Summary: ask: Dave Lizewski smut where he's a virgin and his girlfriend shows him what 69 is and he whimpers a lot please!!
Genre: SMUT (nsfm)
Warnings: reader and Dave are 18/19, hints of dom!reader and sub!Dave, virgin!Dave, 69-ing, oral sex (f & m receiving), praise
~ hope you enjoy this anon <33 ~
DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST
The mid-afternoon sun shines past your sheer curtains, your copy of Jane Eyre lays abandoned on your bedroom floor. Poor Dave looks more flustered than when he'd first arrived and you can't exactly blame him because his T-shirt is halfway up his chest, your nails scratching at his stomach as your hand finds his nipple. His glasses are crooked on his nose and you can only hear his heavy breathing as he stares at your ceiling fan.
Your other hand dips under his, already-opened, jeans and palms his dick. That elicits a squeak from him and you snap your head up, grinning. "There you are, I was afraid you'd passed out on me or something," you tease as you lean back onto your heels and remove your hands.
Dave clumsily sits up as well, hurrying to adjust his glasses as his dark curls fall over his vibrant blue eyes. His shirt falls over his stomach again and looks down at himself; he's a mess. A deep crimson blush spreads across his cheeks, over his nose, and up to the tips of his ears.
You're still dressed in that loose sundress. Mis-matched fluffy socks cling to your feet as the softness brushes against your inner thigh from your sitting position. Without wasting time, you crawl over Dave as he falls back onto your blankets, his chest rising and falling once your fingers find the loops of his jeans. "Baby—"
"Shh, no talking," you warn as you shimmy his jeans off him. There is an undeniable dark spot on his boxers and your grin widens. You move lower on the bed, your hand on his hips as you remove his boxers next. The surprise sound he makes is delicious. His dick springs free, the pink tip dripping pre-cum and you giggle. "You're so cute," you say and press a kiss to his dick.
You know Dave isn't as experienced as you are. Because of this, you've been taking things slow and you haven't gone all the way yet. Although he tries, he doesn't tend to last super long—he's so easily overwhelmed. You hold the base of his dick, licking up his shaft as you keep your gaze on him. You can't see his face very well, but you can see his breathing and you reach up with your other hand, lifting his shirt again.
Dave moans and his hands clutch the sheets. "Ah,"
You remove your mouth from him and sit up again. This time, he whines from the loss. "Baby, d-don't stop. Please." He uses his forearm to prop himself up as he looks at you pathetically.
His dick twitches with need.
"Take off your shirt, I wanna try something new," you say and wait for him to listen.
Without a word, after awkwardly fumbling with the sleeve holes, Dave removes his shirt and throws it across the room. He looks at you expectantly, his pretty eyes shining and you smile sweetly.
You crawl over him again and press a kiss to his pink lips. Dave returns to kiss with enthusiasm, his hand finding your hair as he presses you against his chest. You smile against his lips and pull away to remove your panties.
Dave watches you with heavy eyelids, his cheeks still flushed. Once your panties are off, you kiss your boyfriend again and move your lips to his ear. "We're gonna combine two moves you know very well, babe," you say and bite his earlobe just enough to cause a moan.
Without more warning, you straddle him backwards. Dave's hands rest on your hips and he instantly understands. You lean forward, your lips finding his stomach as you kiss lower and lower and lower until you're touching his cock again.
As if on cue, Dave wraps his arms around your thighs and flips up your dress, kissing around your inner thigh like a starved man. He's gotten good at eating you out and he loves it almost more than when you suck him.
You knew he would like this.
You moan against Dave's dick as he kisses your slit, burying his face into and pulling you closer to sit on him. You're almost afraid he'll suffocate but when he begins to lick, you shiver and stroke your hand up and down his dick faster. "Uh, fuck, Davey—" you groan, your kisses becoming sloppy as he sucks your clit. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and he bucks up his hips.
You take him inside your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you steady his hips. Your hands are shaking from the feeling in your stomach. He's gotten really really good at this. You want to return the favor so you ignore how his dick hits your throat and continue to suck him and breathe through your nose.
"You taste so good," Dave mutters into your pussy, kissing it some more. "Fuck, I'm close. I- I can't hold it much longer. Please can I come?" Dave is whining against your clit now, the vibrations making you squeeze your eyes shut. You can feel his dick twitch and you see his legs shake. You remove your mouth with a pop and stroke him harder and faster.
