Nov 14, 2025
Delicious Daddy Dave! 😋😍 He looks absolutely GORGEOUS in these pics from Kerrang magazine. 🔥🔥🔥
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Delicious Daddy Dave! 😋😍 He looks absolutely GORGEOUS in these pics from Kerrang magazine. 🔥🔥🔥
"Oh. my. goddd. shiiit. damnn. oh fuck." - me editing Dave x 50 Shades 😅 Have a taste but please send help...
Shopping Time
Dave Rossi x GN!Reader
Warning: NSFW. Sex mentioned. Sex Toys. Bondaged. Sir kink. Kinda Sugar Daddy vibes. Kinky stuff. No sex nor intermit stuff just flirting and implied things. Dom and sub relationship vibes
Summary: Your partner takes you to a sex shop first time.
Words: 1.7K
A/N: I completely forgot I wrote this, I found it in my drafts I wrote this like two months ago so damn. Um enjoy
“Woah” Your eyes shoot open at how big the store is as you walk in, surprising you with the amount of people that are inside. A comforting hand is placed on your lower back, helping lead you inside. It was your first ever time inside a sex shop, normally your partner just goes alone and brings back a few things that catches his eyes.
“If this is too much, you can go wait in the car” Dave leans forward, kissing you on the cheek.
“No I want to look around” Leaning backwards into his touch, only pulling away once your hand is intertwined with his.
“Okay” He squeezes your hand softly as he leads you further into the store. “I only need a few things today, and if you're a good for me, I might get you a reward” He smiles down at you, knowing you're always his good little doll for him.
“I’ll be good” Smiling back up at him, letting him lead the way.
“I know you will be” He smirks a little as he leads you down the aisle where the ropes and bondage gear all belong.
“Don't we have some of this stuff already?” Looking up at him confused as he kneels down, so he can get a closer look.
“We do, but some of our rope now has some wear and tear now, so some new gear will be good, I don’t want to tie you up with old rope and you end up getting rope burn now do I, amore?” Smirking up at you from his knees, he motions for you to join him down there.
“That makes sense” Smiling softly as you kneel down, joining him. He takes your hand in his and brings it to some of the rope he seems to be studying, he brings the rope in your hand, testing the feeling of it against your skin.
“How does that one feel?” He watches you closely as you slide your hand across it, before quickly pulling your hand off it.
“I um.. It feels scratchy” Rubbing your hand against your other arm to try and get the feeling off it. You have some texture issues, it's something Dave always takes into consideration when he buys you anything. It's why he really wanted to bring you in today, make sure he gets the right one for you.
“Okay, what about the next one?” He gives you an encouraging smile as you move your hand to the next brand beside it, feeling it more carefully.
“It's better, but it feels weird” You keep your hand on as you speak, trying to figure out what you dislike about it.
“Okay that's good so far, what about the other one?” Dave nods, taking down a mental note. You pull your hand off that one and move to touch the other one, but you stop.
“Not that one” A sharp shake of your hand alerts Dave immediately.
“That's okay, we can skip that one, there's only one left for the ropes, do you think you can touch that one?” Dave softens his tone as he speaks, knowing how your anxiety can also play up along with your sensory processing disorder.
“Yeah I can” Smiling weakly as you reach out for it, running your fingers over it slowly, before fully gripping it with your palm, a smile spreading across your face.
“Looks like we found the right one huh, sweetheart?” Dave smiles softly, rubbing your back gently as you both stand up.
“Yeah I like that one” Nodding at him, smiling at just how sweet and understanding your partner is.
“I'm thinking we get at least 3, I want Black and purple, any suggestion for the third?” He asks as he reaches down and grabs them, placing them in his basket.
“Can we get red please?” Smiling as you see him reach for it before you even say it properly. He knows black and red is one of your favourite colour combinations.
“Sure can” He intertwined both of your hands once moving, after he put the ropes in the basket.
“What else do we need?”
“Well I ordered something last week online, which I need to go speak to someone about, so do you think you’ll be okay if I leave you here for a few minutes?” He sighs a little, knowing how much you hate being left alone, but knowing you also hate talking to strangers.
“No that's fine sir, I’m happy to browse by myself for a little while” Smiling happily up at him, actually looking forward to freely looking around.
“Good, thank you tesoro” Dave smiles, kissing you softly before pulling away. “Can you just stay amongst these 3 aisle for me, so I can find you easily”
“Yes sir” Biting your lip lightly as you smile at him, trying to hold back the smile that comes along every time he kisses you in public.
“Buona tesoro, I won’t be long” Squeezing your hand softly before he walks away, leaving you alone.
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Slowly you walk around the aisles, ending up in the aisle that has paddles and whips. Your eyes land on a beautiful black and red pattern paddle, your hand traces along it, feeling how soft and hard the material feels. You can’t help but imagine what it would feel like against your ass. You’ve used these with Dave before, normally when he spanks you he prefers to use his hands, but a few times in the past these have come in handy. Gulping thickly as you think back to those times, remember the pain and pleasure that he can easily apply to your body, and just how badly you crave it.
“And what have you found Amore?” Dave approaches quietly, coming to stand directly behind you. You jump back a little in fright banging straight into his chest.
“Oh shoot, you scared me Dave” Quickly turning around to face him, smiling up at him excitedly.
“Sorry darling” Placing his hands on your hips, bringing you closer into him.
“Did you get what you needed?” Leaning into his touch, enjoying the way he touches you.
“I did, and what have you found while I’ve left you alone?” smirking playfully at you, noticing that shy look flashing on your face.
“N n nothing” Avoiding his eyes as you lie badly to him.
“Oh come on amore mio, don’t get shy on me” Grinning down at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Also don’t lie, you know my rules, now were we looking at that paddle there huh?” His condescending tone makes you bow your head, giving him a small nod.
“Sorry for lying sir.. I just, yes I was looking at it” Admitting shyly, as he tilts your head back up to him.
“It is pretty, but we already have a paddle that we don’t use too often anyway?” Dave raises his eyebrow as he speaks, wanting to see your response.
“I know” Whining softly, “But we don’t have one that's this pretty, also if we get it, then we have more excuse to use it more, please” Biting your lip, as you pout, look up at him.
He lets out a soft playful groan. “I mean you have been so good for me, I did say you could get a reward if you behaved” A smirk slides onto his face as he sees your face light up.
“We can get it?” Squeaking softly in excitement, “Thank you thank you sir”
“No problem sweetheart, I can’t wait to spank your ass red with it” A low chuckle escapes his throat as he reaches for it. Your face drops, just realising the amount of danger your ass is about to be in.
“Oh no”
~~~
Dave leads you to the aisle with vibrators, his arm securely around your waist.
“Dave, don’t we already have enough vibrators?” Smiling a little as he stops you in front of a certain selection.
“No such thing” He dismisses that thought from you quickly, passing you the basket to hold for a moment. He reaches for two packages of vibrators, before turning to you with a mystery grin.
“So do you want white or green?”
“Um green, but that was quick?” Tilting your head at his quick decision making.
“Oh I read about these online” He smirks, placing one back on the shelf and the other in the basket. “This will be perfect for us”
“Um what's so special about this one?” Holding the basket back out for him, watching as he moves the basket to his far hand and takes your in his.
“Well this is controlled by an app on your smartphone, so when you're at home, all alone and desperate for me, I can still make you cum even when I'm across the country” His words make you squeeze your thighs together, a small whimper slips through your lips.
“That sounds dangerous” Giggling softly as you lean into him.
“Oh It Is” He chuckles deeply, licking his lips. “Especially because you know I’m not going to stop at just one darling” A small growl leaves his lips as he leans down kissing your cheek as he leads you to the counter, where a few other things he had already ordered online were waiting for him. The cashier rings it all up for him, making small talk with Dave. Your eyes almost jump out of your head as you see the final price.
