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Could you pls write more david mcdougal stuff i really enjoyed the last one

i sure can nonnie (－ｏ⌒)

'Just Us'

Pairing: David McDougall/SingleMom!Reader

Fandom: We Own This City

Summary: You give the newbie at the bar a chance

Warnings: Smut, Explicit; plot heavy but i feel like you can tell i had to stop myself from dragging it😭, reader is 30, DIALOGUE/BANTER heavy, missionary, titty appreciation, barely proofread

i got so carried away with this holy shit 🚶🏾‍♀️ i hope that's ok ehe.. i really should label this #PMSwrites

Word count: 4.6k+

Three hours until your shift ends. You were lucky you're a bartender veteran at this point because of all the personalities that walk through that door. You knew summer was about to begin with the sounds of motorbikes speeding through nearly every road in Baltimore. It was a custom, really. The second that air went past 68°, here came the loud engines coming to a halt right outside the bar you work at. Thank goodness this was the county and not the inner city, so the patrons were a little more diverse than groups of noisy, weed smelling rascal teenagers trying to impress grown ass women.

You're wiping down the bar counter when you look out the window and see the evening coloring the skies. It was gorgeous. Nothing beat watching the sun go down through the fingerprint-smudged glass you told your younger coworkers to clean up six times today. There were still some stragglers who were either alone or small groups of two or three hanging out by the jukebox.

When you started to organize some of the bottles behind you, in came that recognizable sound of the lively Baltimore County police unit that didn't go a day without stopping by. You gave them a smile as they greeted you--first name basis, some nicknames here and there--when your eye caught the newbie. You didn't recognize him but you made eye contact like you knew him for years.

"Alright, boys," you tapped the counter as they congregated in front you like anticipating kids, "who's the hotshot tonight?"

The new guy stood in between two of them before pulling out a hundred dollar bill and sliding it towards you with a smile.

"That would be me."

You caught his eye as you grabbed the bill and put it in the register.

"Alright then," you said with an impressed smile. "Payin' customer goes first. Pick your poison." you added while gesturing to the big wall of alcoholic choices. Pretty nifty for a corner bar.

He looked at the wall of alcohol as if it were the toughest decision of his life. He looked directly at you, examining your face and taking in your features. Then his gaze landed on the name tag pinned to your chest.

"Well," he began, stating your name while holding back a smile, "what would you recommend?"

"Hm...for you? Easily a neat whiskey sour to start. I did the same for these knuckleheads here and they haven't changed their selections since."

Two of the guys David came in with audibly agreed and clapped him on the back.

"I guess I'll take a whiskey sour," he said with that award winning smile and leaned on the counter, watching you prepare it with ease.

"Make that five," another officer, Mikey, chimes in. You gave him a look while shaking up the drink but don't say anything. He belly laughs and puts his hands up. "Please."

"There we go," you said as you poured David's drink and got out five other glasses.

"She's a tough cookie," Mikey leaned over to mutter to David. "Heartbreaker, too."

David furrowed his brows. "Aren't you like 50?"

"42. Asshole," Mikey huffed and playfully shoved David's shoulder. "And your point?"

"My point is she doesn't look a day over 26," he replied, "you're the last one to be calling someone a heartbreaker."

"Hey, can ya blame a guy for trying?"

"Uh, yeah. I can."

Mikey rolled his eyes before grabbing his glass and settling down a few seats away to talk to the other guys. David took a swig as he shook his head, turning his attention back to you making the other glasses.

"So," he says, you look over at him pre-amused, "how long have you been bartending here?"

"Seven years," you replied, sliding the other drinks over, "my aunt owns the place and she didn't let me bartend until I turned 23--hence the seven years. I was waitressing here when I was around 16, though."

"That's cool," he said with an impressed nod. "I've always had a special type of respect for bartenders. You're all like anthropologists or something. Being so good at reading people."

You chuckled and tucked your small towel in your belt, "You could say that," you muse. "It's an art, really. And, in this business, ya kinda have to be able to know who's coming through that door everyday. Otherwise you're just not good at your job."

He hums, intrigued as he takes a seat. Full attention on you. "Tell me more."

Right as you were about to continue, two more customers walked in, immediately recognizing you. You tapped the counter and winked at David before going to serve them. He watched you the entire time. Lively and social as ever like you knew these people personally. They came in looking a little down, but were now beaming because of you. And that's when that funny feeling in his chest started to arise.

Damn it. He just met you.

"Holler if ya need me!" you waved them off before they went to chill in a booth near the jukebox. You came back over and already started grabbing some beer off the shelf. David gave a slightly confused look before three of the guys he came with reached out towards to grab them. All that was said were casual thank-yous before they turned back to their conversation about a particularly crazy drug bust on Liberty.

"So, as I was saying," you said while leaning on your elbow, "knowing every regular face here is an art form. Being born and raised in this little city, ya have to know people. Bartending in this little city? It's like having a hundred cousins."

"One hundred cousins," he repeated in amused disbelief.

"You heard me."

"So, what about these knuckleheads here?"

"I didn't say everybody earned that title."

That got a genuine laugh out of him. You're witty. He likes that. He took another swig with a satisfied hum. "This is a damn good whiskey sour."