"Go on, oh~ fuck~" you groan, falling forward as Dave returns the enthusiasm on your pussy. "Go–on, come for me—"
He doesn't need to be told again as you attach your lips to his tip again and swallow the ropes of cum as he groans and continues to pleasure you. His dick falls from your lips as you fall forward, arching your back. You're close as well.
As Dave recovers, he moves his hand to your inner thigh and adds some pressure to your clit with his thumb. His tongue continues to explore you and you let out a shrill cry, clutching the sheets as you come. Dave laps up your juices and lets his head fall further into the pillow as you move off him and turn around. Your legs are as shaky as his as you move towards him again, your hand on his chest as he lifts his head. Dave's chin and nose are covered in your cum and your cheeks warm up.
He looks even messier now.
You lean in to kiss him, laying next to him now as you trace hearts on his abs and continue to move your lips against his.
"What did you think?" you ask against his lips.
Dave blinks, his eyes a little glossy. He runs a hand up your back and twirls some strands of your hair between his fingers. He looks at you. Clearly, he has no coherent thoughts in his head because all he says is, "Thank you."
You laugh, "Such a good boy," you whisper, kissing him again and holding his cheek.
quote: “Like every serial killer already knew: eventually, fantasizing just doesn’t do it for you anymore”
Pairing: Dave Lizewski x fem!Reader
Warnings: smut!! (p in v, dirty talk, etc) it’s porn with little to no plot aka mdni
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: this is self indulgence at its finest
“Hey, study partner,” you sang out, giving Dave a cheeky smile as you opened the door of your apartment.
“Hey,” he gave a polite, though slightly nervous, smile back.
You’d been paired together in your speech 101 class to complete a “group speech”. Though, at first you were certain you’d gotten the short end of the stick when you realized you were the only group of two in the class. Not to mention you got paired up with the quiet, kind of dorky guy.
It only took two study sessions for your mind to change entirely.
His dorkiness quickly became endearing, especially when you realized just how cute he was up close. His messy hair and stupid glasses were stupidly attractive. He was surprisingly jacked under all the layers he normally wore. And, god, his eyes.
If he looked at you with his eyes all wide and innocent-looking one more time, you were certain you’d end up jumping him.
All of that, paired with how cute and blushy he got any time you flirted with him, was the perfect storm: you needed him bad.
You opened the front door of your apartment a little further, allowing him inside. He shuffled just past you, dropping his bag unceremoniously in order to pull off his shoes. You leaned against the wall to observe him as he did, finding yourself watching his every move like a hawk as of late. It was hard not to. You’d certainly had enough dirty dreams in the weeks prior, leading to even dirtier thoughts guiding your hand every time you go that familiar feeling fluttering in your stomach.
You only snapped out of it when he turned to you, his cheeks flushing a bit as he realized you were watching him. Only, you weren’t so nervous. You never were one to shy away from a crush. You merely smiled at him, pulling yourself off the wall and grabbing his arm.
“Come on,” you said, tugging him towards your room.
“W-what?” he blushed harder, quickly grabbing his bag as you pulled him along. “What about the… the living room?”
“My roommate is watching a movie in there with her boyfriend tonight,” you stated, omitting the fact that you asked her to occupy the space that night so you’d have an excuse to get him in your bedroom.
“Oh…”
“It’s okay. My bed’s comfier anyway. Trust me,” you smirk over your shoulder, loving the fact that you could practically read what went through his mind in that moment.
That was the other thing you found yourself liking about Dave: you could read him like a book. Any time he was nervous, he fiddled with his hands. Any time he was stressed about class, he buried a hand in his hair roughly. And any time he was thinking dirty thoughts, those cute, pouty lips of his opened slightly and his eyes got all wide and round. Not to mention, he’d suck in a shaky breath. It was fucking endearing and horrifically sexy.
And he was doing it right then.
You turned over how you’d get your way as you pulled him into your room, though you knew it probably wouldn’t be hard. He obviously thought you were hot, and you still had plenty of time to do work on the speech before he’d leave.
You let go of him at last, shutting the door behind the both of you. You then shuffled over to your bed, sliding off your slippers before you got onto your bed, kneeling on the soft mattress. You patted the spot next to you, trying not to smile at the fact that he was looking at you as if he was thinking a little too hard about something else again. After a beat, though, he obeyed.
