The sky glazed a deep purple as you drove down the freeway with the roof off in your convertible car so that you could feel the wind on your face. You knew David hated to be the passenger but for you he would do anything. The music on full blast, the light heat of the Californian night, the stars shining overhead; the tune changed and so began the chime of your favourite song. Suddenly overwhelmed with confidence and excitement, “I love you.” You confessed.
Summary: you’re an actress playing a part in Avengers and David refuses to visit you on set or hang out with you after you’ve been on set because he doesn’t want to get any spoilers and you slip up
A/N: I’m sorry guys but I’ve literally never seen an avengers film so I have no idea what happens and who the reader could play so just pick your fave and pretend you play that one lmao
You sluggishly turned the keys into the ignition of your car, hoping that you’d find enough energy to focus on the road back home and not crash. You’d been on set for Endgame for nearly 18 hours today and had only managed to get in barely an hours nap in between filming. As you waved goodbye to Tom, you turned up your music and sang along to the words.
You’d asked on countless occasions for David to drop by and pick you up after filming but he’d always refused; he claimed he didn’t want to ruin the film for himself, which was fair enough but was a total pain in the ass when you just wanted a hug or were too tired to drive. It wasn’t a long drive back to David’s which you were thankful for and you even dropped by Chipotle to pick up something for you both to eat. The perks of living in Studio City.
As you pulled into the driveway you looked at yourself in the mirror for the first time in hours. Shit. You were still covered in your makeup: cuts and bruises all over your face and you still even had blood matted into your hair from a head injury your character had obtained. Perhaps David wouldn’t care - he knew there were going to be fight scenes, he’d have to expect your character to get hurt at some point. Besides, it wasn’t like you were going to tell him exactly what happened. Sighing, you grabbed your keys and the bag of food and headed in.
The sun was beginning to set as you entered the house and you could tell by the mountain of shoes by the doorway that most of the group would be here. “Babe, I’m home!” You shouted out as you walked into the kitchen, grabbing yourself a plate from the cupboard. You could hear quick, heavy footsteps bounding toward you and before you knew it, strong arms were wrapped around your waist and David was kissing your neck. “Mmm, I brought Chipotle.” David gave you another big squeeze before letting you go. Your back still turned, you began to unwrap your burrito before placing it gently on the plate.
“I missed you so much. How was filming?” He asked as he pulled out the remaining contents of the bag. You turned around and David’s face dropped. He covered his eyes and pouted. “You get hurt?!” Letting out a deep breath, you closed your eyes. Your hand reached up to grab his, your eyes opening again as you pulled his hand away from his eyes.
“Dave, I’ve had a really long day of filming, I just forgot to wipe it off, okay? Besides, it doesn’t spoil anything at all, you knew that there were going to be fight scenes, right? Just because I’m pretty bloodied up in real life doesn’t always mean it will appear that way on the screen.” David nodded at your words, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears.
“Fine. But if I find out you die I will not be happy.” He declares and once his back is turned you pull a face, biting your lip to keep yourself from spoiling it for him. You picked up your burrito and grabbing the hand he had extended out for you, waiting. “Everyone’s here, we were just about to start filming a bit but I’ll wait until you go shower.” He kissed your cheek as you both made your way into the main room where everyone sat chatting. All eyes turned to you and Zane’s mouth dropped.
“I TOLD you she dies, didn’t I Heath?!” He exclaims and the whole group bursts out into a panic as you both sit down. You shake your head and allow yourself to smile as they all come up with theories as to why you’re so battered up. “Maybe she gets beaten up by Thanos and like, thrown off a cliff again or something.” Zane conspires as he watches you intently.
“You’re all wrong, by the way.” You chime in and everyone goes quiet. “I’m not going to tell any of you what happens, and like I told Dave, I look worse in real life than I do on screen. You should’ve seen the state of Tom yesterday–” You carry on before David locks his hands over his ears and begins to hum loudly. You laugh, elbowing him. “I’m only joking!” Everyone continues to banter back and forth their theories on what will happen in the film whilst you finish eating before turning to David who plants a kiss on your lips. “Tom’s still waiting to meet you, you know. He’s beginning to think I’m making you up.” A small chuckle escapes your lips.
