Bad boy 80s dave, I feel like if yall made out and you were on his lap he would like grind your hips into his until he like... yknowwwww but like dominant. (If ya could make that a fic that would be amazing :3)
anon!!!! this is so good like. could you imagine???
i feel like he'd be spread out on the couch, his legs open wide, borderline manspreading and he beckons you over to him. and so you crawl on his lap, happy to get some attention from your boyfriend. you're all shy smiles and happy giggles as he runs his large hands over your body, tickling your sides and making you squirm on his lap.
everything's all innocent kisses and playful tickles until you wiggle in a certain way and feel something hard, and you immediately start feeling hot because you know what that is. dave grips your hips and guides you across his bulge again.
"keep movin', pretty girl." he mutters, leaning in to leave marks across your neck. although you hardly get the chance to move, because dave is still gripping your hips, using his strength to swivel your hips across his.
"d-davie.." you whine, already feeling your high approaching. he's just so rough. you can feel bruises starting to form on your sides from how strongly he's holding you, and the pressure he applies to grind your bodies together makes for intense pleasure.
"what? feelin' good, baby? too much?" he asks. when you nod, he quickly takes on a condescending tone.
"so spoiled.. you're just a little pillow princess, yeah?" he groans, tilting his head back after a particularly hard grind. "fuckk, m'gonna cum like this."
you wrap your arms around dave's neck, snuggling into his neck and whining as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching. all of a sudden, you feel fingers wind themselves in your hair, and yank your head back.
"don't hide, look at me when you cum," dave grits out between clenched teeth. as soon as you make eye contact with him, seeing his blown out pupils and intense gaze, you instantly crumble underneath him, mewling and writhing in his lap as you cum.
you lean forward, resting your head on his shoulder, and as you come down from your high, you realize you feel unusually wet. it’s only when you look down and see a huge wet patch on dave’s crotch and realize that you made him cum in his jeans. you blush, and he just chuckles at your shy expression.
“wasn’t lying when i said i was gonna cum, sweetheart.”