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18+ Fanfic â David Leatherhoff x Reader (Female Reader)
F x M | Synopsis: Just smut with a flimsy plot. You, Simon, and David decide to take some pills/drugs at your place, in your bed. Simon falls into a deep sleep while you wake up and have to deal with David being way too turned on.
"Just put it on your tongue; no need to make a scene. It won't kill you. Probably."
David said this as he tossed another colorful pill into his mouthâthat was his fourth one already, while you were still on your first. Simon... well, he was trying.
With the three of you sitting on your bed, you looked at your friend and could see the fear written all over his face. Even though heâd agreed to do it, it was starting to look like he was getting cold feet.
"I-I don't know if I want to do this anymore..."
Simonâs voice came out tremblingâtimid and desperate all at once. You glanced at David again, only to see him sigh, weary of trying to reason with him.
David took out another pillâdifferent from any he had used so farâand reached toward Simonâs face, stopping right in front of his closed mouth.
"Open your mouth, Simon. Iâm not going to say it again."
Davidâs voice was a curt demand, leaving no room for negotiation. Simon was backed into a corner. He didnât want to look like a weakling who gave up halfway throughânot when he knew David would likely ride him about it for days. Nor did he want to appear cowardly while you were standing there, staring right at him.
Simonâs eyes widened. You saw him swallow hard as he slowly started to open his mouth, still wary. But he didn't have time to stop Davidâs moveâthe moment he gave an opening, David practically shoved the pill into his mouth. Simon must have swallowed it out of sheer shock.
"There. See? You didn't die. Relax." Simon coughed uncontrollably, his body doubling over from the sudden, dry fit of coughing. From the other side of the bed, David laughedâthat sarcastic laugh he always let out at the most uncertain moments.
Trying to reassure Simon, you rub his backâcovered by the hoodie he always woreâmoving your hand up and down to calm him.
"Easy, easy, itâs all good, okay? Youâve already swallowed it; you can breathe now." Your voice is soft and calm. In any case, you were more than used to having to soothe Simon when he was nervous. Gradually, Simonâs coughing subsided completely; he looks at you with eyes that are slightly red and watery from the violent coughing fit.
âI-Iâm fine⌠t-thanks.â
Simon gives you a shy smile, still looking at you with those slightly downcast eyesâthe look of someone feeling a bit pathetic for having reacted so intensely. You smile back at him anyway; you find his way of being so cute.
David watches the whole scene in silence for a moment. Had you not been so focused on helping Simon, you probably would have noticed the stunned look on Davidâs face as he stared at the two of youâhe looked like he might throw up right then and there. But heâs the one who breaks the silence, bringing the moment to an end.
âNice. Real nice. Itâs like watching some shitty clichĂŠ romance movie. All thatâs missing is the soundtrack.â He chuckles, then stops abruptly. âBut thatâs not why we came here; weâre here to escape this shitty reality.â
Davidâs heavy, sarcastic words shatter the bubble you and Simon were in. You laugh softly, while Simon turns his face away from yours. He knew he was probably blushing slightly, but he didnât want you to seeâand certainly not David.
You reach out toward the open bag of pills spread out between the three of you, intending to grab another one. Before you even get the chance, Davidâs hand darts out and firmly grips your wrist.
You look at him, somewhat incredulous, that silent question written on your face. Why such an unexpected reaction?
David doesnât answer with words. He simply holds your gaze for a momentâthose dark eyes that have likely seen so much.
His fingers appear before you, holding a pill that looks different from the othersâa color you donât recognize. You donât question it. You donât ask what it is or where it came from, let alone why he is so intent on giving you this specific one.
You simply place your blind trust in your friend.
Your mouth opens slowly, lips parting in a silent invitation. Davidâs fingers accept that invitation, and he places the pill on your tongue with deliberate care. His touch lingers a moment longer than necessary. Throughout it all, you never once look away from himâyou donât blink, you donât look aside. And he doesnât look away either, meeting the intensity of your silent gaze.
A command. You obey. You close your lips around the fingers still resting inside your mouth. You feel the pill begin to dissolve on your tongueâa taste unlike anything youâve ever consumed. Finally, David withdraws his fingers, slick with your saliva; you catch the wet sheen on them before he quickly brings them to his own mouth, licking them slowly. Then, he smiles at you. That smile that makes your stomach flutterâthat crooked, weary smile that makes you want to press your legs together right now, rather than sitting with them crossed like everyone else.
âI knew you had better taste than you let on.â His voice held that cheeky, roguish tone that gets under your skin. David was always that combination of a man too old for youâand dangerous, tooâthe kind of choice that would probably upset your parents.
