Sleeping Beauty (David X POTS Reader)LEMON
This was a lovely request from an anonymous user. I will say I do not have POTS, but I have taken some time to do basic research to depict the illness properly. If you do struggle with this illness and I have unknowingly misrepresented, please call my ass out, and I will go back and fix it.
This is random as shit, but I love how you had Dwayne looking after the reader in one of the last ones; it was adorable. I'm dealing with some health shit atm (chronically fatigued queen), this is random as hell, but I beg can we have David being a mean little shit and getting mad at the reader for not looking after herself (she passes out or something), and I dunno punishment ensues lol 🫦
I feel the bed dip next to me the covers getting heavy. "Hey there, sleeping beauty, you were supposed to meet me at the boardwalk an hour ago," David mutters, shaking me. I groan, not wanting to get up. I grab my phone to check the time. I huff and put the phone back before trying to pull the covers over my head. "Nuh-uh, get up." He hops off the bed before shaking the whole thing. David is my boyfriend, and while I love him, he can be a dick sometimes; okay, maybe more than sometimes, but still, I am not in the mood to wake up. I have not been in the best of health as of late and am currently in the middle of a flare-up. It has getting out of bed feels like I'm trying to crawl my way out of hell. However, I did promise to meet with him, and the fact that he waited an hour is shocking. David is not a patient man, which makes his actions now mean this was his payback.
"Stoooooppp," I whine, trying to ignore the growing headache. When my flare-ups get this bad, I only make it worse by not taking good care of myself. Not because I don't want to, but because of how fucking tired I am. He mocks my annoyance before stripping my blanket from me.
"Come on," He hands me a water. "Drink." I glare up at him before slowly sitting up. He chuckles at my messy hair and shoves the drink in my hands. "Be pissy all you want, I don't care." He goes over to my dresser to get me an outfit. He proceeds to pick out the skimpiest thing he could think of. "You need compression socks?" he raises his brow, glancing over to me. I shrug, which only gifts me an eye roll. He tosses them at my head, which I dodge.
"Asshole," I grumble. He smirks.
"Shut up, you know you love me."
"Uh-huh," He leans in with a sweet kiss. "Do we have to leave the house?" I complain.
"Yes," He nods ", You haven't gone out in almost two fucking weeks, the salty air will do you some good."
"You do realise that isn't how that works, right?" He shrugs before messing with the stuff on my desk. He pauses at my pill box. He scowls at it before turning his head to me. "Babe, when's the last time you took your meds?" I tense, which gives him all the answers he needs. "Y/N" His voice becomes stern.
"You forgot?" He scuff. "You forgot to take one of the very important things that keep you alive." I can tell his frustration is growing. "No wonder you feel like shit, you aren't taking care of yourself." I get up without issue, but that doesn't stop him from rushing over to help. His face, which before showed anger, is now laced with worry.
"David, I'm fine. Look, I'll take them now." I go over and open today's meds before taking them. "Happy?" He takes a deep sigh, clearly not amused. "Let me just put some makeup on, and we can go, okay." I come over and pull him down into a sweet kiss, trying to make peace. It doesn't take me long, and before I know it, we are out paroosing the boardwalk. I try to keep up, but damn, this sucks. My whole body felt heavy, and my stomach is killing me. I mask, though, just so I don't worry him. "Can we go now?" I mumble. He shakes his head.
"Not till you eat," he demands. I shake my head.
"Well, that's too bad. I haven't seen you eat all night."
"David, please," I beg. He lets out an exasperated sigh, clearly annoyed by my complaining, which I've been doing all night.
"Doll, you are starting to get on my nerves. You need to get out of the house. I understand you don't feel good, I do, but that is because you aren't taking care of yourself." I start to get annoyed by his comments.
"I'm trying," I hiss. "You don't get it."
"Bullshit." He rolls his eyes, turning to me. "You haven't been drinking right, you haven't taken your meds as you should, and every time I come over, your fridge is practically empty, and you aren't wearing any compression gear. I might not get how you feel, but I do know you aren't trying hard enough." His words hit like a ton of bricks. He wasn't just annoyed or frustrated; he was angry. I can tell he is. He usually takes things in a nonchalant way, even when he is frustrated or annoyed. Right now, that is not the case. His jaw is clenched, and he is trying not to yell at me. While he means well, it only made me feel worse. The guilt was just another burden to carry. I fight back tears and nod. That's all I could do. I take his hand, ready for him to lead the way. He softens and walks me to a line for some chilli cheese fries, which are very salty. The line is a bit long. He gets a text from one of the boys, and he has to let my hand go. I start to get lightheaded.