“Attaboy,” you mumbled, just to get another reaction out of him.
He cleared his throat, settling in uncomfortably. “So… Uh…”
“So…” you tilted your head in question, leaning in a little closer to him.
“Uh…” he gulped, looking down at you as you were mere inches from him. “Uh… We’re… Our topic is about killer whales, right?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, blinking your lashes at him. “Guess we gotta figure out how we’re doing it, huh?”
“What?” he squeaked out.
You grinned a little, raising a brow. He sucked in a breath when he finally pulled his head out of the gutter.
“Oh. Right. Right, yeah. How to… how to do it,” he nodded, too quickly to be natural. “Sorry, I don’t know where my head’s at.”
“That’s alright. No worries,” you smiled sweetly, resting a hand on his thigh gently.
He stiffened up physically, and you could only imagine the same happened in his pants. You squeezed his leg for a little extra emphasis.
“You okay?” you asked.
“Mm… Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
He nodded a little, glancing briefly at your chest. You were in.
“Hey,” you said softly, rubbing up and down his leg. “You don’t need to act so shy. I don’t bite that hard.”
He blinked a few times, chewing on his lip. “I’m just… a little nervous.”
“Why?”
“Well… It’s just that… I mean that, that you’re–”
You chuckled to yourself. “I’m totally fucking with you, by the way.”
“What?” he asked, his voice high pitched.
“I said I’m fucking with you,” you repeated, sliding your hand up to his crotch. “Ooh. Someone’s excited, huh?”
“Uh…” he squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
He paused, breathing heavy. “I don’t know.”
You laughed fully, moving your hand away again. He breathed out a sigh of relief, though you made sure to stop his relaxation in its tracks. You swung a leg over his hips, settling down onto his lap. He groaned, his hands grabbing at your thighs immediately.
“What are you doing?” he breathed out, clearly not protesting it.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for weeks, Lizewski. You can’t seriously be that oblivious,” you muttered before smashing your lips into his.
He let out a shuddering, whiny moan into your lips, kissing you back like he’d been dreaming of it. You hoped he had been. You nipped his lip, getting him to open up for you to slide your tongue against his. He gripped your thighs and hips, his hands greedy as they wandered over your body.
“You’re so pretty,” he gasped out as you moved your lips across his cheek and down his jaw. “Fuck, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
You hummed happily, moving your lips down his neck. You licked and sucked at his skin, drawing out a million little sounds from his lips. You nipped at him, then sucked hard on his skin, determined to leave a mark. He moaned your name, squeezing your ass with both hands, relishing in the feel of your body beneath your thin shorts.
“Shh, baby,” you mumbled, licking over the new mark on the base of his neck. “There. Looks real pretty.”
“Shit,” he whimpered, trying like hell to move your hips over his.
“Desperate,” you whispered into his ear, obliging him with a roll of your body.
He moaned softly, needy and clearly wanting more. But you wanted to see how far you could push him. You rolled your hips again and again over the obvious erection straining against his baggy jeans. You couldn’t imagine it felt great, but all the same, he wasn’t complaining. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, his shaggy hair tickling the underside of your jaw.
“How’s it feel, baby?” you teased.
He merely groaned, staying silent for a few moments. “I… it kind of hurts. But please don’t stop.”
“Here,” you said, going up on your knees. “Pull your jeans down. It’ll feel better.”
He gulped, but quickly obliged your request. He clumsily pulled his jeans down his legs, clearly wanting and ready despite the fact that he looked like a deer in the headlights. You lowered yourself back down, grinding against him once more. He whined softly, guiding your hips with his eyes glued to where your bodies met through the fabric.
“Have you ever done anything like this?” you asked, a little amused at how excited he was.
“Only once… high school girlfriend…” he muttered in response.
You chuckled softly. “Poor boy.”
He groaned, continuing to move you over his nearly-painful erection. You kissed down his neck, leaving a few marks for him to remember you by when he went to bed that night. He continued letting soft, pathetic noises fall from his lips, practically panting at this point.
“You getting close already, Lizewski?” you whispered, lips brushing his ear.
He merely nodded, his hands gripping you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. He breathed into your neck, chasing his release. But you couldn’t have that.
“You want more, don’t you?” you asked softly, winding your hand in his hair to give it a little tug.
He nodded his head, staring at you with a slack jaw.
“Okay, angel. What do you say?”
“P-please,” he whimpered softly.