This time, itâs Simon who breaks the mood.
You both turn your heads at the same time, realizing Simon has grabbed a few more pills from the bag and swallowed them in a rushâwithout any warning at all.
âSimon? What are youâŚ?â Your voice betrays a mix of surprise and concern.
David, on the other hand, just chuckles softly while slowly shaking his head.
âLook at that. Little Simonâs finally all grown up.â You chide David, giving his arm a playful nudge with your elbow.
Simon blinks in confusion, trying to process what heâd just done in his haste.
âI just⌠thought you two were distracted⌠I didnât want to get left behind,â he says, sounding a bit desperate as he fidgets with his fingers.
And thatâs how the three of you went on.
Shoving more and more pills down your throatsâsometimes exchanging a few words about how much you all hated this shitty life, other times just silently agreeing. Every now and then, youâd lock eyes with Davidâor rather, heâd fix an intense, lingering gaze on you.
You had no idea how long it lasted or exactly when you all drifted off. But then, your brain began to feel like it was being squeezed inside your skull; a throbbing pain pulsed within, as if someone were hammering away at your head. You shifted in bed, trying to find a position that didn't aggravate the pain, until you felt a firm grip on your body.
Your eyes slowly opened, aching from the throbbing in your head. First, you saw Simonâs motionless, sleeping form beside youâhis face serene and perfectly peaceful in deep slumber. Then, you felt another firm squeezeâthis time more deliberateâand instinctively looked down.
Coming from behind, slipping under your top and into your bra. A touch that was familiar to you. David.
His fingers press against your skin with the firmness of someone who definitely hadn't just woken up. They move slowly, toying with the curve of your breast, exploring uncharted territory. You feel his hot, ragged breath against the back of your neck.
His voice carries that naughty, provocative tone that still makes your stomach flip.
âD-David?!... W-what are you doing...?â
Your voice comes out shaky, your mind still reeling from the suddenness of it allâit was too much to process right then. You try to turn around, hoping to scold David for whatever heâs planning, but he notices and stops you from moving, pressing his large body firmly against your back.
You can feel the radiating heat through his clothes. And you senseâthereâs no way not toâthat heâs also incredibly aroused down there. Something hard is pressing against your back, and your eyes widen as the realization hits you.
Before you even have a chance to cry out or scold him, his large, free hand clamps firmly over your mouth, stifling any sound you might make.
His voice sounds different from his usual, sober self; the seductive tone is still there, but the drugs make him seem even more dangerous. His lips graze your ear, his hot breath washing over the side of your face.
âWe donât want Simon to wake up, do we? You know how confused he gets⌠maybe even jealous.â
He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your back. His fingers finally find and squeeze your nippleâa reminder that heâs only just getting started with you and has no intention of stopping now.
âYou arenât going to scream, are you? Because if you doâŚâ he makes a point of pressing his body even closer to yours, making you feel his restless erection against you. ââŚIâll have to silence you another way.â
You freeze for a moment, trying to calm yourself despite your racing heart, but that was enough for David to slowly pull his hand away, his fingers gliding over your skin as if savoring the contact.
âDavid⌠this is wrong⌠you know thatâŚâ
Your voice held a note of reproach, yet also alarmâa whisper full of hesitation. What was David thinking?! Wanting to do this⌠with Simon asleep right next to you?! Damn it! It was wrong on so many levels, and you knew how heartbroken Simon would be if he woke up and saw the two of you like this.
David let out a low, deep laugh that vibrated against your ear. The hair on your neck stood on end as he drew closer.
âWrong?â he repeated, his tone mocking the word. âWhatâs wrong is me being stuck in that hospital while you and he are out here having fun together.â
His fingers began to move against your skin again, slow and exploratory.
âHaving you here, warm, right beside me. That⌠thatâs the only right thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
âIs it Simon?â you tried to ask, your voice wavering. âHeâs right thereâŚâ
David tilted his head, his chin resting on your shoulder, his dark eyes fixed on Simonâs sleeping form.
âYeah. So what? He isnât waking up anytime soon. I guarantee it.â
That doesn't put you at ease, nor does it help your body relax amidst the whole situation. You wanted to argue with him, to tell him just how wrong this shit was, but you knew how hot-headed David could beâespecially when heâd set his mind on doing something. And his drug-fueled state certainly didn't help matters. His firm fingers slid away from your breast, tracing a dangerous path down your body, moving lower and lower. Your stomach tightened as his hand grazed you, muscles clenching in anticipation of what was coming, until his hand finally settled over your covered crotch.