“Dave, that's too much money!” You complain, staring at him in shock.
“Relax bellissimo, how many times do I have to tell you money doesn’t matter?” He laughs softly, wrapping his arm around you as he pays for the gear.
“I feel bad” You mutter softly as you two walk back to the car, Dave refusing to let you carry any of the bags.
“You shouldn't have to, I love spending my money on you, and especially on things like this” He smirks down at you, which reduces you to a silent puddle of mush, he laughs softly. Reaching the car he opens the door for you.
“Always such a gentleman” Smiling widely as you climb inside.
“Only while in public” He mutters to himself, putting the bags in the back, unable to think about anything else except taking you home.
had a thought about mbfd series, and Dave coming over to find mc in her cheer uniform and it just gets him so riled up and feral
What a fantastic idea.
MBFD One-Shot: Roses Are Dead
Dave York x Female Reader
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Word Count: 9.5k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)
Alcohol consumption, one instance of sexual assault (a kiss on the cheek and small grab), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, degradation, oral sex (m and f receiving), brief female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex, established relationship, some reader descriptions
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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day my babies <3 I hope you enjoy your V-Day getaway with Daddy Dave
Funny that this is a one-shot but it’s longer than some of the chapters. Just roll with it lolol
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Unfortunately, today isn’t as special as it is in the books, especially when it falls on a Tuesday. Nevertheless, you greet the day with a smile when you wake, happy to have a slow morning due to your afternoon shift. Just like any other morning, you open your blinds, squinting and yawning from the growing light. A few months ago, your first thoughts would consist of work, school, and cheer. But lately, it’s him, he’s the first thing in your head. The first thing when you wake, and the first thing when you go to bed.
When Dave isn’t in your bed, you find it hard to sleep. Lucky for you, he’s been in it quite often as of late. And no, not in that way. Well, not just in that way. He hasn’t gone back home since that night, the night he told the girls about his divorce from their mom. But he’s had some pretty early mornings lately. When he left today, it was about four-thirty, far too early for you to fully wake; but he still kissed your forehead before leaving. You’d like to spend the mornings with him, at least for a little bit before he leaves, but you understand.
The presence of David lives in your house even when he’s not physically here. His reading glasses are on your night stand, well, his nightstand - the one on his side of the bed. There’s a book he’s been reading on the surface, too, along with a cup of water he fills regularly before bed. Smiling, you sigh, already missing him. And in the spirit of longing for your boyfriend, you decide to find one of his shirts, slipping it on over your head.
His too-big t-shirt reaches your thighs as you walk through the hallway, finding the kitchen. You’d left it dirty last night, having cooked dinner but feeling a bit lazy afterwards. Today though, you find it clean. Smiling to yourself, you sigh, knowing it was Dave. He’s not exactly a clean freak, but he is definitely one organized man. Speaking of the devil…
Princess, your new nickname. It makes you feel so giddy and special, as silly as it may be. Besides, previous boyfriends never treated this day with any sort of sentiment, so something as simple as this really means a lot to you.
At the office, Dave chokes on his coffee. Jesus, it’s ten o’clock in the morning. Not that that really matters to either of you.
Before you can wait for his response, the doorbell rings. Whipping your head around, you frown, wondering who it could be. You didn’t order anything, and you’re not expecting anyone, either. After a moment, the person knocks on the door with their knuckles, you dash to your bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweats.
“Hello?” As soon as you’d shimmied them on, you opened the door, nervous to greet your guest. But it’s just a delivery man, one who reads off your name. “Yes?”
Your eyes then drop to what he’s holding, and you smile. “These are for you. Have a good day, ma’am.”
Lips parting in awe, you take them, watching the man walk away. Even when you close the door and sit back down at the kitchen counter, you still can’t believe it. Nobody’s ever sent you flowers before, and to say you feel special would be an understatement. You can easily spot the small card poking out between the flower petals, retrieving it gently before reading it. Folding it open, your eyebrows quirk in curiosity at the writing.
Roses are dead
Violets are blue
Those flowers were hers
But these ones are for you
And then, your phone is buzzing. Before you can even message him about this, he’s calling you.
“Hi, baby.”
Immediately, your voice fills his chest with a sense of contentment. He releases a quiet sigh, smiling on the other end of the line.
“Hi, princess. Did you get the flowers I sent you?”
“I did,” Giggling slightly, you turn, admiring them. “They’re so pretty, no one’s… ever done that for me… before.”
“You deserve it.” Even through the phone, his heart fills with pride. He wishes he could’ve seen your face when receiving them. “ I’d give you the world if I had it.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Yeah, right.” He emphasizes, making you grin.
A moment of silence passes, each of you feeling smitten all over again. Nibbling on your lower lip, you glance back down at the card laying on the countertop.
“Oh, I wanted to ask… what’s with the note? Like, what does it mean?”
“Read it to me.” Dave requests, grinning to himself. He wants to hear you say it.
“Roses are dead, violets are blue, those flowers were hers, but these ones are for you.”
“Every time I gave Carol flowers, they were roses.” His response is immediate, and it makes you freeze up. Why is he telling you that? And on today of all days?
The thought makes him sigh with disappointment, so much time wasted. But now, he has you. “It wouldn't sit right with me if I gave you something that only reminds me of her. So, I got you violets, your own type of flower.”
“David…” It leaves you speechless, the meaning behind this. You never would have expected that to be his answer. “That’s… wow.”
“I love you, honey.” Dave expresses, wanting so badly to have spent this morning with you. “I really… I think you’re the one for me.”
“Baby, really?” Within moments of waking up, Dave has made this your most memorable Valentine’s Day.
“Of course, sweetheart.” Running the blunt edge of his nail along his desk, he hums, “You know, I actually have another present for you today.”
“Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah, how do you feel about going to dinner tonight?”
“Baby! I would love to!”
“Good, I figured it’s about time we had our first date. Our reservations are at seven.”
“Oh, wait. Shit.”
“What?”
“I’m working the evening shift tonight. I really wish I didn’t have to, it’s just been… ugh. Whatever. But I’m so sorry, baby.”
Genuinely, your heart sinks. You didn’t even consider that Dave might want to see you tonight. But right now, he’s not worried about that.
“Wait, what’s going on at work?”
“Nothing, it was just, it was something dumb. Everything’s fine.” Fuck, this is the last thing you want to talk about.
“No…” He drags out, raising a brow. And then he speaks your name, his voice stern as he asks again, “What happened?”
“Dave, it’s nothing.”
“If it’s nothing, then it shouldn't be a big deal for you to tell me.” He doesn’t like knowing about your stressors, but he’ll do everything in his power to relieve you of them.
“It was… yesterday, I mean, it wasn’t really that big of a deal, but…”
“Baby,” His voice is gentler now. “Talk to me.”
“There… something happened yesterday with one of the dads… at pickup.” You begin to explain, thinking back to your shift yesterday at the daycare. “He said some things to me that were… annoying, to say the least. And then sort of… grabbed me. But I -”
“Did he do something?” Dave’s voice is rushed, but not angry or loud. Not yet. But in his own head, Dave is fearing for the worst. What the fuck happened?
“He put his hand on my waist, and… kissed my cheek.”
“What?” David’s eyes go wide, brows raising high. “And where the fuck was his other hand?”
“He put it, well, it… he sort of grabbed my ass.”
“What?! What the hell did your boss say?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
Furious, he stands, running a hand over his face. But on your end, your lip is quivering, tears daring to drip down your cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen, and I -”
“What?” He interrupts. “You didn’t mean for it to happen?”
“No! Baby, I promise! I promise I wouldn’t do anything like that!”
“Baby, you don’t think this was your fault, do you?”
