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Quiet
David Sweat x GN!AFAB!reader
Word count: 1.5 K
Summery: Reader wakes David late at night for a little help at the sewing room
Tags/warnings: NSFW!! Finger sucking
A/N: first time writing smut imma curl into a ball and hide away
It had been a very quiet night.
David Sweat was sitting on his bed, trying to draw an unsuccessful self portrait, when soft footsteps made him freeze in place. It wasn't that he was scared per say, but he couldn't deny the cold sweat damping his forehead.
He slides the canvas and his pencil under the bed with skillful speed and lays down, trying to soften his light panting.
"I know you're awake inmate Sweat." A whispery voice taunts at him.
David can feel his slight annoyance at the know it all voice.
"I've got something to show you." the voice is tempting. David sighs and rolls around to look at the figure standing on the other side of the metal bars. He's trying his best to keep his temper down but something about this.. Surprisingly beautiful guard? screams danger.
Your fingers play with the keys in almost humorous manner. David shifts his body into a sitting position again. Your face lighten with a satisfied smile, and you put the keys in the cell's door, turning them around slowly as to not make a sound.
The door opens slowly, and you move out of the way, signaling him with you hand yo get up and follow you. He doesn't know why, but he does.
You guys walk silently, without exchanging any words, until you get to ta place he knows very well - the sewing room.
You walk around the sewing machines, and David follows you, his hand caresses them gently, it looks like being here gives him confidence, and his back straightens, his steps become heavier.
You stop in front of a big closet and turn around to face him, he doesn't stop in time and bumps into you.
"Woah, easy there" you chuckle.
"Sorry" he mutters, but he isn't really.
"Well," you squirm back. "I was informed that you're the best of the best in sewing here." A cocky smile stretches his lips. "And I was hoping you could help me with a special little project I'm working on" You finish.
"Hmm.. Let's see it" he gestures to the door, and you open it. Kneeling down, you take out a carton box full of cut out fabrics. You then look up at him. "I've been trying to make some bunny plushies for my little niece" you explain. David raises an eyebrow. "Bunny plushies?" His tone is almost mocking.
"Well, yes." You're slightly annoyed at his cockiness. "And as the best here, I was hoping you'd help me, but if you don't feel like it I can just put you back in your cell" you puff.
"Hey, relax" he hand out his hand, suggesting his help; you take it, and he pulls you close.
you suddenly feel very small.
"I was just wondering what I get out of this." His hand hasn't left yours. In fact, his hold is firm, almost uncomfortably so, but instead of being scared, you feel a certain warmness forming in your stomach.
"Well.." Your voice breaks. "Ughm, well, what would you like?"
He doesn't answer immediately, instead, his pulls you in even closer.
"Can I ask for anything I want?"
"We'll see."
You try to back away, but even he notices it is an embarrassingly lazy attempt.
He chuckles, and you notice how white his teeth are, it makes a certain pulse go through your stomach and travel down to your panties. You swallow thickly. His eyes pierce you, a faint trace of a smile rests on his lips as his eyes travel all across your body, almost hungry looking. They then return to your eyes, and he looks directly at you when he says "I want to get to know you better."
"And just how are we going to do that?" You question.
"Well," David's hand leaves yours and slides up your thigh, making you gasp. "I think you have a slight idea." You swallow again, and lean against the table in the closet. David pushes you backwards, so now you're sitting on the table. Your legs open by themselves, and David takes on the invitation to get closer to you. He's just a bit taller than you, but with you sitting you seem much shorter than you are.
David leans down, and you feel his breath on your skin; it surprisingly smells minty, and you feel another tingle in your clit, which makes you shift your eyes down shamefully.