His two fingers pressed against your pussy through your shorts, pushing down on that specific spot and making your breath hitch.
âD-David!⌠not now⌠not hereâŚâ
You whispered desperately, keeping your voice as low as possible so you wouldn't wake Simon up. Even though David had said he wouldn't wake up anytime soon, you had your doubts. That doubt was like a knot stuck in your throat.
Your hand gripped Davidâs strong wrist firmly, trying to pull his hand away.
ââŚDamn it, David! Will you listen to me⌠Simon is right heââ
Suddenly, Davidâs face appeared beside yours, close enough for you to feel his breath against your cheek. He wore that lookâthe look of someone tired of holding back, hungry and starving for you. His dark eyes were locked onto yours, and a crooked smile played on his lips.
âSo what if Simon is here?â
He said, grazing his lips against your face.
âDoesn't it make you even wetter knowing heâs right next to us? That at any moment, he could open his eyes and see the girl he likes getting her pussy fucked by his friend?â
His fingers pressed against your pussy again, moving in circles that drew gasps from your lips.
âDonât lie to me. I know youâre loving this.â
And there was no arguing with him on that point. David was rightâand he knew it. You were loving it, and so was your body. How long had you been having thoughts like this about him, anyway? Days? Months? Years? Damn. The fact that he was so much older than you, that "washed-up" vibe mixed with his devil-may-care attitudeâhe was always the type of guy who attracted you, the kind who made you fantasize about him taking your virginity in such a filthy way.
You say nothing. You don't argue; you can't. There is nothing you could say that wouldn't sound like a blatant lie made up on the spot. You simply stop moving your body, stop fighting him. You turn your face just enough for him to see your expression and hear you.
â...Don't make any noise.â
That is the only thing that escapes your lips before your eyes meet hisâthose large, dark orbs staring right at you. He understands your permission and is more than ready to act on it. A smile forms on his face almost instantlyâa look of utter satisfaction, like a junkie whoâs just scored his daily fix of meth.
He leaned in just enough to plant a soft kiss on your cheek before trailing his mouth down your neck. He peppered your neck with quick kisses and gentle nibbles, occasionally just grazing your skin with the tip of his nose. It was enough to make your body react instantlyâgoosebumps, sighs, ragged breathingâand he loved hearing it. The hand that had been pressed against your intimate area finally moved with purpose; it slid to the side, firmly and swiftly pulling the fabric of your shorts and panties aside to lay your pussy bare.
Your whole body shudderedâpartly from the sudden chill hitting your skin, but also from the consuming arousal. David made a quick movement, bringing his hand up to his mouth to wet the very fingers that had just been caressing you down below. He was even faster to return them to you, parting your lips and sliding those saliva-slicked fingers deep into your pussy.
An unexpected moan escapes you, only spurring him to thrust his fingers deeper. Your back arches toward David with every in-and-out motion of his fingers. Your pussy is being stretched open so skillfullyâas if he knew exactly what to do without causing pain (which might have made you wonder how often heâd done this with someone else, had your brain not been reduced to mush).
The stirring sensationâyour natural lubrication mingling with the saliva on his fingers, creating a wet, slick mess inside you. The wet sounds accompanying every thrust of his fingers into your pussy, a constant reminder of what was happening. You feel his fingertips curl into a hook, hitting that specific spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. A moan rises in your throat, forcing you to clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound before it escapes.
Your reaction makes David smile and laughâshamelessly amused by the effect heâs having on you.
A hot, provocative whisper against your skin; his lips grazing your earlobe as he spoke.
âI want to hear youâI want to hear your beautiful moans while I take care of your pussy. Itâs the least you can do after keeping me waiting for so long.â
His fingers pressed even deeperâa precise movement that made your eyes widen.
âGo ahead. Scream. I want you to lose control with me.â
You fought the urge to release the sound trapped in your throatâa moan begging to break free. His fingers didn't stopâquite the oppositeâmoving now in precise, circular motions. It was as if he knew everything about your body and exactly what to do, using your hesitation to keep going. He knew it would only take a few more thrusts for you to finally let go completely.
Your thighs tightened, trying to hold his hand in place, as if the pressure might make him stop or at least slow down. It didn't work. His handâeven just the oneâstill held more strength than both your thighs pressed together. He didn't stop. But he did something you never expected.