“W… What?”
“You told that prick to fuck off and he didn’t, how the hell could that have been your fault?”
Oh. He… kind of has a point. You thought he’d be pissed when he heard about this, not at the man or your work but at you.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He doesn’t understand, why wouldn’t you go to him as soon as this happened?
“I thought you’d be… mad.”
“I am mad! I’m pissed!” But when he’s met with your silence, he begins to understand. “But… not at you, baby.”
He’s starting to realize that he’s only making this situation worse. His reaction doesn’t exactly scream ‘cool, calm, and collected’. How can he expect you to come to him in the future when he reacts like this?
“I’m sorry, I just, I hate knowing that happened to you.”
“I know.” You mumble, calming down once his voice settles.
“What did your work do about it?”
“Well, I asked for the next day off, today, but they wouldn’t let me. I just wanted a day to collect myself, but they didn’t think it was necessary.”
“Okay, that’s it.” Standing from his desk, Dave puts the call on speaker. “I’m going up there.”
“What? What are you going to say?!”
“I’m going to tell them that you’re not coming in to work today.” He’s already reaching for his jacket, buttoning the front of it.
“Dave don’t! You could get me fired!”
“Not if I tell them I work for the DIA and investigate the livelihood of retired vets and their families.” His answer is quick as hell and honestly, makes a little bit of sense. Your dad was in the military, after all.
“How… how did you come up with that so quick?” You laugh, and it makes your love grin.
“Don’t worry about it.” He replies playfully. “And don’t worry about going into work today. Just get yourself ready, and I’ll pick you up around five, okay?”
“Wait, why five?”
“Oh, I forgot. We have a hotel room, too.”
“What?” At this, a surprised smile spreads fully across your lips.
“If I’m taking you out, I’m making sure there won’t be any familiar faces around to see us. That’s why we’re heading to the city. And if we’re going far, why not stay the night out there, hm?”
“I really can’t even believe you.” With a shocked giggle, you sigh. You feel giddy, filled to the brim with butterflies.
“Well, believe it, princess. Because I’ll be there at five. Get yourself packed and ready, okay?”
Nibbling on the corner of your lip, you nod. “Okay.”
“I love you, baby. I’ll make this right.”
You have to admit, the thought of Dave showing up at your place of work and flashing his badge to stand up for you is… quite the image. Knowing how protective he is of you and the lengths he’ll go to in order to prove it is making you swoon. Thinking of him walking in and putting your boss in his place, wearing his dark gray business suit with his badge on his hip, that deep voice growing stern with intimidation. Between David’s protectiveness and the night he has planned ahead, it’s all making you hot with anticipation.
“I love you, too.”
Taking an hour gap in the middle of his day is easy. With him coming in early and working late so often, he could take an hour break every day if he wanted. More often than not, though, he was too enthralled with his workload to do so. But you’re far more important than any legal document on his desk.
He already knows where you work, of course, but what you’re not aware of, is he knows your employee badge number and your boss’s full name, too. It makes him chuckle, the thought of it. That information was almost too easy to get.
Dave is going to your place of work under the pretense of his job, his specific position. And with that in mind, he keeps himself calm and collected. After all, there isn’t a scenario where he walks out of this building without getting his way. This will be easy for him.
The walls are colored in a bright blue with rainbows and flowers along their edges. At the receptionist’s desk, there’s a jar of candy and a small treasure chest of dollar-store toys. Right behind her sits a board with multiple flyers posted, ones detailing drop-off and pick-up times and the spirit week the facility is hosting for Valentine’s Day. It makes him grin, knowing you come here every day. He’d love to see you with kids, he knows you’re so kind and patient with them.
“Hi! How can I help you?”
“Hi there,” Dave grins, walking up and leaning on the counter’s edge. Lifting his badge, he allows it to lay open, quickly introducing himself. “David York with the Defense Intelligence Agency. I’m here to see a Mr. Adam Hall?”
Immediately, her kind smile fades into shock. She seems surprised and quite impressed, eyes flashing from Dave’s badge to his handsome face. Lips pursing, she swallows, flustered by his confidence.
“Um… y-yes, sir.” The way Dave carries himself would intimidate anyone, and she’s clearly not immune to it.
Picking up the phone, she presses Adam’s line, whispering a quiet, “Hi, there’s someone here to see you.” A moment passes before she responds with, “Law enforcement.”
Shortly after she sets the phone down, Adam is rounding the corner, confused suspicion written all over his face. At this, Dave perks up, happy he didn’t have to wait.
“Dave York.” He says, approaching the man while showing his badge. “Defense Intelligence Agency.”
“H-Hello… I’m um, I’m Adam Hall. What can I help you with, Mr. York?”
“I think it would be best if we talked in your office.” He replies, folding his badge into his front pocket.
Not willing to wait for a response, Dave takes the lead, walking Adam back to his own office. He even takes it upon himself to open the door, allowing your boss to walk in and take a seat at his desk. The entire situation is perplexing to him, his palms sweating with nerves, especially when Dave closes the door behind him.
“I’m here to discussion the accusation of sexual harassment in your place of work?” Dave offers, his voice appearing inquisitive.
“What? Sexual harassment, I, I never, we haven’t seen - ”
“Specifically pertaining to employee number 000245679.”
At this, his lips seal. Dave’s caught him.
“Can I… ask how you received this information?”
Dave is quick on his feet. “The wellbeing of United States veterans and their families is under my direct supervision.” Not exactly a lie - he’s actually dealt with cases like this before. And besides, you are his to care for.
“She’s… a veteran?”
“A close family member of hers is.” Dave clarifies, narrowing his eyes. “I understand a parent was the aggressor in this instance, occurring yesterday at approximately four-thirty in the afternoon, correct?”
“I’m, well, I’m not exactly sure. I don’t have the document in front of -”
“Pull it up.”
Gulping, he does just that, finding it as quickly as he can. “Yes, that is correct.”
“And what happened in this situation, exactly?” He wants Hall to read it himself, and read it aloud to see how ridiculously harsh he’s being on you. You could have sued, and all you asked for was a day off to process things.
“The… um, before clocking out, the employee encountered and greeted one of the children’s parents, Mr…” Hall then glances up, clearing his throat nervously. He trails off, wanting to be professional and leave the father's identity anonymous. But that’s fine, Dave probably would have gone after that man, anyway. “Said parent then complemented employee 000245679 on her physical appearance, and did not stop when she requested. Said father then approached employee 000245679, placing a hand on her waist and kiss, um… kissing her cheek.”
“And?” Dave prompts when your boss’s words stop.
“And laid his other hand on her backside.”
Trying to keep his composure, Dave sighs, glaring at the man before him. “This needs to be dealt with, Adam.”
“Well we’ve, um, we’ve already followed protocol on this, and…”
“Protocol? Claiming employee 000245679 is the one at fault is your protocol? Giving her no reassurance of this situation? Not speaking to this parent? Not even giving her a single day off to process this?”
Adam is silent, eyes barely able to meet Dave’s intense gaze.
“My protocol is as follows - employee 000245679 receives three days of PTO, given that she doesn’t take action for more money against this company. And this father is banned from campus.”
“The, his child is already enrolled in our program.”
“He is no longer allowed to drop-off nor pick them up from this building. Have I made myself and my expectations clear?” Standing, Dave keeps his stare.
“Y-Yes… sir.”
“That’s a good sport.” Dave grins happily, his words condescending. “I will be checking up on your progress, Adam.”
With an anxious nod, he stands to see Dave out, but he’s already walking through the door. Rounding the corner, he encounters the receptionist once again.
“Have a good day…” Dave begins, eyes finding her name tag. “Candice. Good to know.”
With a curt nod and friendly smile, he’s pushing open the door, returning to his car. Yep, just as easy as he’d expected it to be.