David pouts and his hands find yours. “I just don’t want to ruin the magic of it.” Sighing, you nod your head.
“Visitors aren’t allowed on set anyway - all you’d see is our costumes.” You reason. “Tom and I would be good content for a bit in the vlog, at least think about it.” David tilted his head, nodding in agreement. Then, you leant to whisper in his ear. “Besides, maybe I’d give you the chance to fuck a superhero.”
David’s eyes lit up as he bit his lip, his eyes turned black but immediately a smile plastered his face. “Wait, Robert said he’d let me fuck him?” You shook your head, picking up a pillow and smacking him.
A/N: based off of this song by the wombats:) and also sry if this is pretty shitty, I wrote it all in one go and didn’t bother proof reading bc it’s one of those kinda evenings ehehe
summary: you’re david’s second assistant and he has a biggg crush on you but you don’t realise so you’re always hooking up with guys to take your mind off of him.
warnings: angst, swearing, fluff
“Going out again, Y/N?” David asks with a slight hint of frustration in his voice as you come into the kitchen, heels on and makeup done up with your new black dress showing off more leg than necessary.
“I can stay at a friend’s if it’s an inconvenience?” You reply, his tone taking you by surprise. You were hoping to catch his eye, not make him angry. After all, the only reason you were dressing up every night was in the hopes of one day him somehow falling for you.
David shakes his head, picking up his Chipotle order and throwing it on a plate. “I ordered some for you, too. If you’re home before the sun comes up, lock the door, yeah?” And with that he’s walking off back to his room, leaving you standing in shock as you hear his door slam. Tears threaten to prick your eyes - why was he all of a sudden acting like this? He always seemed somewhat distant with you, but never usually angry. Lost in your own thoughts, you hadn’t realised just how long you’d been stood at the kitchen counter, tears rolling down your cheeks, until you see Natalie sit up on the couch.
“He didn’t mean it, ya know.” She begins; you supposed Nat knew David best - after all, she has been his friend since they were kids. You look up from the floor, making eye contact with her. A frown immediately appears on her lips when she sees the tears. “Oh Y/N.” Nat jumps up from the sofa, walking around the kitchen counter to envelope you in a hug.
“Did I do something wrong?” You ask and Natalie pats your back sympathetically.
She knew exactly why David was so angry, but it felt wrong her telling you instead of him. “You know how he gets when he’s stressed.”
**
“Fucking hell.” David mutters as he rolls over in his bed, hearing you laughing as you open up the front door. He checked his phone - it was 3am - and he felt hopeful that maybe tonight you hadn’t brought anyone back, but his heart dropped when he heard a deep voice muttering sweet nothings as two sets of footsteps lazily walked back to your room. “Please, no.” He whispered, but your door slammed shut.
Once, just once, he wished you’d just stay in with him instead of going out with your friends. He wasn’t concerned that you were in it for the drink, because nine times out of ten you were sober when you came back to the house, but he was more concerned that nine times out of ten, you also brought someone back with you. Why couldn’t you see that he was there? David was there with open arms, ready to have you whenever you wanted him, but it seemed you never did. Natalie had told him on countless occasions that it was because he wasn’t exactly warm with you, but he didn’t know how to act cool around you. He didn’t know what to say to you to get you to like him; with Liza, it was different. He knew exactly what to say to make her laugh, but you were so different and he loved that, but you were mind boggling to him.
Sighing, he shut his eyes and tried to block everything out. He tried not to make a habit out of listening to your moans; he knew it was wrong and besides, he hoped that one day he’d be the one causing them. A few minutes pass and he was almost drifting off until he heard some commotion. “Just fuck off!” He heard you shout and he immediately jumped to his feet.
Waiting a few moments, he heard your bedroom door open up and heavy feet retreating down the hallway. “Fucking frigid bitch.” A low voice mumbled. David opened up his bedroom door, noticing your own door wide open right opposite his. The front door slammed, indicating the guy had left.
“You okay?” He asks, the sound of your sobs filling the room. You were sat on the side of your bed facing the wall, looking down at your feet. David made his way over to you, sitting down on the bed and wrapping an arm around your shoulders to which you leant into his embrace. It killed him to see you in this state - any inhibitions of him messing up had disappeared and all he cared about was making sure you were okay.
