliding his hands up your dress as he attaches your mouths. He wants to hear the noises that slip out of your mouth every day until he dies.
“Mmm, babygirl, stop,” he gently pushes you away after a while, pulling out his phone. You’re almost offended, still sitting in his lap, underwear still off, before he opens the PayPal app. He passes you the device and watches as you quickly type in your username and hand it back to him. Your head is resting on his shoulder as he sends you ten grand at the drop of a hat. Your eyes widen and you choke, clearing your throat as your phone chimes with the notification.
“Is that enough for you?” He asks, hand on your hip as he texts Natalie and tells her to not worry about the ten thousand dollars he just sent you. He knows she’ll bombard him with questions about it later. Dave makes sure to add on a Don’t come to the room just yet. We’re gonna fuck.
“We’ll see.”
“Just because you’re rich too doesn’t mean you can be a brat for me,” David says too nonchalantly, shoving his phone back in his pocket as the sentence sends shivers down your spine. He digs his fingertips into your hip, hard enough for bruises to remain. You’re pulling up to his hotel as Dave pulls out two twenties and tosses them through the now open partition. He opens the door too quickly, taking your hand in his as he helps you out onto the curb and tugs you inside of the lobby. His fingers are itching to touch you as he presses the elevator button.
David even gets impatient waiting for it, sighing as the doors ding open. He immediately presses his floor and the button that closes the doors, kissing you again as soon as it complies with his orders. He had dressed up for dinner, wearing a black button down, whose collar is now tight in your hands as you pull his mouth somehow even closer into yours.
The elevator dings again, forcing you apart, reaching for each other’s hands and hurrying down the hallway quietly. David, as always, fumbles with the key card and lock.
“Daddy,” you whine, “hurry up.” He stills at the name, biting at his lips as he flushes red and clears his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs nervously as he opens the door for you, hands still intertwined. Dave spins you into his hold, letting go of the door and pushing you against it as his free hand goes to double lock it.
“Second time in this situation in twenty-four hours. I think we have a problem,” he says, now pulling you off the door and leading you to the bed, not wanting to waste any time. You don’t answer him as his fingers find the zipper of your dress, sliding it down while you kick your heels off. David gets increasingly impatient as you undress each other; you quickly unbutton his shirt and cuffs, pushing the article of clothing off of his shoulders and down his arms. He’s hurriedly able to unclasp your bra once your dress is off, the thousand dollar garments haplessly thrown on the floor.
“You want this? You want me to fuck you?” He’s searching for consent a final time, a sweet thing to do but something you don’t have time to think about as he pushes you into the bed, sliding his belt off. You whimper a yes.
So he does.
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You’re both half asleep in each other’s arms as his phone begins to ring at midnight on the dot. You’re both still buzzing from your orgasms, skin still sweaty and sticky as he moves, getting up to slide his boxers on and answer his phone. He presses accept as he crawls back into bed with you, fingers carding through your hair as you lay your head on his chest.
“Are you guys done yet?” you hear Natalie’s voice on the other line, “‘Cause I’m super tired.” You look up at him, concerned, before he gives you a reassuring look.
“Nat, she’s asleep, can you just like, sleep at Francine’s? I feel really bad waking her,” he lies through his teeth, hand now sliding up and down the sides of your bare torso.
“Yeah, I can, I guess. What’s up with the ten grand?”
“I’ll tell you later. It doesn’t really matter. Do you need to come by here for stuff? Like, for your contacts?” She tells him yes, that she’ll be by soon, and for him to put some clothes on. Dave hangs up, placing his phone on the nightstand before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Speaking of ten thousand dollars, we need to talk about that,” he says, “Do you actually want to? 'Cause I mean, I’m down -,”
“It’s not that which concerns me,” you reply, drawing circles into his chest with your fingertips, “It’s just like, I don’t - I don’t wanna get hurt.” You feel like a child giving a wimpy confession, but he doesn’t pay any mind to it.
He scrunches his eyebrows together, pulling you closer into his torso as he processes it, “I won’t - like, that’s not an intention of mine-,”
“Yeah, but it happens. It’s why I wanted you to get over whatsherface first.” He shrugs under you.
“I haven’t even thought about her all day. I probably wouldn’t have. I don’t know, Y/N,” he changes the subject and strokes his hand down your arm, “I think it’d be fun. I’ve never done it before.”
“And if we start dating?”
“Then I will be a very, very generous boyfriend who you just so happen to call Daddy, 'cause holy fuck that was hot.” He tips your head up from his chest so he can kiss you properly, pulling you closer by the back of your neck.
You pull away and out of the kiss, “If we do this, I’m expecting to end up in a relationship with you. I really like you.” Your admission makes him smile and his heart flutter, his hand on your cheek as he murmurs his reciprocation and kisses you again.
You continue that way for a few minutes, hands delicately feeling each other’s skin as you kiss softly. It’s sweet, slow and lazy, minds somewhere else as you hear a key swipe through the reader on the door. The handle turns and Natalie is unable to open it; David had double locked it. You hear her mutter a Damn it, David before David’s phone chimes with a text from her.
He groans softly, pulling away from the kiss. Dave whispers an order for you to pretend you’re asleep, pressing a kiss to your cheek, but you peek at him as he pulls a shirt and sweatpants on before opening the door.
Natalie creeps in, attempting to be quiet as she unzips her suitcase.