Then you feel a warm hand under your chin, and David lifts your head up so your eyes lock up again. He leans in even closer and thumb traces your lips - which part automatically. He smirks and shoves his thumb in slightly and a quiet moan escapes your lips, and makes you go beet red, which seems to only make him cockier. He pushes himself against you, and the brush of his surprisingly hard cock against your clit, even through your pants, brings a slight relief to your ache; you take in on the offer and grind against him, now getting used to hearing your whimpers bounce around the closet. David shoves his thumb deeper and it makes you gag, but he doesn't seem to mind, he's too busy focusing on how good your cunt feels against him. He leans down and bites your ear, before whispering to it softly "you better stay quiet" before backing away. A disappointed whimper leaves your lips, only to be cut away by a strong hand groping your cunt. You then hear another chuckle. "You're so wet already" he whispers against your ear, and you shamefully realize your slick has already wet your pants.
"Sorry" you murmur, having a hard time speaking with his thumb still pushing on your tongue.
"No need to apologize," he scoffs, "I like it."
And with that you melt into his hand, grinding your pulsing clit against him eagerly and making stifled sounds. His hand wettens with your slick until the movements are sloppy and fast, you squirm under him and your breaths become short and stuttered. "I think I'm gonna-"
He backs away again, and you look at him, confused. "Why'd you stop?"
"You think you're the only one allowed to have fun?" He asks half seriously.
"Oh."
His wet hand leaves his belt shiny as he unbuckles it. His hand disappears inside his pants, and he storkes himself a few times before taking his cock out, and you gasp at the size of it. It's not too big, but it's definitely not too small. He shifts himself closer to you again, and his now free cock brushes against you. His hard form is even better feeling against you and a loud moan breaks from you.
"Please David" you breathe out, and he doesn't need anymore encouragement.
A firm hand slides down your pants, then your panties, and an experienced thumb brushes gently at your clit.
"Fuck-" you practically scream at the touch."more. More!" You beg, but his hand leaves you needy and wanting more, as it goes back to stroking himself. He then guides himself and lands at your entrance, only to tease it, pushing in slightly, then coming back out, sending electricity all through your body. Finally you've had enough, and you push down at it, moaning satisfyingly as he hits a good spot. The feeling of your walls against him changes something in his actions - they become sloppy and almost compulsive, as he groans and holds you down by your chest, pushing even deeper. His hand travels upwards as he starts fucking into you, and lands on your neck, holding it to balance himself. Two fingers lay on your chin, touching your bottom lip, and your pink tongue greets them, as if to ask - "can I taste you?"
He agrees to the silent question immediately and shoves them in again, moaning as your wet tongue explores them, and you can feel him twitch inside you; and you wonder if he's already so close to cumming.
Your thoughts are cut with the feeling of his strong thumb rubbing you again.
"God- David-" you bite down at his fingers.
"Shhh" He hushes you aggressively, a slight trace of pain on his face. As you look up, you explore them. His high cheekbones are colored red and are shiny with sweat, even his buzzed hair his all shiny.
Him quickening his movements brings you back to the feeling in the lower part of your body, and his thumb matches his pace, sending pulses of pleasure through your body.
He doesn't stop this time, and you're surprised to hear a high pitched whimper slipping out of his mouth, and he shivers.
You try to, but you can't help but smirk at how desperate he got so fast; but then again, the throbbing in your core argues in his defense.
Suddenly his movements stop, and he's panting, trying to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry, if you want me to last longer I need to-"
You're having none of that, and you push down into him, taking control as you fuck yourself into him again and again.
"Please, I'm serious if you keep doing that- fuck!" And you feel a familiar hoteness filling you as he twitches and shivers and rutts into you.
The hotness against the right spot pushes you over the edge, and a hushed scream echoes in the closet.
"Hello?" A muffled voice outside the closet cuts your orgasm, and as your wide eyes meet David's, both your hearts sink as you come to the same realization. Oh no.
Hank Thompson from Swiss Army Man and Louis Ives from the Extra Man are literally the same person, like they get obsessed with a girl they barely know and then cross dress to look like this girl. That's the most transgender thing ever
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