You smiled to yourself, moving up on your knees and quickly working to shove his jeans down his thighs further. You paused, glancing up at him with a devilishly sweet smile.
“You think you can manage to pull those off the rest of the way so I can get my shorts off?”
He nodded earnestly. “Yes. Yeah, I can do that.”
“Good boy,” you patted his leg, then rolled off of him to shimmy out of your shorts and panties, not wanting to wait any longer.
You’d been patient for what felt like ages now, not jumping on the guy out of respect. But you were only a woman, and you could only put off your desires for so long: especially when he clearly wanted you just as much.
You kept your eyes on him as he pushed his briefs off, laying back on the bed with his chest heaving and hair messy around him. His cock was hard and ready and so gorgeous. He wasn’t massive or anything, but between the coloring and his shape, you were certain it was the prettiest you’d seen. The slightest curve pointing towards his tummy that was now partially exposed from his shirt riding up.
“Wow.”
“What?” He asked breathlessly, looking up at you with wide, wet eyes.
You smirked at his desperation. “You’re just really pretty like this.”
He whined softly, obviously trying not to look at your exposed lower half as you crawled towards him on the mattress again.
“I’m really glad we got paired up for this class,” you admitted, straddling his legs. “Don’t think I would’ve ever considered you otherwise. But now I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”
“Fuck,” he sighed, his eyes falling shut. “Please.”
“You sound so sweet when you beg.”
“Please,” he repeated, looking at you in utter need, his hands sliding up your thighs and to your hips.
“Shh,” you whispered back to him, reaching down to stroke his firm cock. He practically squeaked, his hips thrusting into your hand. “You’re awfully responsive, huh?”
“Y-yeah,” he all but moaned in response. “God, you’re so pretty.”
“Thanks, honey,” you replied noncommittally, dragging his tip through your folds to gather the slick there. He let out a shaky groan, fingers tightening on your hips.
“Wait,” he exclaimed softly, shaking his head.
You raised a brow, stopping your movements. “You alright?”
“Yeah. No, I’m… I am so good, you have no idea,” he mumbled quickly, still staring at you. “I just… I’d really like to be on top. If that’s okay.”
You chuckled, then nodded, obliging his request. You rolled off of him, laying on your back with your head in the pillows.
“Only because you asked so nice.”
“Thank you,” he said, whiny and needy as he moved between your legs. He let out a breathy moan as he slid his tip against you again. “You’re so soft. Wet.”
“I know.”
“Mm…”
He moaned, nearly looking like he could cry, as he started pushing into you. His eyes were glued to where you swallowed the head of his cock easily, brows knit together as he breathed heavy.
“God… fuck…” he whined, falling on top of you with his head in your neck, letting himself ease into you. You gasped softly when he finally bottomed out, feeling yourself gush around him. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good. So good.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” you reply, carding your hand through his hair and tugging it softly.
He lifted his head to take off his glasses, setting them on your bedside table.
“Thank you. For letting me do this,” he whimpered, his face lowering back to your neck.
He started thrusting his hips against yours slowly, sucking and biting at your neck as you felt his cock drag along your walls almost teasingly. He breathed heavily, every little needy noise like music to your ears. You ran your nails across his back, wanting to mark him and make him remember you every waking moment of his life.
“You feel perfect,” he squeaked out, his hips starting to snap harder against yours as he grew more needy chasing his release. “I’ve had a crush on you all year. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
You chuckled breathily, his body pinning yours to the mattress as his hand gripped the sheets above your head. He moaned at every thrust, practically using your body to get himself off. Not that you minded. It was unbelievably hot to see him so desperate for you that he almost couldn’t help the way he pushed himself into you.
“I could cum inside you right now,” he moaned again, moving his head to kiss you once. “Promise I won’t. But I could… I’m so close.”
“You can cum anywhere you want.”
He groaned, kissing you again, all tongue and want. “Please… Take off the shirt. Wanna… your tits.”
“Yeah?”
“Please,” he begged, whining as he kept pushing into you. “Please. I’d do anything.”
“Okay, baby,” you complied with a self-satisfied smirk, tugging at your shirt until you were able to pull it over your head. You watched him as he eyes were drawn to your breasts bouncing in your bra before you pulled that off, too.
“Oh, god…”
“You like them, huh?”
“Love ‘em,” he groaned, gripping one of your tits roughly with his hand. “God.”