“I’m a slut.” You whispered in between cries. David’s heart broke and he held you tighter. “And don’t say I’m not because I know you think I am.” He remained quiet for a few moments, unsure of what to say to you.
“I know you’re not. A slut wouldn’t be able to admit it to herself.” Your cries ease up and you let out a sigh. Finally realising the situation you had managed to get yourself into, you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. “I don’t know what exactly what you’re going through right now, Y/N, but know I’m here for you.”
David’s arms tighten around you and you take in a big breath of his shirt, only managing to smell the shampoo he uses. “I do it for you.” You suddenly utter out, shock filling your body as you realise what exactly you just said. Breaking away from David, you manage to look him in the eye for the first time since he came to you. “I get with all these guys to hide the loneliness I get from you.”
David’s eyes break away from yours, switching to look down at his feet to avoid you seeing his eyes begin to fill with salty tears. “I don’t mean to be so distant from you.” He replies, voice cracking slightly from emotion. “It’s just it’s easier not to say anything to you and not mess up my words.” Your heart flutters - was he really saying all of this?
“I thought you hated me.” You whisper, grabbing his hand and rubbing small circles over his knuckles. He finally looks at you again, chuckling.
“I could never hate you, even when you bring awful guys home. It hurt me, yeah, but I never opened myself up to you, so I guess I deserved it.” David replies, a small smile playing at his lips. The warm light from your bedside lamp made all of his features jump out at you. He’d never looked so perfect to you.
“You didn’t deserve it.” You began and lifted your hand up to his face to push some of his hair out of his face. “None of them meant anything.”
David chuckled again, wrapping his hand around your arm. “Your moans definitely said otherwise.” Shaking your head, you looked down again.
“When you’re trying to get rid of a guy, you’ve got to be convincing.” The two of you sat in silence for a minute or so, just enjoying each other’s company, letting your hands circulate small movements on one another until David began to stand up.
“Well I should probably head back to bed–”
“Please stay.” You interrupted him, gently grabbing his arm. Your eyes interlocked for a few seconds before he got back down onto the bed, this time following you as you crawled backwards to get underneath the covers. He copied, laying down and opening up his arms for you to lay in between them, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around you.
David peppered the top of your head with gentle kisses, your body immediately relaxing. “Night, Y/N.” He whispered, his hand resting in your hair as you felt his chest rise and fall with his soft breathing.
“Night, Dave.” You mumbled a reply before drifting off into a sleep, feeling like you were exactly where you needed to be for the first time in forever.
aw ty! i would love to let you all know that i’ll be uploading a LOT in the next few days - ive been so busy recently that ive got 20+ drafts all incomplete but im getting there:)
I fucking LOVE Panic! If you haven’t heard the song before, here’s a sexy acoustic for you
I do indeed to song requests so long as I can think of a vibe to fit to the song:)
Warnings: smut
“My name’s Ryan, by the way.” The guy who had been staring at you for the past 5 minutes introduces himself. You could barely hear him over the loud music of the club you found yourself at with the rest of the vlogsquad.
“Y/N.” You reply, not entirely interested in him. You’d dressed up real nice tonight in the hopes of catching someone - David’s - attention. The two of you had been casually hooking up for the past year, an unwritten agreement to keep it strictly between the two of you. He hadn’t been with anyone except you since the Liza breakup, and he didn’t even entertain the idea of sleeping with anyone except you. You, on the other hand, had had a few one night stands with guys but it didn’t mean anything. None of them were like fucking David; he knew that.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” Ryan flirts, snaking his arm around your waist. You look around slightly, scanning the sea of people for Natalie, who you had been dancing with literally 10 seconds ago. You didn’t really feel like hooking up with Ryan tonight - you’d actually been hoping for David; it had been at least 2 weeks since the last time the two of you had last had sex, and you were craving him. Although, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think you were beginning to catch feelings. You could seriously see yourself settling down with David, but until he said anything otherwise, it was just a casual hookup. Even though he was unaware that you hadn’t even done so much as kiss another guy for months.
“Ha, thanks.” Your short reply made Ryan scrunch his nose up a little. You sigh a little - where the fuck was everyone?