Back at his office, Dave finds it easy to return to his work, finishing it just how he always does. Working from the office has been far easier than doing so from home. Even if he were working from your apartment, he knows he’d be distracted.
But before clocking out for the day, he finds his insides growing with nerves. He’s excited to see you, he really is, but he hasn’t felt this anxious in years. Going on first dates just doesn’t… happen to him. He’s been married for so long that he never thought he’d be on one again. He hasn’t dated in decades. And even though the two of you already know each other, have already spent nights together and touched each other, he’s still nervous about it. What if he’s not gentlemanly enough for you? What if he’s too gentlemanly? What if you don’t like the places he’s taking you to? What if you end up wanting to go home? Jesus, he’s really becoming a nervous wreck.
Truthfully, he knows you’ll love anything he does for you. You adored the flowers he sent and because of that, he knows you’ll cherish his last gift for you. A silver necklace with a single pendant - one dried violet encased in resin. Something that will always last and hopefully, always remind you of him.
Placing it back in its tiny box, it gives him the confidence to go forward with these plans. Not that he’d ever cancel. He’s covered all of his bases for this - you’re going an hour away, it’s likely you won’t see any familiar faces. You’re staying overnight, so the both of you can truly enjoy your mini vacation. And lastly, he already told Carol and the girls he’d be spending a few days away from the house, they don’t even know he’s going anywhere. Tonight, it will be just you and him.
On your end, you couldn’t be more excited. You’ve never done something like this, and the fact that he’s taking you out in public is just amplifying it. For some reason, the risk of being caught isn’t scary to you, although it really should be. You also can’t wait to have him all to yourself in a hotel room, how fancy. You’ve enjoyed having him at your apartment, enjoyed the little bits of domesticity. But honestly… you’ve missed the sneakiness, the impulsiveness and excitement. And going on a spontaneous adventure is bringing all of that back.
You can’t contain your little squeal of eagerness when Dave calls, immediately snatching up your phone. “Hey, baby!”
“Hi honey,” The elation in your voice makes him smile, melting his worrisome nerves. “I’m here, are you ready?”
“Yeah! I’ll be right down!”
“Okay, do you need help with anything?”
“No, I don’t think so. Just packed an overnight bag. Oh also, I’m in comfy clothes. I figured I’d change into nicer ones at the hotel?”
“That’s perfect.” He reassures you, eager to see your gorgeous face.
“Okay! I’ll be right down, babe.”
Grabbing your small bag, you sigh, eager to get the night started. You’re wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, but inside you packed a nicer dress and a pair of pajamas. On top of your essential bathroom items and charger, you’re ready to go.
Dave’s sparkling silver Tesla is parked right out front, he really doesn’t seem to care anymore. Skipping over to the car, you open the back door, dropping your bag inside before closing it, and heading to the passenger side.
“Hey!”
“Come here.” Already, he’s leaning over the center council, hand finding the side of your face.
Leaning into him, your smiles meet, a giddy hum vibrating from you. He still has his scruff, which your fingers dance along when he gives you a handful of small kisses.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He’s still so smitten with you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I’m so excited!”
“I’m glad you are,” Dave sighs, smiling as he returns to his seat. “Get your seatbelt on, we’ve got a long drive.”
Snuggling in, you make yourself cozy, leaning in Dave’s direction. Crossing your legs, you fold your arms on the center console, his free hand landing on your thigh.
“So, you took care of things at work?” Gazing up at him with hearts for eyes, you sigh.
“Oh fuck, I totally forgot!”
Immediately, you shoot up. “What?!”
“Nah,” Dave smiles, laughing. “I took care of it.”
Swatting his arm, you roll your eyes. “Asshole.”
“Well this asshole got you three days of PTO.”
“Wait, really? But I’m part-time, I don’t get PTO.”
“You do now.” Squeezing your thigh lightly, Dave reminisces on the recent memory. And now, you are too. You can just picture it, Dave’s intimidation. And honestly, knowing he went out of his way to protect you like that is making you a little hot for him.
It’s not until now that he realizes, when he’s finally out of work-mode. You were harassed, actually assaulted. Someone invaded your privacy, and he wasn’t there to help. Sure, he made it better now, but he can’t undo what has already been done. And all at once, a wave of emotions surges over him, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly. He feels like he’s failed at his job; he can’t let that happen to you again.
“I can’t believe you did that for me.” Sliding your hand down, you gently grab his wrist.
“I’m here for you, sweetheart.” Comes that deep, rumbly voice. “I won’t let that happen again.”
The excitement you’d been yearning for all comes rushing back as soon as you get to the hotel room. The drive was easy, you mostly slept, but now, you’re full of energy. And once you got through your suite’s door, it became clear that Dave was, too.
His hands are on your hips, dragging them over his own. He can already feel your wetness, having taken off your outer garments. Once you were in just your bra and panties, you climbed onto his lap, wanting him all over again.
“I’ve missed you so damn much.”
“We were only apart for like,” You giggle, feeling the repeated press of his lips. “Eight hours.”
“Too fucking long.” Sliding his hand down, he grabs a fistful of your ass before slapping it, shoving you forward onto him.
He’s resting against the bed’s headboard, sitting up while you straddle his clothed lap. Pressing his open mouth to yours, Dave’s tongue slides inside, tangling with your own while you moan. Your body is resting entirely on his chest, arms looped around his neck while your fingers explore his mocha-toned hair.
“You sexy fucking thing,” He’s breathing hotly against your lips, both hands falling to your backside. “Thought about you all day, about that beautiful mouth and what it can do.”
“You really love blowjobs now, huh?” Your voice is laced in cockiness and lust, the thought of it sending a tingle between your thighs.
“You know I do.” He practically growls against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip.
“Yeah? I love giving them.”
“I can fucking tell.” Just barely, his hips roll up against you, his eyes flashing to his watch to check the time. Forty-five more minutes until your reservation. “Fuck, I love the way you swallow me.”
The last thing you expected this year was to go on a Valentine’s Day getaway with Molly York’s dad. But here you are, grinding down onto his lap while he grabs your bare ass, the two of you tugging on the other’s hair while swapping spit. And you fucking love it.
What would Molly say if she found out? What would she do? Who would she be more upset with? And why? But honestly, it’s pretty hard to think about anything when David’s hand is on the back of your head while he’s shoving his tongue down your throat. Fuck it, you really can’t keep yourself from her dad.
“When do we have to go?” Turning your head, your lips find his cheek, moving over the growing patches of dark hair.
“Forty minutes.” He responds, fingers curling into your hair and pulling.
It yanks you back, puffing your chest out toward him. With this new angle, he dives down, planting his face directly between your breasts.
“Fuck.”
Both hands find their way to your chest, pushing your tits up against his face. While mouthing at them, he groans, feeling your fingernails scrape over his scalp.
“I need to fuck your tits, baby.”
“Yeah? You like ‘em that much, huh?”
“Fuck yes… Jesus. They’re so fucking soft.” And then he becomes muffled, suffocating himself with them once again.
“Baby, I need to get ready soon.” You remind him sweetly while giggling.
“Not yet,” He mumbles, tongue laying over the side of your tit. “Please, not yet.”
He’s touching every part of you that he can, every inch he can reach. It’s been a little over a month and he still can’t get enough of you. He wants more, always. Always more.
“Come on,” Laughing, you tug lightly on his hair, bringing him up for some air. “You can play with them later, okay… daddy?”
“Oh, fuck me.” His face nearly goes slack from it. You’ve really got him under a spell.
With a quick peck, you’re climbing off of his lap, going into your bag to get out the dress you’d packed. It’s easy to slip on, the smooth fabric a lovely feeling against your skin. A pair of sparkling black heels fit your feet nicely, along with a pair of silver earrings to decorate yourself with. And it doesn’t take you long to apply your makeup, years of Pom coached you for that. Besides, you’re going for a simple, nude look anyway.