“Mm…” you moaned a little, back arching into his touch. “Fuck, I’m close, too.”
“Really?” His eyes widened.
“Yeah.”
“Oh, shit. Okay. I’m… fuck, that’s so hot,” he said quickly, looking at you like you’d hung the stars just for him. “I– I’ll make you cum first. Promise.”
“Baby…”
“No, please. I wanna watch you,” he breathed out, eyes moving between your face and tits as he tried his damndest not to cum before you did.
You decided you’d be nice, just this once, and moved your hand between your bodies. You rubbed quick little circles around your clit as he kept railing you into the mattress, trying to get yourself to finish first. He whined as he kept going, squeezing his eyes shut as he clearly put in a lot of effort to hold himself off.
“You’re close?” he checked.
“Yeah. Really close. Almost there.”
“Mm…” he groaned, lowering his head and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.
That did it.
You gasped, moaning his name as you clenched hard around his dick, soaking him in your release as he thrusted as fast as he could manage. Though you were left empty only a few seconds later as he pulled out, just in time to shoot his seed all over your bare chest. He groaned wantonly, stroking himself a little bit as he finished.
“Holy shit,” he whispered, voice high pitched and whiny. “Holy fuck. Fuck.”
“Yeah?”
He swallowed, mouth hung open as he tried catching his breath. “Uh huh.”
“You’re adorable,” you chuckled, watching as he sat down next to you, still trying to breathe normally again.
He nodded. “God damn.”
You reached for the tissues on your bedside table, wiping the cum off of your breasts as Dave fell back onto your bed in a combination of bliss and exhaustion. You chuckled at his actions, shaking your head.
“I think this makes our study sessions way more fun,” you offered after a moment.
Dave laughed breathlessly. “I think I’ll have to thank our professor.”
summary: dave is partnered with his long time crush, y/n, for a project on climate change. when they're alone in his room he can't help but check them out. when he's caught, the guilt begins to eat him up. but suddenly, he can't hold back his thoughts any longer.
cw/tags: handjobs, making out, hickeys, praise, hints of condescension, sub!dave, dave lizewski is a pervert canon, no beta we die like big daddy, use of y/n, average hormonal 18 year old, lwky a crack fic, implications of oral (f!reciveing) because dave lizewski is a munch and i shall die on this hill.
a/n: whew! three post in 2 days. i am so locked in. took this out of my drafts for a very special friend (yk who u r..). pls lmk if there are any errors in the comments or in dms :3 ur support is very appreciated and encouraged, it helps give me more motivation. ily guys, enjoy!
there was nothing dave lizewski hated more than projects besides school.
except, right now, he was incredibly thankful for them.
“alright students, by next wednesday i want you all to have made a visual piece on climate change and it’s history, and you must also prepare for our fishbowl debate on thursday. you’ll be in teams of two, i’ll be picking those partners.” a series of groans followed that statement, and dave couldn’t hold himself back from joining them despite barely paying attention.
the teacher sighed, grabbing a paper. “yes, yes. i hear your cries.” they said sarcastically, “okay, penny will be with marissa. dan is with ben.” blah blah, dave wasn't paying attention.
“andd finally, dave with y/n.” wait, what? oh he was so going to shove this in marty and todd's face, just after the reality of the situation fully wraps around his head, of course.
he couldn't believe he was partnered with you. the beautiful girl that makes him willing to come to science class. the same one who gives him a sauve, ‘hi, dave.’ when you pass by him in the halls, the same person who he swore was throwing him not-so subtle innuendos and checking him out yet marty called him delusional.
and it didn't fully settle in until you came up to him after class, it all sounded like ‘blah, blah, blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff’ but he nodded eagerly at your every word especially when you gave him your phone number and asked to meet at his house on saturday. if he were in charlie brown, he’d start doing snoopy’s happy dance.
when saturday rolled around, you texted dave a few minutes before you arrived. he stood near the door as soon as he got the text, pacing back and forth nervously. when the doorbell rang, he almost tripped over his feet, and he stood in front of the door for a few moments to make it seem like he wasn't waiting before he swung it open.
"hi, dave!" wow, you looked good.
"h-hey, come in. um- the bathroom is over there, and if you want i can get us snacks or..." shit, he was rambling.