“What, you have a boyfriend or something?” He asks, pulling you closer. You roll your eyes, looking around again for someone, anyone you knew. Luckily, your eyes landed on none other than David. He was staring on with jealous eyes, clearly shooting daggers at Ryan. David hadn’t told you, but for months he used the hooking up as a way to feel closer to you. He’d told himself he wouldn’t, but he was falling for you, and he could not have this guy ruin this for him.
David begins to walk over to you, noticing your obvious awkwardness in front of this guy. “Come on,” David mutters, grabbing your hand. He puts a hand on Ryan’s shoulder and begins to mutter something in his ear. Ryan shakes his head, cursing as David begins to walk off. You mutter an apology to Ryan, following David. He hands his vlogging camera to Jason, excusing the two of you, making up something about needing to get a breath of fresh air. “You like guys like that, Y/N?” David asks once the two of you are outside. His tone seemed disappointed but you also sensed a hint of rasp - you couldn’t tell if it was from shouting over the music in the club or if he was turned on. You hoped it was the latter.
You roll your eyes, noticing no one else is out here. “You know I don’t Dave. Although I could tell you were jealous.” David shakes his head, pushing you up against the wall before whispering in your ear. Definitely the latter.
“Am I who you think about in bed?” His hands were rushing all over your waist, obvious that they missed your body. “I bet I can fuck you better than he ever could.” Your lips tremble at his words - David always had a tendency to get jealous, but you’d never seen him like this before.
“David,” You manage to interject before he cuts you off again.
“I know exactly what you like, I know exactly how to make you scream.” With his words, his hands glide down to underneath your dress, rubbing over your little black lace panties. You moan with pleasure, his long fingers hitting the spot you need them to.
“Please, you know there’s no one else.” You whisper in desperation. David smirks - he knew that already, but hearing you say it turned him on even more. “No one fucks me like you do. You know that.”
“Come on.” His hands pull away and he places his palm on the small of your back, guiding you to his Tesla. He unlocks it, opening up the back doors. You clamber in, David following you. He shuts the doors, immediately pushing you down onto the backseat. “I’m going to fuck you right here.” He whispers.
David begins sucking on your neck, surely leaving love bites. “You don’t care if someone sees us?” If anyone from the group were to see you, things between the two of you were sure to get awkward. And David wasn’t exactly anonymous - people knew who he was. If anyone was to see him fucking you in the backseat of his Tesla... but you didn’t care. Not tonight.
“I don’t give a shit right now. You’re mine, and I need to prove it. Don’t act like I haven’t noticed you wearing short shorts around the house. I’ve noticed the guys checking out your ass. You’re fucking mine.” David groans as he slips his fingers inside of you. You let out a moan, a feeling of relief when you feel him begin to pump against your sweet spot. It had been too long since the last time he’d made you cum, so you could already feel your release building in the pit of your stomach.
“David if you keep this up I’m gonna cum.” You whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leans down to give you a sloppy kiss before rubbing small circles around your clit, making your back arch.
“You know it’ll always be me that’ll make you feel this way.” He whispers against your lips before pulling his pants down to his knees. In a swift motion, he manages to take off your panties and slide your dress up to around your waist. You pull down his Calvins, stroking his dick before he pushes it into you.
Groaning out in pleasure, you couldn’t help but to wrap your fingers around his floppy, black hair. His thrusts are sloppy and fast, but that’s how you wanted it. “David,” You moaned as he sunk his head down to your neck, placing kisses in between harsh breaths. “Fuck!” David grunts and you feel yourself tipping closer and closer to the edge as his thrusts pick up speed. He manages to hit the right spot each time, each thrust bringing a wave of pleasure as you couldn’t help but mumble his name.
“Oh Y/N, fuck - fuck!” He gasps as you reach your orgasm, his arriving milliseconds after yours. He continues to thrust gently, the two of you coming down from your high. David rests his head against your chest, placing gently pecks against your skin. You wrap your arms around him, closing your eyes and letting your heart rate drop back down to a steady pace. “Shit.” He whispers, laughing lightheartedly.
You smile, opening your eyes to look down at David. Beads of sweat were laced along his forehead, and he had the biggest smile on his face. “What?” You ask him, chuckling as he begins to trace his finger along your lips.