"David," I mutter. He glances from the screen to me.
"One second, baby," I start to lose balance. I reach out to grab his arm.
"David," He turns, and just as the lights go out, I see the panic wash over him. I don't know how long I was out, but I slowly started to come to. My head is pounding, and my heart is racing. I'm not on the ground, though. I'm in David's lap as he is holding me. A woman running up with a Gatorade in hand. It felt like everything was spinning, and I was very confused as to where I was. "David," I groan weakly. He thanks the woman and helps me sit up.
"There she is," He smiles, letting out a sigh of relief. "Slow," He helps me sit up. I lean against him for support. "Drink," I go to grab the bottle, but he pulls it away. He holds it to my lip and gently helps me. I can't tell what he is saying to the woman. She rushes away for some reason. I feel David kissing the top of my head. "I'm so sorry," He mutters. "I should've known better," I shake my head.
"It's okay," He shakes his head.
"It's not that you told me how you were feeling, and I ignored it. That was wrong of me." The woman comes back with three more gaterades. She crouches down in front of me, opening them. "Thank you. How much do I owe you?"
"You don't, I have a daughter with the same thing." She hands him the bottle. "Does she need some salt or any ibuprofen?" I nod. She rummages through her purse, pulling out both. Her daughter helps me up and sits with me on a bench. I start to feel a lot better, and she is talking about her own flare-ups and tells me I should just ask for help. How David started freaking out. Apparently, he dropped his phone so he could catch me in time. He started asking for help, and he needed water with salt, which is why both of them came over to help. David has only seen me faint a few times, but it has always been at home, or I am already sitting down. This one was very sudden. Once I could walk better, he helped me home. He refused to take his bike, afraid I'd fall off. We get to my house, and he helps me to my bed.
"David, I'm okay, really. I feel a lot better." That was true, I felt better than I had in weeks. It only further proved his point.
"That's fine, but I'm not about to take the chance." He sits me at the edge of the bed. He runs his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath. I bite my lip.
"David?" I mumble, nervous to poke the bear. He sighs.
"What?" I freeze at his tone. He is upset, but I can't tell if it is because of what happened or at me; it might be a bit of both.
"I'm sorry," I look down ", I didn't mean to scare you." I give him puppy eyes. "Can I make it up?" His eyes go dark, and he smirks.
"You want to make it up to me?" His demeanour changes. He turns towards me. "You sure you're up for that?" He tilts his head as if to warn me that if I agree with this, he won't be holding back. I bite my lip. He makes his way to me, our eyes never losing contact. I tilt my head, playing the innocent act.
"I'm very," I start to unblunckle his belt. "Very," I lift his shirt just enough to show his treasure trail. "Very," I kiss just above his belt. "Sure," He yanks my hair back, causing me to gasp. He forces me to stand up and trades spots with me. He lets go, allowing me to stand. "You know what to do." He strips himself of his trench coat. I slowly lift my shirt and toss it to the side before doing the same with my bra. I turn, bending over to give him a good view of my ass while I strip the rest of the way down. He grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap. His hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me against his chest. He takes a deep inhale from my neck. His other hand reaches around, and he starts to rub small circles onto my clit. I whimper, gripping the side of his leg for balance. I try to shimmy away from the sudden pleasure, but he holds me still.
"Stay still," He growls. I moan softly at the feeling of his fingers on my most sensitive areas. I lay my head back on his shoulder. He starts to kiss along my jaw before stopping at my jugular. He grips my jaw, forcing my attention to the mirror where I can see he is vamped out. My body tenses. He lets out a dark chuckle. "What's wrong, afraid I'll bite?" I feel his sharp fang scrape along my jugular. It has my body shaking out of fear and excitement. I don't answer, which ends with him squeezing my jaw. "Answer my fucking question."
"N-no," He raises a brow. "I-I-I mean no, I'm not afraid you'll bite me" My legs start to shake as I panic. He lets me go fully. He manhandles me to lie across his lap. "W-Wait." I try to use my arms to cover what I know is coming. He holds me in place before giving a harsh smack to my ass. I yelp out in pain.
"Count," I do as I am told. Each smack is harsh, and the sting is a mix of pain and pleasure. However, by the time I get to thirty, I start to choke on my sobs. He does another harsh slap, this time it is harder than before, causing the wind to be knocked out of me. "I can't hear you."