“Is this fancy enough, baby?” Walking out of the bathroom, you’re satisfied with your look. But you’re more worried about what he thinks.
“Absolutely.” He’s already standing at the mirror, making sure his tie is straight. “You look amazing.”
“Yeah, right.” You grin, rolling your eyes.
“Yeah,” He says, walking toward you. “Right.”
Staring up at him with a bashful smirk, Dave’s hands find your waist, pulling you into him. Shaking his head slightly, he sighs. “I can’t wait to have you tonight.”
“Yeah, and I have a little present for you, too.”
“You know, I also have one.”
“Another one? You’ve already given me enough!”
“Last one,” Your lover grins, “I promise.” And then he’s reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, flat box. “Here, open it.”
Eyeing him, you offer a look of faux annoyance, glancing down as your fingers pry open the sides. And immediately, your eyes widen, brows folding up in the center from the gift’s sentiment.
“Do you know what it is?”
“Baby, of course I do.” Delicately, your fingers pluck the necklace from its cushion, setting the box down on the table to your left. “A dried violet.”
“I told you,” Dave then says, prompting your eyes to return to his. “It’s your flower now.”
Staring into his eyes, you find yourself becoming emotional. No one has ever treated you like this.
“I love you.”
“I want you to think of me whenever you look at it,” He tells you, “And know how much I love you.”
The flower’s color goes perfectly with your dress, the black and purple hues blending nicely. David even takes it upon himself to place it around your neck, something that makes you swoon all over again. He’s gentle with it, just as gentle as he’s currently holding your hand.
Walking you through the lobby and front doors, Dave easily calls a cab, wanting both of you to be able to drink to your liking tonight. He even goes out of his way to open the car door for you, and the door to the restaurant, too.
It’s easily the nicest establishment you’ve ever been to; you honestly feel like you don’t belong. But David’s head is held high, holding onto your hand with pride. Your difference in age is quite obvious, especially with Dave’s facial hair, but you like it. As misogynistic as may sound, you like being the pretty little thing on Dave’s arm.
“Is this okay for you, honey?” He asks, getting situated in his seat after pulling out your chair. Internally, he’s a nervous wreck, and surprised he’s not sweating bullets.
“What? The restaurant?”
Dave nods, eyes full of worry. He wants you to like it; if you didn’t, he’d easily consider going elsewhere.
“Baby, this is perfect. I’ve never been to a place like this.”
Extravagant chandeliers hang on the ceiling, the walls a deep and elegant red with tables lining its edges. The music is dreamy and quiet, a pianist playing gracefully in the very center of the large room. Each setup has their own dimmed mood lighting, and is far enough away from the others to have private conversation. The smell of bread and garlic fills the air, alongside seafood and fresh greens. You can already feel yourself salivating just from the scent.
Dave is more than happy with your answer, releasing a breath of relief. Smiling, he takes a look at the menu, eyeing a bottle of white he thinks you’d enjoy.
“Would you be okay with me drinking tonight?” He asks, glancing up at you.
You offer an amused grin. “As long as I’m able to drink, too.”
And just like that, Dave is ordering a bottle of wine for the table, alongside water for the both of you and breadsticks to start. After that, you’ll be served spinach and artichoke dip with baked pita and olive oil. You hope you have the will to be able to pace yourself for the rest of your time here.
“Did I tell you where we’re going in a few days?” David asks, watching you take a sip from your glass.
“No, you haven’t!”
“How do you feel about Spain?”
“Spain? I’ve never even been there before!”
Dave smiles at your excitement, sipping at the bourbon he ordered. “Well, we’ll be staying at a hotel in Madrid.”
“I don’t know too much Spanish… is that okay?”
“That’s perfectly fine. I’m fluent, I’ll do all the talking.”
“You are not.” Jaw dropping in awe, you stare at him with lovestruck eyes. How does he still manage to impress you?
“Yeah, I am.” Huffing out a laugh, he nods. “That, and French.”
“Really? When did you have time to learn all of that?”
Dave just shrugs. “Part of the job.”
Your lover’s inner monologue couldn’t be more frantic, but in the best of ways. Every thought is pulling him in its own direction, from Spain to you to work to the restaurant’s food. Mostly though, he’s thinking about you. It’s taking his breath away, how stunning you look. He can see your toned physique through your dress, its silhouette highlighting your curves beautifully. Your neckline isn’t too low, but he can still see the dip of your cleavage. What he wouldn't give to run his tongue up that valley right now. He can still taste your tits on his tongue from when he worshiped them in your suite, the flavor of your skin reminiscing within him. He wants nothing more than to pull you aside, run his palms along your body and grab your softest places. And the way you did your makeup tonight has him smitten, your eyelashes fluttering gracefully with your smooth lips fucking taunting him in that shade of lipstick. He’s going to ruin you tonight.
“Dave?”
“Hm?” Eyes immediately darting up, you see him become slightly flustered, a shade of pink coloring his ears.
“You’re that distracted, huh?” You tease, placing your elbows on the table so you can fold your hands together, resting your chin on them.
“Yeah, baby…” He sighs, eyes dropping to your chest again. “You look so good tonight.”
The only thing that pulls him out of this trance is when your food comes, and even then, he finds it difficult to look away. But the smell of your food easily captures your attention, the seafood pasta you ordered already making your mouth water.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Your waiter asks, clasping his hands together.
Before even touching his food, David does about you. “Do you want another drink? A different type of wine?”
“No, it’s okay, babe. I really like this one.” Reassuring him with a kind smile, you then transfer it to the waiter. “Thank you.”
“You know,” Staring at your plate, you smile, twisting your fork into the buttered pasta. “You’ve been such a gentleman.”
“Really?” Almost desperately, he looks up. “You think so?”
“Are you kidding me? The flowers? The hotel? My necklace? This restaurant? And then what you did at work? I really can’t believe you’re doing all of this for me.”
Internally, you wonder if he’d done these types of things for Carol, too. And whether or not he did, you hope he continues to do it with you.
“I told you I’d take care of you.” He says while stabbing his fork into a piece of food. “Whatever you want,” And then he’s looking up into your eyes, carob-colored orbs staring into your own. “It’s yours.”
And he really meant it. Because as soon as you said you, I want you, he was paying for your bill. He’d been itching to get his hands back on your body since you left his lap in the hotel room. Before leaving, though, he asks if you’d like anything else. More wine? Dessert? Being that it’s Valentine’s Day, you ordered two slices of cheesecake with strawberry drizzle and chocolate ganache, hoping to share it back in your room.
“Come here,” He rushes out, pushing you up against the wall.
“Baby,” Comes your small giggle. “I have to put this in the - ”
“Just put it down.” Grabbing the box from your hand, he shoves it onto the nearest table, both hands then quickly falling to your ass.
He’s pulling it up, scrunching it along your hips as he positions himself between them. Already, he’s grinding into you, breathing heavily against your neck. You can feel the pressure, the firm weight of his body moving against you, and you almost can’t breathe from it. Your hands find his head, his hair, eyes closing as he starts sucking on your neck.
“Baby…” Gently, you roll your pelvis forward, grinding against him, and it only provokes him to press you further into the wall.
“You’re so beautiful,” Dave mumbles, hands incessant on your body. He’s running his palms along your waist, squeezing your curved features before traveling to your thighs and grabbing them, too. “Fuck, how do you have such a hold on me?”
Breathlessly, you find your words. “Let me get out of this first, baby. Don’t you wanna see your surprise?”
“Fuck.” Dropping his head down, he catches his breath, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Swallowing thickly, he then nods. “Okay.”