His fingers slid outâwetter than when theyâd gone inâand for a moment you felt a profound emptiness inside, an unprepared-for absence. Before you could even murmur a protest, the hand that had just been inside found its way to your chin, gripping it firmly and turning your face toward his. The hand that had been trying to stifle your moans pulled away from your mouth just as quickly.
So unexpected. So intense. His lips practically crushing yoursâhungry and impatient. Your eyes stayed open for a moment, wide with surprise, trying to process his movements. Your pussy throbbed, missing the immediate contact as the kiss stole your full attention.
Your eyes closed as the kiss deepened, turning into a hungry battle between the two of youâa battle that had a winner the moment it began. His rough tongue took complete control of your mouth, invading and claiming it without yielding an inch for you to do the same to him. He was the definition of dominant, always making sure to take the lead.
His body pressed close behind you, and you felt it againâeven though he was still fully clothedâthat unmistakable erection nudging you. He rubbed intimately against you, moving slowly enough to make your stomach flip and your pussy clench. Your breathing mingled with his, ragged and heavy.
His lips left yoursâred, moist, and lingering in the heat of the kiss. Your eyes slowly opened, only to find him staring back at you with a look that would devour your soul if it could. For a moment, you both stood in silence, filled with anticipation for what was to come. And then he spokeâthis time, without even bothering to modulate his voice.
âFuck it. I canât take it anymore.â
You caught a blur of motion as his hand moved rapidly away from your face and down to his trousers. The sound of the zipper, followed by the fabric sliding down. His hard cock pressing against youâso close to your pussy that your whole body shuddered. The heat of his body, the pressure of the momentâand for an instant, nervousness washed over you.
You knew this would happen. You knew that, at some point, the tension building between you two would finally explode. Now that moment had arrived, and a restless energy coursed through your body. Your legs were trembling. And the only thing running through your mind was:
âIs he really going to shove that inside meâ?â
Suddenly, he lifted your leg, holding it in the air with a firm arm. The movement was so swift it left you breathless, with no time to think. That was all it took. In one single motion, he drove himself deep into your pussy.
The impact on your pussy was overwhelmingâa total invasion that filled every empty space inside you. A loud moan escaped your throat before you could even stifle it; your hands clutched the pillow beneath you as your body adjusted to that new presence. The breath left your lungs as you felt every inch of him sliding in and out of you, hard and deep.
The bed shook with every rough thrust he delivered, the creaking of the mattress mingling with the wet sounds escaping your pussy at every impact. Davidâs body moved with an insatiable hunger, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, as if he wanted to lose himself inside you.
By now, his moans were no longer measured; they came out loud and uncontrolledâand Davidâs grew louder with every thrust inside you. They were hoarse sounds that vibrated against the back of your neck, making your whole body tremble. With each of his louder moans, pleasure rippled through youâan involuntary response that only deepened the connection between you.
His free hand found your face, turning your head to kiss you once moreâbut this time it was different. It was a slower, deeper kiss, heavy with desire. A blend of desperation and something neither of you dared to name. And when his moans finally broke freeâlouder and more unrestrained, rising above your ownâyou felt his body shudder and press tight against your back.
Your body was trembling too now, every fiber of your being vibrating under his weight. An overwhelming urge rose from deep within youâsomething hot and urgent coursing through you like a river about to burst its banks, begging to be set free. Your breaths mingledârapid, ragged, and gasping.
Davidâs thrusts grew more assertive and rapid. Each stroke seemed to be seeking somethingâan end, a resolution to the tension that had been building between you from the start. Your pussy began to contract around him, an involuntary tightening that heralded what was to come. A wave of pleasure roseâslow at first, then overwhelming.
Your pussy climaxed in sync with the cock inside you. With one final, deep thrust, David spilled himself completely inside you. It was as if the entire world had vanished; nothing remained but the two of youâyou and David.
He didn't pull away; instead, he held you close with strong hands, pressing your body against his. It was the firm embrace of someone afraid to let go, lest you disappear. You felt his heartbeat against your back and his rapid, ragged breathingâjust as agitated as your own. He rested his chin atop your head, settling there as if he had finally found an anchor.
For a long time, neither of you says a word. You simply exist there in that silenceânot heavy, but comfortingâletting your breathing gradually return to normal.
Then David speaks. His voice comes out low and hoarse, carrying that weary, honest tone he rarely lets slip.
ââŚThank you. For not sending me away.â
A smile forms on your lipsâa happy smile that wells up from deep within your chest. Despite everythingâthe chaos, the madness, the unsafe surroundingsâhe is right there. With you, and you with him. That is what matters. Your hand finds his.
I needed to write this...but it's not proofread-