“You’re perfect.” He whispers. He leans down to place a kiss on your lips - but this kiss was different to any the two of you had shared before. He held you tightly, brushing his lips against yours slowly. It felt real, like there were real feeling involved. Surprisingly, it was actually quite rare for the two of you to kiss - on the lips, at least. There had only really been a couple of occasions over the past year. David pulls away, placing a hand on your cheek. “You have me. Y/N you really have me. I’m yours. All yours.”
You rest your head back down against his leather interior, smiling. “I know. I’m yours too - there’s no one else.” David kisses your abdomen and you sense him begin to sit up. You follow suit, putting your underwear back on and pulling your dress down.
“That’s good because I was actually planning on asking you on a date. I know you’re not really meant to have had sex before the first date, but I think we’re a valid exception.” David smiles, scratching his neck awkwardly.
You nod your head. “We’re definitely an exception.” You peck David’s lips once more. “But I’d love to go on a date with you, Dave.”
What do you think David is like when he’s jealous?
Well I think he’d get jealous easily - especially if the two of you had been keeping your relationship secret. Say, if like Heath and Zane jokingly it on you his mood would change and he’d be all pissy.
But if he’d brought you along to a party or something and some guy starts trying to flirt with you, he’d stop filming and immediately take you home to remind you who you belong to
Thank you for the request, anon! Keep sending them in:)
“I still can’t get over the fact that you set up a college fund for my kids, David.” Jason sighs. It was a typical podcast night - recording at stupid hours in the morning and going on about total shit. Tonight David and Jason were both feeling particularly sentimental, gushing about different emotions.
“My bank account can’t get over it either.” David chuckles, causing Jason to roll his eyes. Jason knew that David had a very kind heart, but he put up a comedic front.
“I didn’t know you thought about my kids though seriously, David. Like yeah you always include them in jokes but it’s nice that you actually thought about their future.” Jason comments and David nods. “Because we all know I won’t be able to afford their tuition.”
“It was actually Y/N’s idea.” David begins, and Jason gasps. “You know how much she loves Wyatt and Charley. Well, we were eating Chipotle one night and she just came up with it.” David smiles to himself, reminding himself of that night. They’d both had a few drinks, and ordered Chipotle. David’s rare drunken state also meant he had ordered the same thing three times, so David finished off what you couldn’t eat.
“Of course it was her idea, she has a heart of gold.” Jason replies, a genuine smile spreading across his cheeks.
“She does. Sometimes I worry she spends so much time looking after other people she forgets about herself. Remember when she gave up her ticket to Vegas to Dom, because she knew he was gutted he couldn’t come?” David remembers, laughing at how messed up Dom got that weekend. He was sad Y/N didn’t come in the end, but he knew deep down she wouldn’t have enjoyed it.
“What about when you cut your hand open? She was the only one out of all of us who actually helped you instead of filming you.” Jason laughs and so does David. They talk a bit about that video before returning back to the topic of you. “But seriously man, she’s great. Y/N’s so nice to everyone.”
Jason laughs, shaking his head whilst chewing on his gum. “Almost sounds like you have a crush on her Dave.” David’s eyes widened as he realised. He’d thought about it a few times but now it all made sense.
“Fuck, I think you’re right - I hope she’s not listening though because that would be embarrassing.” David says in all seriousness.
As if by magic, the door slowly swung open at that exact moment. You stood there, wrapped up in your blanket. “The film I was watching with Natalie’s over, and I was wondering if I could crash in the spare room, David?” David’s mouth dropped open a bit as he let out a shaky breath. He hadn’t realised you were still in Natalie’s room as David and Jason had both taken up their positions on the couch to record the podcast. “Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt or anything.” You say, suddenly realising they were recording the podcast. David and Jason both exchange a look before David gets up, excusing himself from the podcast. He follows you out of the room, and as you both leave you hear Jason filling in the podcast on what just happened.
“So how was your film?” David asks, leading you down the corridor to the spare room.
“It was good thanks, and sorry for interrupting back there, I didn’t realise you were filming.” You say, silently cursing to yourself for not knocking first.
“Don’t worry you weren’t interrupting at all - did you hear what we were saying, by any chance?” David asks out of curiosity. He swings open the guest bedroom’s door, switching the light on for you. You shake your head, throwing yourself down on the bed. He collapses on top of you, a common occurrence that happened so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.