Against his better judgment, he backs up just enough for you to wiggle out between him and the wall. Taking his hand, you kiss it, dropping it when you walk off toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
With a heavy breath, Dave shakes his head, making his way over to the bed. Plopping himself down, he lays back, running a heated palm over his face while he groans. The pulse in his crotch is already so apparent that it hurts, and he’s not sure if you’re getting lingerie on or what but he honestly doesn’t even care. You could come out in a goddamn ghillie suit and he’d still jump on you.
“Baby?”
“Yeah?” He replies, head turning in your direction.
“Where are you?”
“Laying on the bed…” His voice trails off as he says it, curious about your plan. “Why?”
“Okay, close your eyes. And stay there!”
Huffing out a chuckle, he does as he’s told, folding his hands over his stomach while doing it. “Okay.” He calls back, “Ready.”
Slowly, the bathroom door creeps open, poking your head out to make sure he’s telling the truth. And when you see that he is, you step toward him with quiet feet.
“Keep them closed, baby…” You remind him gently, running your palms up his covered thighs.
It makes him smile, his insides tingling with excitement. What is this?
Crawling onto his lap, you situate yourself over him, placing your hands on his chest. With a giddy smile, you hum, whispering to him. “Okay, open them.”
He keeps a straight face as his eyelids flutter, caramel orbs growing a bit wide. At first, he sees your face, your angelic face. But then his gaze trails down, taking in the fabric of your tightly cropped top, its bedazzled hemline and long black sleeves. Your midsection is showing, your cute little belly button resting just above the edge of your skirt, more sparkles lining its edge.
“Oh my fucking god.”
It’s funny how quick his opinion on these outfits has changed. When Molly first came home in it, he was livid. Why the fuck did it have to be so short? So revealing? He understands she’s not in high school anymore but still, he wasn’t happy about it. But with you, it’s the complete opposite. He wishes your uniform showed more.
“Do you like it, baby?” It’s a timid question, said while dragging your pointer finger down his chest.
“Baby…” His voice is low, hands reaching up to take hold of your hips.
The first time he ever saw you in it, he’d imagined bending you over and fucking you brainless. And now, he finally has that chance.
“This is for me?” Dave mumbles, unable to tear his eyes away from you.
“Mhm,” Tilting your head to the side, you reach out to cup his face, bringing his gaze back to you as you repeat, “Do you like it, daddy?”
“Princess,” Huffing out a quick breath, he shakes his head. “Get on your fucking knees.”
Before you even have a chance to move, he’s sitting up and pushing you off of his lap. You stumble back, quickly feeling Dave’s hands grab you. He spins you around so your back is against the bed, watching you fall to your knees just like he said.
“Fuck me.” He’s already undoing his belt, “Baby, you have no idea how much I like it.”
“I think I’m getting the hint.” You grin, staring up at him.
You look so pretty, resting on your knees for him, waiting patiently while he undresses. And he does so rapidly, fumbling with his pants before reaching in to pull himself out.
“Baby,” He says, already fighting for breath. “I want you to suck on it.”
He’s completely full and resting in front of your face, tip red and leaking, dripping. Leaning in, your tongue lays out to catch some of it, and you swear you see him twitch. Reaching up, you go to place your hand on his base, but he swats it away.
“No hands.” That deep voice demands, “Just do it.”
The way he’s speaking to you makes your eyes go wide, leaning back against the bed as your lips part for him. His right hand falls behind your head, his other on his base to guide the tip in. Watching intently, his brows narrow, feeling his tip run across your soft skin. He slides it over your bottom lip, glossy precum oozing from the slit.
“I love your little uniform…” He tells you lowly, “Remember seeing you in it for the first time.”
“Rea -”
“No talking.” He grunts, shoving himself in, and you immediately gag on him. “Swallow it, princess, I know you can do it.”
You wiggle back, trying to get a breath but he doesn't let you. Leaning further in, he presses you against the side of the bed, the hand he had on his base moving to hold your jaw open.
“Oh, god.” Tossing his head back, Dave releases a guttural groan, the length of him pulsing inside your throat. Gently, he pets at your hair, feeling you begin to settle down beneath him. “There you go, princess.”
Keeping your eyes open, you stare up at him, doing your best to take deep breaths. You’re also trying to keep your hands at your sides, this new rule forcing you to beg for him. And when he tilts his head back down to see your pretty eyes, he moans, eyes raking over your features. His thumb slides toward your mouth, prodding at your bottom lip.
“A little cheer girl…” He mumbles, a cocky smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. “All for me.”
While maintaining eye contact, you wiggle your tongue beneath him, his jaw dropping as he hisses from the sensation. That’s when both hands drop to your face, his hips moving back. He sets a gentle pace, reveling in the smooth slide of your tongue. Hesitantly, you reach up, wanting to hold his thighs. But remembering his new rule, they shoot back down.
“Good girl,” He praises happily, surprised by your restraint. “Baby, that was so good.”
It provokes a small, happy mewl from your throat, drool slowly but surely beginning to pour down your chin. He can feel it, too, every time his scrotum connects with your skin. The squelch of it quickly becomes loud, but he doesn’t really care. Your blowjobs were usually sloppy.
“Jesus Christ,” He grunts, running the fingers of his dominant hand through the hair at the crown of your head. Harshly, he fists it, moving forward to completely pin your head against the bed. It surprises you, so much so that your hands reach out to grab the fronts of his thighs.
“I said no fucking touching.” Grabbing your wrist, he snaps it to the side, tossing it away from him.
Harshly, he fucks himself into your mouth, staring down while trying to catch his breath. Jesus, he wishes you were both in the stadium. Thinking about pulling you to the side at halftime and fucking your face is making his high arrive far too fast.
“You’re taking it so good, swallowing me so good…” His praise lights your body on fire, makes you moan and want for his touch. “How’s it taste, huh? You like how I taste?”
“Mhm,” Is the most you’re able to get out, eyes rolling back as he slides down your throat again. His tip repeatedly punches against your inner skin, the space between your legs tingling with excitement. And if you can’t touch him, you figure you might as well touch yourself.
David feels your slight shift, glancing further down as he watches your hand slither between your legs. Lifting up the front of your skirt, Dave can see the black lining underneath, your tiny fingers rubbing over it.
“You dirty little thing.” It would be considered degradation if he didn’t say it so lovingly.
The angle is awkward but he wishes so desperately that it wasn’t. He’d give anything to watch you rub yourself while you sucked on him. But he’s already too close to his high, and he wants to do so much more.
With a firm grunt, he pulls himself out of your mouth, listening to your harsh gasp punch into the air. Your chin and neck are wet from it, even the very front of your top.
“C’mere, princess.” With a small groan, he leans down, picking you up by your armpits.
You barely have time to find your footing before he’s shoving you backwards onto the bed and climbing over you. You’re shocked, what is he doing?
“Keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.” He reminds you, placing his knees on either side of your biceps.
It cages you in, along with his weight pressing into your chest. But he does his best to keep himself upright, not wanting to hurt you. And after a moment, you come to your senses, thinking he must want you to suck him off like this. But that’s before he’s yanking the edge of your top up over your tits. You chose not to wear any garments beneath the uniform, so when he pulls the top up, your breasts immediately bounce out.
“Look at that,” His eyes have gone wide, irises blown as he stares down at your naked chest. But then he does something you wouldn’t have even fathomed. He spits.
Reaching down, he rubs it over your chest, sliding it up and down the valley between your breasts. Your breaths become heavy and ragged, pretty eyes staring up at him as you call out, “David.”
“Have I told you how badly I wanna fuck your tits?” He’s still not looking at you, his wet thumb gliding over your pretty, pebbled peak.
Spitting into his palm, he then returns it to his base, running it over his erection. Inside, your heart is pounding, watching Dave touch himself in front of you like this. And he’s towering over you, chest expanding with every heavy breath.