“Did you guys just come here to fuck?” She asks him as he shrugs in response, moving to slink back into the sheets next to you.
Natalie eyes him, gathering her belongings, as he embraces you in his arms.
“Her friends like you, you know. They think you’ll be good for her. You like her?” David keeps his hand on your waist, nodding at Natalie.
“Yeah, I do. A lot. She’s great.”
“I knew you would. She’s cool. She really likes you, too,” Nat smiles at him, filling her purse with items required for her stay at Francine’s.
She’s heading for the door before stopping, turning to Dave and admitting, “Be careful, David. I think this’ll be good for you, but I don’t want you hurting her or her hurting you. It sucks to see you like that. I love you. Text me in the morning when you guys are up.” He doesn’t have a chance to respond before the door shuts.
neighbors. chapter 4. (d.d)
A/N: Okayyyy please don’t kill me. I don’t watch Liza at all and of course, this is just a fanfic lol. Enjoy, please tell me if anything seems off or whatever, you know the drill! <3 xoxo - hailey
Word Count: 3.1k!
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neighbors. chapter three. (d.d)
A/N: Okay so hi!!! This is part 3. Not much to say about it except I hope you like it and my inbox is always open for criticism. love u thank u queenies lmk what u think xoxo -hailey (ps thank you to @alrightinbed-betterwithapen for always proofreading my shit I love u bitch)
Warnings: liiiiggghhhtttt smut, cursing, that’s about it?
WC: 3.1k!
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Now that’s what I’m talking about
wow I really don’t know what to say, I am beyond grateful, the fact that you guys take the time to read my stories(that may not be good at times haha) and like my edits, means the world to me! Thank you so much for 200 followers :’) ❤️❤️❤️
also I will be updating stand off and hopefully bittersweet soon!
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Hey you doing okay?
Better anon! Ty for checking in ♥️♥️♥️
Hey y’all! ♥️♥️♥️
Thank you guys for bearing with me while I took sometime away from social media to get my head back where it needs to be. I’ve suffered with BP type two for a long time now but the strength and quickness of the depressive episodes still catch me off guard.
I’m def not one hundred yet, but I feel worlds better (I showered yayayay!)
I want to specifically thank my followers who’ve reached out anonymously and whatnot. Your kind words really did mean so much to me. In moments like those where I lose motivation to function, I feel like a gigantic pos. It’s like I’m choking with the inability to reach out to those who care cause I think I’m a burden. But the messages were amazing and really helped when I was at my worst.
Your guys words brought happy tears to my face and all I can say is thank you for caring enough to reach out. Besides my anons I’d like to personally thank @poisxnyouth @ddobrikvhs @occasionally-angelic @daviddobrikloml @you-think-its-trash-granny and @gracefulfangirling for all reaching out to me. Srs your words helped get me out of bed. (Also won’t be posting most of those, because they mean the world to me and I wanna keep em)
I am back, is basically what this post is, and with forty percent less depressive bullshit lol. I don’t have an actual schedule out for my works, but they will prolly trickle in slower. I do know they will be posted in this order though:
-Break Up Angst Part Three
-Clever Little Things part six
-Blue part six
-Mob Boss AU chapter two
Requests are always open, but I’ve made a personal decision to not start any of those until I have the time and head space to put out quality material. I wanna try to finish all three of my series’ before I start working on requests or prompts again.
But send them all ya want, I love your guys creativity!
Anyway long rambling post done.
I love you guys and ty for giving a fuck about a silly lil writer who has a penchant for sadness. Y’all are the bomb and I’m TOO lucky to have y’all in my life.
hey ily and you're the best and most badass talented bitch out here so i hope you'll feel better very soon, we all love you 💕💕
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Ty babe. I super appreciate that, I hate letting you guys down but I’m truly blessed with such awesome readers and followers.
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need more clt and blue ASAP!!! you’re an amazing writer and I’m hooked :) I know you need time but I’m anxiously waiting haha
Thank you so much! It always amazes me that you guys enjoy my rambling.
I’m so sorry I haven’t posted anything.
I’ve been having a couple bad mental health days and can’t bring myself to write right now.
I’m so sorry you guys, I love you all and hope I’ll get posting soon. It’s just a struggle to get outta bed rn.
Thank you all for reading my stuff and I’ll get more content out when I’m feeling more myself.
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[not all men]
you’re right, david dobrik would never treat me like this.
Unpopular opinion I would rather Ilya and Natalie be together than David and Natalie
An unpopular opinion I can get behind!
Can they just braid each other’s hair, get drunk and bang plssss???
I’m not asking for a lot....
Ilya and Natalie would be cute okay? People should write more about them
They should! And I will in the future when I’m not buried under different series’ lmao
Ilya and Nat are big ol giant dorks and I wanna watch them make out so bad.
Natalie would kill it as a seductive assassin we all know it
Yes she would and yes she will!!!! Reader and Nat are gonna be besties.
Two sexy ass mercs that are surrounded by a bunch of moron men that know how to use guns???
That’s a literal fantasy!
neighbors. chapter two. (d.d)
A/N: whew! Sorry this took so long, I’ve had such a long week and wrote myself into a corner for a little bit. I hoooooope this is okay. Let me know if anything seems out of character, if you like something, if you don’t, etc etc! All criticism is always appreciated (: Let me knooooow! - hailey
Warnings: drinking & cussing
Word Count: 3.2k on the dot!
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