"nah, it's okay. we can just go up to your room. i brought some of the supplies!" you grinned, holding up the bag you brought.
his room. right. you were going up to his room, in his house, alone, looking absolutely beautiful. and fuck– was it obvious that he was staring at your lips? whatever, he had to focus.
things were going smoothly. or, well, as smoothly as things can go for a hormonal 18-year-old with a girl in his room. alone. did he mention that they were alone? sorry, he's excited.
you sat on his bed, bag on the floor and papers surrounding you both. "so... how do you wanna do this?" you asked smoothly, pencil in between your lips as you focused on dave's face. was it just his dick thinking for him, or did you just sound really sexual when saying that?
"what?" he gulped, eyes wide as he stared at you.
you laughed, and dave swore that was the most beautiful noise he ever heard. "the project, dave." you affirmed. are you sure you weren't talking about sex? jesus, he was perverted.
"right! sorry. i just.. my mind is somewhere else right now." he cleared his throat, "so- what were you saying?"
your brow was raised, glancing up and down dave's body once as if you were studying him instead of the work before waving it off. "so, i think we could split each half of the work equally. we have to research and create a timeline-"
'focus, focus, focus. don't look at her tits, don't imagine what's underneath her sweater don-'
"dave?” you called out exasperatedly, “are you even paying attention right now?" you huffed, moving your laptop and papers aside to put your full attention on him. "how are we going to get this project done if you can't even focus? what are you even thinking about?"
he mentally face palmed, his mind in total shambles because he was already fucking this up. "i'm sorry," he squeaked out, embarrassment thrumming through his body. and before he could stop himself, every little thought he had poured out of his mouth. it was like the dam he built for his guilt had broke.
“i'm so sorry.” he began. you were so sweet to him, if he lied to you he’d never be able to live with himself. maybe it was better to rip off the bandaid and have you hate him forever.
“it's just that- you're really hot and we're alone right now and i can never tell if you're flirting with me or not and i just- i'm fucking this up, aren't i?!" he panicked, eyes squeezing shut in humiliation.
your eyes widened in shock, "whoa, whoa. dave, breathe." you huffed out a laugh, "you're fine. it's a bit frustrating, but you're okay."
his could feel his face heating up. how could you be so understanding after that?
"m'sorry." he practically whimpered, "are you sur-"
"shut up!" you said, and if it wasn't for the soft laugh that left your lips right after, he would think that you were pissed.
"i have been flirting with you, like-- a lot.” you smiled, damn you marty, “i thought it was obvious." you shrugged, and he wondered how you could seem so confident in the moment while his heart was damn near about to burst out of his chest. "i like you, dave. you're funny, nerdy–" you pursed your lips, "and hot. really hot."
dave was positive he was about to have a stroke with how fast his heart was beating. and with how quick his dick was rising as well. "y-you really think so? because i-i think you're hot too, but i always thought you were just um-- y'know messing with me, but fuck you are so beautiful and i really want to kiss you." he's nervous, you can tell. and it only makes him all the more cute.
you raised a brow, studying his flushed expression. your gaze made him anxious, and he was half expecting you to get up and walk out the door and tell everyone at school.
"have you ever kissed someone, dave?" you asked, not letting him answer since you already knew it. "can i kiss you?" you looked at his lips; they're pink and pretty just like his cheeks.
what the fuck. "i-" he stuttered, as if he thought that you were pranking him. but when he realized you were serious, it was like all shame left his body. "please?" he asked pathetically, his lips were parted slightly as you scooted closer.
when you leaned in, you could feel his hands shaking at his sides. "relax," you tease, your lips brushing against his as one hand slipped into his. you cup the back of his neck, letting him sink into the kiss with a sharp inhale.
it started slow, and you pulled away every few pecks to check in on him. he didn't think you could get any sweeter. and when you guided his hands to your waist and bit gently on his bottom lip, he didn't think you could get any sexier.
you guided him throughout it, tilting your head and letting his tongue slip against yours. you tugged his hair back when he got too eager and brought him closer when he broke away for air, and each time he let out the cutest whimper.
with every gasp and moan that you let out, he swallowed eagerly, his fingers digging into your hips while yours roamed his body. "i can't believe we're doing this," he whispered in between messy kisses. he sounded like he had been praying for this moment, and you hoped that he had. "fuck– you're so good at this."
you broke the kiss completely, sucking in a needed breath of air. "yeah?" you grinned, your lips wet and swollen.
but when you pulled away, he immediately chased your lips, earning a tug to his hair. "no– please, i wanna keep going," he begged, his lips were red and formed into a plump pout.