“Yeah…” Mumbling, he leans in, placing the thickness of his cock in that luscious divot. His hands find either side of your breasts, pushing them together. Dave’s eyes roll back when he does it, feeling your softness encase him. “Yes… yes.”
All too quickly, he’s thrusting himself against you, sliding his cock between your tits while those broad hands continue to fondle them. Occasionally, his thumb will swipe over your nipple, his breaths already quick and erratic.
“Baby, daddy,” Your voice is high and desperate, pleading with him, “Can I please touch you? Please?”
Easily, he gives in, nodding. “Yeah, princess. Touch me, do whatever you want to me.”
Instantly, your hands come up, arms wrapping around his thighs. Your fingertips caress the exposed skin along his pelvis, the curly hairs at his base.
“Fuck me, I’m gonna cum.”
“Really, daddy?”
“Baby, I can’t, I can’t help it. Fuck.”
“Are you gonna cum on my tits, daddy?” You’re only egging him on, feeling the firm thrum of the vein along his shaft.
“Oh, I want to, baby. I really want to.”
“Please do it, baby. Please.” Your voice is soft as you coo to him, staring up at his focused face. But all he’s looking at is your bouncing flesh as it jiggles around his erection, his spit creating the perfect slippery space for him to fuck.
“S-Shit, shit.”
You’re almost speechless, witnessing his reaction to this. Staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, the only thing that rips your attention away from him is the warm splatter covering your breasts. He’s groaning above you, hips jerking against your chest. His jaw has dropped completely, brows furrowing harshly as he watches it spurt from his tip. The sensation of it shivers through his pelvis and up his spine, his lungs doing their best to get in adequate breaths.
“Baby…” Sighing, you smile, adoring the blissful look on his face. “Can you get a towel for me?”
Tilting his head, he stares down at you, wondering aloud, “You think I’m not gonna fuck you in this?”
Honestly… yes, you absolutely thought that. With him cumming so quickly, you thought he’d be done for the night. But you’re happily surprised to find out otherwise. And Dave is easily able to read your reaction based on your sly grin.
Climbing off your chest, Dave sighs, dropping his pants the rest of the way down his legs. And when you finally sit up, Dave is right in your face, cupping your cheek so he can kiss you. But you’re only allowed one before he’s grabbing your hips again, this time flipping you onto your stomach. And you move easily with him, the strength he has not giving you much room to protest.
“Fuck, baby.” His voice is ragged, his left hand smacking your ass while his other hold shoves your skirt up and over your hips. Dragging the thin material to the side, he exposes your glistening pink lips, immediately moving to rub his tip against them.
He’s already half hard, his body clearly pent up from the surprise you gave him tonight. Slapping himself against your backside, he groans when you wiggle your hips against him, grinding against his pelvis. By now the spend on your chest has rubbed into the bedsheets, but it’s not really a concern for you. You’ll likely shower afterwards, and you’re sure Dave will call for new sheets.
“I love you,” It was the last thing you expected him to say, but it makes your heart swoon.
“Baby,” Softly, you whine for him. “I love you, too.”
And then, he’s sliding in, his head prodding at your entrance. He easily makes it past the thin skin of your outer lips, feeling your heat surround him once again. And when he’s halfway in, both hands find your hips, guiding you back as he pushes further in.
“Baby,” Gasping, your fingers reach for the comforter, fisting it in your hand.
It stings slightly, and how you’re not used to his girth yet astounds you. A small flutter washes through your hips, and David can feel it. He groans from the way you pulse around him, from the texture of your slick, gummy walls sucking him in.
“I wanna do this again.” He then states, his pace much quicker than before. “Please let me fuck you in this again.”
“You like it that much, huh, daddy?”
“I fucking love it, you’re so goddamn sexy in this.”
Before you can respond, he’s hitting something so powerful inside you that it forces a cry from your throat, a euphoric shiver running through your body.
“I remember the first time I saw you do the splits, your pretty little ass hanging out beneath your skirt. Fuck me, that was so hot, baby.”
“I like that you saw,” You’re breathless, the memory making your insides fizzle with arousal and ecstasy. “I w-wanted you to see.”
Baring his teeth briefly, David’s palm smacks down on your cheek, the hit stinging your soft skin. “I fucking knew it.”
“D-Daddy,” You almost can’t even respond to him, the wetness from your arousal mixing with his own, the combination beginning to drop down your legs.
“And when I saw you do it in my backyard… god damn. I touched myself to it, did you know that, princess? I touched myself to the thought of you after you did that.”
“Fuck, baby!” Thinking of Dave jerking off after seeing your flexibility makes you grin. His want for you was always so obvious, you still wonder how others don’t see it. “I love that, I love it…”
Another swat at your ass and you’re tossing your head back, ragged groans and high whines slipping past your lips. It takes everything in you to bounce back against him, but truthfully, it’s useless. Dave is doing most of the work and he doesn’t mind one damn bit.
“And you were so quick to show me your tits.” He huffs out, laughing. “You were such a whore for it.”
“Fuck me.” Groaning, you smile beneath him, shoving your face into the covers.
“Look at you now,” He coos mockingly, “All bashful for me.”
Leaning over your pliant form, he presses his clothed chest to your barely-covered back. “You weren’t so bashful when I was fucking your mouth, were you, princess?”
Reaching around, your hand finds the back of his head, tilting your own back to press your cheek to his. Smirking, he hums from the feeling of your fingernails dragging across his scalp, his hips unrelenting in their pace against your ass.
“And now you’re mine, all for me. My pretty girl, my perfect princess. You think anyone else is gonna touch you while you’re with me? Huh, baby?”
“No,” Comes your small whimper, your small pleasure center throbbing from the friction you’re receiving. The point of your pelvis is rubbing against the bed with every one of David’s thrusts, and it’s making your head spin.
“Jesus, I can’t believe I get to cum in your tight pussy. Just a sweet thing, a young girl for me to touch whenever I please.”
“Y-Yes, baby. Yes…”
He’s rambling, exposing his innermost thoughts and not regretting one word of it. The way you’re trembling is evident, and it makes him grin.
“Are you going to cum, baby? I won’t be happy until you do.”
“Please, make me. It feels so good when you make me…”
Stuffing his hand down between your belly and the bedsheets, he lowers it to find your throbbing clit, spreading your lips to rub the pad of his pointer finger over it. Almost immediately, you’re crying out and pushing back against him, but his weight keeps you down. Turning his head, he plants an array of kisses on your cheek, from quick to sloppy to firm. Arching your back slightly, you accept it, the euphoria that overcomes you. It’s like you can’t register anything besides him, besides the press of his weight and the sensation of his kisses, the forceful, blissful intrusion of his erection. Pressing against your backside, he stills, shoving himself entirely inside. And the way you choke him forces a guttural groan from his chest, heavy and humid breaths fanning out over your skin.
But then, he’s lifting himself, pulling out with his dominant hand flying down to his shaft. With hurried breaths, he stares down at your ass, jerking himself off over the entrancing curves of it. This time around, it shoots from his tip, thick ropes landing over your bare curves and uniform, painting everything in the nearest vicinity white. You can feel how hot it is, the gooiness of it dripping over your skin. He watches it soak into the fabric of your skirt, smirking to himself at the sight of it. And after a moment, he slows, squeezing the last few drops from his tip.
“D-David,”
“I’m here,” Comes his instant response, left hand gripping you tight. “I’m here, baby…”
Dropping to his knees, he breathes a sigh of contentment, saying once again, I’m here, before shoving his face between your legs.
“Jesus!” You shriek, taken completely off guard by the act.