“Why? Were you and Jason talking about guy stuff?” You crinkle your face up and David chuckles, rolling off of you.
“Actually, we were talking about you. I know you’re probably going to find out somehow, but we were talking about how nice you are.” David sits up, running his hands through his hair. His hair looked especially sexy at this time of night.
“Ooh, I’m flattered.” You laugh, covering your face with your hands to hide your red cheeks.
“But I also told him that I like you.” David sputters out and you nearly choke.
“You like me?” You ask in disbelief.
“Yeah, I mean - I hope it isn’t weird or anything but-” David manages to utter out before you wrap your arms around him.
“Took you long enough, Dave!” You laugh and he hugs you back. After the embrace he gets back to the podcast, leaving you with his clickbait jumper to change into to fall asleep in, before sitting down and giving Jason a look.
“I want to do a bit.” David announces, sitting up from his space on the sofa. He’d called everyone to his house to film some footage for the vlog and had told them to bring some tennis uniforms. You’d racked through your whole wardrobe until you found your old pure white nike costume from high school, packing it into your bag before heading over to David’s.
“Is that gonna explain the tennis get-up?” Jason asks, motioning over to the collection of bags that had collected on the dining table. David nods.
“Everyone get changed and meet me outside in 10.” You smile, picking up your bag and heading down the corridor. You and David were near enough best friends since you joined the vlog squad about a year ago after the Liza breakup. But you still couldn’t help your feelings as your crush on him deepened over the course of the year.
“Mind if I get changed in your bathroom David? Every other room is taken and I don’t fancy getting changed in front of Zane.” You ask, David chuckling at the last bit.
“Sure, Y/N.” He replies, “I hope your outfit is cool, because you’re all gonna be sweating after you come up against my hot moves.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, smiling as you close the door to his bathroom.
You unpack the bag, sliding off your clothes and replacing them with the white skirt and t shirt of your old uniform. It was a little smaller and more revealing than you remember, but it still fit perfectly. Besides, you new David used to be an avid tennis player so maybe he’d appreciate professional wear. You also swap out your flip flops for a more practical pair of tennis pumps that were kinda worn from when you last wore them a few years back.
You open up the door, noticing David had already left to go outside. You set your clothes down on his bed before leaving his room. Everyone else had already gone outside as well, judging from the quietness of the house and the laughter coming from outside. “I know y’all wanna slap this ass!” You hear Heath shout as you step out into the garden, spotting him in a similar, cheaper version of your outfit. David laughs, camera in hand as he films Heath doing various things in his outfit.
“Nice skirt!” You chuckle, walking over to join David, Heath, Jason and Zane. Everyone turns to face you, Zane whistling.
“Ooh you look great Y/N, looks like you spent a lot of money on your outfit.” Zane comments, clearly checking you out. You blush, smiling.
“Uh, I don’t remember how much this cost actually.” You reply, smirking at David.
“Come on, Y/N, you clearly knew what you were getting. Did you do some research?” David asks, cocking his eyebrow. You notice he’s wearing some pretty professional stuff as well, from when he played, you assumed. You shrug, smiling as everyone comments on how it looks great on you. You notice David secretly check you out, shuffling uncomfortably as he can’t help but stare. It made you feel good but at the same time you doubted he saw you as anything more than a friend. After all, you thought what Carly, Erin and Natalie had on all made them look amazing too.
David diverts the attention back to his plan, talking everyone through how they’ll all go up against him. “Oh, yeah, and whoever beats me gets $1000.” He adds on at the end as everyone immediately gasps.
“I doubt you’re that good, Dave.” Carly comments, smirking.
“Well I guess you don’t mind being first then.” David laughs, setting his camera down on the tripod he’d set up earlier with a perfect view of the tennis court. Carly picks up a racket before doing some stretches. She throws up the tennis ball in an attempt to serve but misses the ball when it comes back down. David stifles a laugh, making a snarky comment about it being her first time. Carly eventually serves and David smashes the ball back so fast Carly misses the shot. This is how most of the rounds go - David was actually pretty good.
You watched, mostly in awe, as David effortlessly worked his way through the group. He looked so hot in his white shorts and t shirt. It was a change from the all black he usually wore, and your mouth was practically watering as dirty thoughts crossed your mind. You engaged in light conversation with Erin to distract yourself.