"Thirty one," I try not to burst out into tears. He hums before gently running his fingers through my slick. I tense, hoping he will finally give in. "Please, please baby," I beg. He gives in, but not in the way I expected. Suddenly, two of his fingers are buried deep inside of me, and he makes sure to hit that one spot that makes me squirt, something that he knows embarrasses me. "Wait," I squeal, thrashing. I couldn't stop as the wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through me. I can feel the mess he is making out of me. He pulls his fingers out and gives me zero time to recover before giving my ass another harsh smack. I begin crying from the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. He lets go of my arms, which go limp in place. He helps me sit up and wipes the tears from my face.
"Good girl," He smiles, very pleased with himself. He pulls me into a kiss just so he can feel my lip tremble. I am now straddling his lap. He flips me over onto my back, only breaking the kiss long enough to take his shirt off. He uses his legs to help scoot me toward the headboard. Once in the spot he deemed good enough, he pulls away. He leans over to my 'special' nightstand, pulling out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and a vibrator. He cuffs me to the bed before clicking the vibrator on. He lies next to me, placing the toy on my clit. I let out a shrill moan, trying to pull away from the sensation. He ignores this and starts to leave hickies down my neck and across my jaw. He presses the vibrator down onto my clit, making me cum. He gives me a small break only to start the process again. He gets to my ear and growls, knowing how much it turns me on.
"You think you can get away with scaring the shit out of me like that?" I whimper, shaking my head. "Yes, you do. You think you can bat those pretty eyes and I'll forget everything." He starts to kiss right under my ear, where my jaw starts. He presses the vibrator harder, forcing another orgasm to rip through me. It was intense, but I still craved more. I needed him inside me. He lets me scream and cry through it before pulling the vibrator away long enough for me to have a break. He doesn't let it last long; not even ten seconds, he puts it right back. "You need to take better care of yourself, baby," he moaned. "I can't lose my world." His words come from a place of longing. "Please, for me, you can't leave me here alone," He shudders. He props himself on his arm so he can look me in the eye. "Promise me you will try harder," I feel a lump in my throat, and I nod.
"Yes," My voice trembles. "I promise, baby," He leans down and pulls me into a long, passionate kiss, turning the vibrator off. He is quick to strip the rest of the way before teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock. Before he inserts himself, he unlocks the cuffs and cages me in. Each arm on either side of my head has been faced barried into the crook of my neck. I run, holding him close as he slowly thrusts into me. The stretch of his cock entering me was deliciously sweet, but not as sweet as the shaky moan he lets out when he is fully inside. He pulls away to kiss me. He rolls his hips, starting at a slow and sensual pace. His actions are doing a full one-eighty. From going hard and cruel to soft and sweet. Holding me close, as if at any minute I will evaporate. He lays his forehead against mine, looking deep into my eyes, into my soul. He lifts my legs to the crook of his elbows, allowing him to go deeper. His tip hits that spot that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
"That's it, baby. Let go for me," I can hear the smile on his face. He tucks the hair out of my face. "You look so pretty all fuck out of your mind," He licks from my collarbone up to my chin. He starts to get rougher. His hips are slamming into me. I drag my nails along his back. I can tell he wasn't going to last long.
"I love you so much, baby." My words throw him over the edge as he seems to falter, whispering in awe how much he loved me. He sits inside me, letting me catch my breath. He didn't have to, nor need to. I can feel my heart racing and my head spinning.
"Hey," He starts to panic. "Y/N, stay awake." He vanishes, and in the blink of an eye, he is next to me with a drink, now wearing sweatpants. He helps me sit up so that I can drink some water. He pulls me close to him. I start to get lost in thought. The thought of the eternity of having these issues.
"David," I bite my lip, nervous to ask. He hums, awaiting my question. "Do you plan on changing me?" He seemed a bit shocked.
"Well, yeah, no shit." He chuckles. I guess it was kind of a stupid question. "Why?"
"Are you sure you want to. I mean, this isn't exactly an easy thing to live with, and the thought of you constantly worrying over my health for all eternity sounds draining. I just don't wa-"
"You realise if you turn, you won't be affected by your illness, right?" I turn to him, eyes wide. "You didn't know that." I shake my head. "Well, this might shock you, but when I turned, I was dying of dehydration. Max used this to give me the blood. The second I drank it all, the issues I had were gone." I smack his arm playfully.
"You dickhead why didn't you tell me sooner?" He laughs. "Now change me now," I huff, holding out my wrist, which he ignores. "David, I'm serious," I pout.
"I get that sugar, but you're gonna have to wait." He points to the clock, showing that the sun was to come up soon. I have blackout curtains and trash bags taped to the windows. Zero light can come into the room. "When we get up, I promise I will make you my beautiful, undead bride." I couldn't bite back my smile. Satisfied with his answer, I curl up into his chest and could barely fall asleep, way too excited.