But he doesn’t stop, he just moans. The vibrations overstimulate you, your hips jerking from it as you giggle. But his hands lift to your hips, keeping you still. Rapidly, his tongue pokes out to lick you, sliding through your sensitive lips with the tip just barely flicking your clit.
And while he enjoys you from behind, you relax into it, reveling in this moment. You’ve never had a man enjoy you so openly, worship you so fully. And you find yourself wondering how he’s going to be on your vacation.
Ughhhh Daddy looking Hella good tonight.
God I need that today, Daddy always seems to help when it's needed.
Christmas Carols
Day 16
Daddy Dave ‘verse
Welcome to the 2022 Christmas Writing Challenge!
Summary: You and Dave get a surprise during your weekend tryst.
Pairings: Dave York x Reader (female), Dave York x You
Fandom: The Equalizer 2
Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1,100
Warnings: language, infidelity, SMUT, PiV sex, unprotected sex, Daddy/baby girl relationship, age gap…let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: This takes place directly after last year’s Day 21; Naughty or Nice.
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“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good wrapped around me,” Dave groaned as he pounded into you. You could only whimper in response. Dave had you pinned down on the couch on your back. Your legs were pressed together and propped up on his shoulder. He was able to get in so deep this way, you saw stars every time he slid back in.
Your parents were still away on their long weekend. Dave had snuck into your room two nights ago to punish you for being ‘naughty’ and hadn’t left since. Apparently Carol thought he was away on business, but the only business he had conducted all weekend was between your legs.
You were used to sneaking around, catching stolen moments when you could. You rarely got to be with him for this long. It was absolute bliss. You loved having him all to yourself.
“Gonna cum,” you moaned. “Please, Daddy, can I?”
“Yeah, baby girl,” he grunted. “Soak my cock.” He speared into your g-spot and your whole body arched as you hurdled into the most intense orgasm.
“That’s it, baby,” Dave groaned. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He pumped a few more times before he stilled deep within you and came with a shout. Not five seconds later the doorbell rang. You were still in a post orgasmic daze, and it didn’t register immediately. Dave, always on high alert even after coming, snapped his head in the direction of the front door.
“Are you expecting someone?” He asked.
“Huh?” You murmured.
“There’s someone at the door,” he told you. As if to prove his point, the doorbell rang again.
“What the hell?” You said, lowering your legs from Dave’s shoulder and sitting up.
“Are you expecting someone?” Dave repeated.
“No,” you said with a shake of your head. Dave stood and grabbed his boxers that he had tossed on the floor in his frenzy to get inside of you. He pulled them on and handed you your discarded robe.
“Let me go check who it is,” you said as you stood up.
“Wait,” Dave warned, “maybe you should let me go…could be anyone. That boy still bothering you?” You shook your head no immediately. Blaine. The guy who had been low key stalking you. After your Spring break trip with Dave, Blaine had practically disappeared. You still saw him sometimes on campus, but he always took off once he noticed you. You couldn’t help but wonder if Dave had said something to him.
“He hasn’t even looked in my direction since Spring,” you told Dave.
“Good,” he growled. He started walking towards the front door. You ran after him and pulled him to a stop.
“What’re you doing?” You asked. “You can’t answer my door in your underwear, Dave…what if it’s someone we know?” Dave frowned when he realized what he had been about to do.
“I’ll just see who it is and get rid of them as quickly as possible,” you said gently. “If it makes you feel better, just wait nearby, but out of sight.” Dave nodded and moved into a position near the door, but not visible to whoever was on the other side. You looked down to make sure you were presentable, then opened the door. You were greeted by eight of your neighbors…including Carol—Dave’s wife—with their young daughter, Molly.
“Merry Christmas!” Tom, the head of the country club board said cheerily.
“Hi, Mr. Campbell,” you replied. “What brings you all here?”
“Well, we’re out and about, spreading Christmas cheer!” He exclaimed. They immediately launched into song. You just stared at them, trying desperately to keep the look of horror off your face. They finished their song and stared at you expectantly. After a moment you recovered from your shock and clapped.
“That was wonderful,” you said. “Thank you so much for stopping by. It was beautiful.” They wished you a merry Christmas and moved on to the next house, but not before Molly ran up to hug you. You squeezed her back and tried to ignore the pang in your chest at what you were doing to this beautiful little girl’s family.
“I go sing now, but we play later?” She asked in her sweet voice.
“I’ll always make time to play with you, Molly,” you replied with a smile.
“Yes, Molly, dear, she’ll be babysitting you in a few nights when Daddy gets back,” Carol said.
“What?” You asked, surprised.
“Oh, shoot,” Carol groaned. “I completely forget to ask you! Are you able to watch her Wednesday night? Dave has been out of town, and I’ve planned a wonderful date night for us once he gets back.” Your stomach dropped.
“Oh, uh,” you stuttered, not sure what to say. “I’ll check my schedule and let you know.”
“Great!” Carol said happily. “We better catch up with the others. See you soon!” She whisked Molly away, and you closed the door quietly. You stood there, staring, your hands still on the door. Dave came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“I’m sorry you had to do that, baby,” he whispered into your ear. You shivered.
“I feel like such a piece of shit,” you whispered back. Dave turned you around and grasped your throat gently.
“You are not a piece of shit,” he ground out between his teeth. “Do you understand me? You. Are. Not. A. Piece. Of. Shit. Carol and I have not been husband and wife for a long time. You know how I feel about her…how I feel about you.”
“But you’re married to her,” you said quietly, “not me…it’s still morally wrong.”
“Baby girl,” he smirked, “nothing about me is moral.” You couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped you. “Don’t worry about all this. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the weekend before we have to go play pretend again.”
“Ok,” you said with a nod. You really didn’t want to examine your thoughts on this arrangement right now. You decided to try to lighten the mood. “I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t answer the door after all.”
“That would have been a bit awkward,” Dave said with a smile. “Now forget about all that and take your robe off. I need to suck on those perfect tits.”
“Daddy!” You squealed in mock horror. “That’s so crass.”
“Get your sweet little ass over here,” he growled and yanked you back onto the couch. You still had two more days until your parents returned home, and Dave intended to make the most of it.
Day 17
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A friend pointed me your way and told me to submit these two works to y’all, so here goes!
Let’s Talk About Sex Baby series - all smut, pure filth.
Well, This Is Awkward series - lots of smut, with plot as well. A bit of a longer read.
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“Hey! Hey!” What is it with dogs and mail deliveries? *pulls package out of dog’s mouth*
Thanks for the smutty treasures @pedro-pascal-love … Can confirm “Well, This Is Awkward” is a fire starter! Sounds like you’ve got some filthy friends there. I’m free for lunch. While you’re at it, tell that friend of yours they get a referral bonus! I should have something around here somewhere… If you hear screeching against concrete, it’s definitely not the fan being moved in front of my desk chair.
Hey Claire! We got another package addressed to @just-here-for-the-moment and @javierpinme c/o The Smut Basement!
Pairing: Dave York x F!Nanny Rating: Explicit (18+)this is not for minors - get out of here Warnings: SMUT - hair pulling, cum play, choking, spanking, blowjob, language, cheating/infidelity, very heavy daddy kink, unprotected sex (and that’s just the first chapter!)
Summary: What was supposed to be a one night stand turns into something more, something unexpected. Dave and Reader navigate through a whirlwind of events, some good and some bad, but what lies around the corner for them will test everything. Will their love be enough to restore how things once were? Or will they be left to pick up the pieces on their own?
Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Rating: Explicit (18+)this is not for minors - get out of here Warnings: SMUT - PWP, language, fluff, mutual pining, dirty talk, cum play, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, anal play, some choking, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP FOLKS), oral (male and female receiving)
Summary: Din learns the ins and outs of sex.
I think this calls for taking the day off for a reading session. What do you think, Claire?
- Lauren