"calm down, i'm coming back." you laughed, your hand slipping under his shirt to feel his abs. "is this okay?" you mumbled against his jaw, planting sweet kisses down to his neck
he nodded eagerly, "yes!” he cleared his throat, “ye-yes, it's more than okay." he corrected, his voice trembling. he couldn't believe this was real, he couldn't believe that a girl– let alone you were making out with him and feeling him up! he tried to rack his brain on what good deed he did that week to deserve this.
you hummed in response, a cheeky smile on your face. "you can touch me anywhere, dave. don't be so shy," you whispered against his neck, pressing open-mouth kisses to his skin while your hand guided him under your sweater to right below your breast.
"ho-holy shit," he gasped, his hands trembling as your fingers undid his pants. he was so overwhelmed that he felt as though he'd have to listen to a video telling him to breathe in and out.
he squeezed shyly at first, then cupped them fully when a moan slipped out of your lips. everything felt so hot, so unreal. especially when your hand slipped down to palm his raging boner through his boxers, and he felt as though he could cum just like that with how sensitive he is.
his hands became more confident as he groped and kneaded your soft breast, and everything felt so overstimulating to him in the best way possible that all he could do was whine and feel. "more, please. oh god.." he pleaded against your lips, not caring how pathetic he sounded when you laughed at him.
"okay, okay. slow down, dave. i'll take care of you," you laughed, undoing his button and fly.
the moment he lifted his hips with shaky breaths you tugging down his jean, hands slowly caressing him through his boxers. you pulled away from the kiss, glancing down as your thumb swiped at the wet spot from his leaky tip. "jesus, how long have you been holding all this in?" you cooed softly, slowly peeling down his boxers and enveloping his cock in her hands.
he choked on a breath, his dick jumping in your hold. your hands were so soft, completely different compared to his calloused ones. "s-so long, since you got here. i couldn't help it." he admitted, biting his bottom lip. his body left like it was on fire.
you tutted, "poor thing..." you sighed wistfully, spitting down onto your hand before wrapping it around his girth once more. his grip on your breast tightened as you began to jerk him off, pants leaving his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"does it feel good? c’monn, talk to me dave." you questioned, your hand swirling expertly up and down his cock. "tell me how it feels, or i'll stop."
dave's eyes shot open at the subtle threat, his lip trembling. "so good, so f-fucking good. i–" his glasses slip down his nose as he laser focuses on your hand jerking off his cock, letting out surprised whimpers and moans as you quickened your pace.
you hummed in approval at his words, giving chaste kisses to his neck and jawline with the occasional bite. "you're so pretty like this, dave." you praised, studying how his cock jumped at your words.
"oh, fuck. please, y/n," he groans, biting his lip hard. he threw his head back, his hands tweaking and massaging your breast as if he was trying to ground himself by touching you. "i can't.. fuck, i-i can't hold on much longer."
you let out a sharp laugh, the humiliation of it all sending a shiver down dave’s spine. "that quick? i've barely done anything." you teased, pressing a quick peck to his lips.
dave looked like he was about to cry, his hips twitching and his chest caving slightly. "m'sorry, m'so sorry-" he sobbed out, his glasses askew on his face as his hips thrusted to meet the jerk of your hand.
"shhh, sh.” you eased, thumb swiping over his tip every so often. “it's okay, you’re doing so good for me.” you praised, lacing one of his hands into your. “you can come; i want you too.” you reassured, biting back a grin as his moans grew louder.
the praise made his body jolt. it was the last straw before he began to spill out on your hand, his thighs shaking and his stomach caving in ever so slightly. "t-thank you. oh my god, th-thank you, y-y/n." he cried out, tears welling in his eyes as you jerked him off through his orgasm.
when he finally got the courage to push your hand away from overstimulation was right before his brain felt like complete fog. he watched you lick his cum off your hand, a lazy grin on your face as his heart skipped two beats.
he stared for a moment or two, his cock twitching back to life while he admired you.
"you okay?" you asked sincerely, "not too much, was it?"
dave shook his head rapidly, but it didn't make him any more dizzy than your voice did. “it was perfect," he said breathlessly. "y-you're perfect," he added, "can i..” he swallowed harshly, barely meeting your gaze as he tried to round up his fleeting confidence. “return the favor?"