Lastly, you were up against David. He smiles, walking over to the table to have some water and hand you a white sweatband. “I have a feeling you’ll be needing this.” He winks, heading back over to the court. You pick the racket (David has obviously spent a fair bit of money on it as it felt good quality) and ball up off the floor and put the white sweatband on. You stretch in an attempt to warm up, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. It had been years since you’d played and you didn’t really want to embarrass yourself in front of all of your friends, but more importantly - David.
Throwing the ball up, your body falls back into swing when you feel your arms whip around to smash the ball over to David. He just manages to hit it back, clearly shocked by your skills. You hit it back over to his side of the court with such speed he misses. Everyone gasps; this had been the first round David had lost so far. A few more like this and you’ll be $1000 richer. “Beginners luck!” David calls out jumping up and down before serving. You quickly shuffle over towards the course of the fast-moving ball and return it, much to everyone’s surprise. The two of you rally for a few hits before you hit down the line, catching David off guard making him miss again. “Have you played before Y/N?” David asks, sweating.
You shrug your shoulders. “I mean, I played Varsity Tennis in highschool but that’s about it.” You smile, and everyone cheers. David shakes his head - that explains the costume and the skill set. He should’ve known that you knew what you were doing sooner.
“Well I’m not going to be holding back anymore.” He replies, smiling for the camera. You could tell he was in awe of your skills but at the same time you knew how competitive he was when it came to things he was good at.
“Bring it on,” you laugh, knowing full well that he was already trying his hardest.
The next round pans out almost identical to how the previous two had and before you knew it you’d beat David. Everyone congratulates you as David stalks over to his camera and picks it up, walking over to you. He shakes your hand and hands you $1000 in cash, his face full of defeat. “Well I didn’t think any of you would be able to beat me but I guess I misjudged you Y/N.” He says, and Heath, Zane and Jason chuckle.
“You should’ve realised by the outfit, Dave.” Jason comments, looking you up and down.
“It’s my old varsity outfit, it’s a little small now but it still did me good.” David slowly looks you up and down, licking his lips a little. Your heart skips a beat as you watch his eyes darken. You could seriously get used to him checking you out like this. He turns his camera off and everyone goes back inside.
You spot David continue to his room so you decide to follow him. You felt bad just taking $1000 from him, and besides you had some explaining to do. You knock on the open door, making him jump slightly. His lips turn upwards into a grin as he turns around, realising it was you. “Come to embarrass me some more?” He jokes. You shake your head, stepping into his room. You pull the $1000 from your pocket, handing it back to him.
“I don’t want your money. I feel bad.” You reply honestly. David looks down at the floor, taking the money and throwing it on his bed. He smiles, shaking his head.
“Who taught you to play like that?” As he looks up, his eyes scan your body once again and his eyes have that familiar hint of darkness in them.
“I did. Mom and Dad worked a lot when I was a kid. It was a kind of therapy for me.” You admit.
David steps a bit closer. “You looked pretty hot whilst you were playing, you know?” He asks, and your hands go all clammy. You bite your lip, shaking your head.
“Is this your way of getting back at me?” You ask, and David rolls his eyes.
“If you weren’t so distracting in your outfit maybe I would’ve had a chance at beating you.” He runs his hand up your arm, the skin raising goosebumps at the touch.
“And you weren’t distracting?” You begin. “White looks good on you.” David smirks. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and that’s what made it all the more annoying.
“I’ve liked you for a while now, Y/N. And just now made me realise that I need to tell you before any of the other guys have a look in.” He admits. You smile, chuckling. You could hardly believe what you were hearing - your hands were tingling and you were sure the blood rushing to your cheeks was glowing crimson.
“The other guys - any other guy - never had a look in anyway. Not so long as I’ve been friends with you David.” He smiles sweetly before snaking his arms around your waist, his fingers slowly tracing the hem of your shirt before twisting under to feel your bare skin. He leans down and kisses you - a kiss filled with passion as his other hand falls down to your butt and gently squeezes. You smile into the kiss, pulling away. “I think everyone’s going to be wondering where the star tennis players are, don’t you?” You wink as you leave the room making sure to swing your hips as you leave him wanting more.