You shrug with a growing smile. "Hasn't failed me yet."

"You guys get any regular talent here?"

"Oh, do we?" you stood up straight and planted both hands down, looking him in those pretty blue eyes that had your pulse jump for a split second. "All types. Rappers, singers, dancers, musicians, theatre kids, wannabe directors, comedians, anything under the sun."

"Yeah?" now he seemed even more interested. "Anybody actually make it big?"

"That I can't say. I never really got to keep up with them. Well, there's this one girl that was on a TV show a few years back. She came here a few times to practice her craft. Oh, and another rapper whose name I'm forgetting but also on the same show. But there's Rico Nasty, who's the biggest name that started out in a place like this. That's all I can think of off the top of my head."

His brows raised and he tapped his glass in thought. "Huh," he said, "so this place must be the goldmine for underground talent."

"On occasion, yeah..." you thought out loud. "But there's also the occasional ones who, uh...suck."

"Shit, I didn't even think about that." he laughed to himself before finishing the rest of his drink.

"Another one?" you asked while pointing to the empty cup. You were like a machine when it came to this sort of thing.

"Mm...a coke and a beer is fine for now."

"You got it. Cup or bottle?"

David thought for a few seconds.

"Surprise me."

You pulled out a bottle of coke and a bottle of beer cause he just seemed like that kind of guy.

"Thoughts?"

"Perfect." he said before you handed him the drinks. "Tell me about the worst talent you've ever had while working here."

"Oof, well," you began, "there's one guy who comes in every two Saturdays specifically at 6pm and sings the same song every. Single. Time."

"Damn, that...is crazy," he said. "Let me guess, he's not on the road to being the next MJ?"

"He's not even the next Milo Stanton."

"Who?"

"Exactly."

One of the other customers that came in earlier called you over so you excused yourself once more.

The Friday night rush was just about over. The other cops left, but not without their little remarks about you two. It's true he's been eyeing you most of the night. Trying to play it cool especially when he barely drank that much compared to them--using up that hundred real quick.

He finally finished his fourth beer while you were wiping down the counter. A quick glance his way and a shake of your head, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"What?"

"You know it's closing time, right?"

"So I've heard."

"And... you're still here."

"That is also true."

You tossed the mini towel in a bin nearby and left the bar to start stacking chairs.

"Gonna help or just sit there trying to read my mind?"

David sighed dramatically but was quick to get up and help stack some chairs. "I wasn't trying to read your mind," he says, " I'm just...fascinated by you is all."

"Fascinated?" you inquired while putting up two more and heading back to the bar.

"I know it sounds, like, corny, but I'm serious. I don't go to the bar that often and even when I do I've never had a conversation longer than my order followed by my gratitude."

"Huh," you leaned on the counter, eyes narrow. "Are you flirting with me right now?"

"Is it working?"

You pause. "No."

"Then, no," he shrugged with a small smile. Damn those dimples. "I wouldn't wanna break Mikey's heart."

"Oh my God," your head hung low as you laughed. Genuinely laughed. "He told you? That's ballsy."

"He was looking out for me. Said you're a heartbreaker."

"He's smart," you say with a sigh as you glanced at the register. "I gotta close up shop."

"No problem," he slid on his jacket and headed for the exit. "I'll wait outside."

"You don't have to do that," you said. Not that you didn't trust him since he came with guys you know; cops. You didn't want to inconvenience him.

"I know," he said, flashing a softer smile this time as he left. You sigh again and start counting the money. Mind running rampant. He's cute, you thought. Whatever he was doing was, in fact, working. But you couldn't afford to be going all in and jump the gun like you did seven years ago with your boyfriend at the time. You looked at him like he hung the moon, and you paid the price. He wasn't a bad man, just wasn't ready for a child, and you had to make that decision the night she was born.

Not to mention that's usually a huge turn off for some of the men you encountered in the mean time.

You locked the door behind you then saw him standing a few feet to your left, typing away on his phone.

"Another day complete," you said. He looked up and smiled again. "I'm sure you have a hell of a day ahead of you in the morning."

"I do, yeah..." he pauses, "but I just, uh...I was going to say not all restaurants are closed yet."

Bold, David. Real bold.

"I dunno- I haven't had dinner yet, so it could be just the hunger talking for me-"

"You just met me, uh-"

"David."

"David," you repeated his name, "And I thought you said you weren't flirting with me."

"I was just making a mere suggestion."

"You normally ask your local bartenders on a date after their shift?"

"What if I said yes?"

"I'd say you're crazy."

"Then, yes."

You stare at him before letting out a huff of laughter. "You are a trip."

"Speaking of trips..." he hinted. You cleared your throat and got a little more serious.

"While that sounds fun," you began, "I should head home. To my daughter."

His eyebrows shot up for a moment in shock. Uh oh. That was for sure the nail in the coffin.

"Okay, yeah, that makes sense. Totally understandable," he said--and now he was the one clearing his throat. "When's the next time you work?"

You... were not expecting that.

"Um...Monday afternoon...But we're closing early for the holiday."

"Works for me."

"Wait- what works for you?"

"Oh- my bad. I should've asked first. Would you be available to go on an actual date after work?"

You blinked. Twice.

"David-"

"Too forward?"

"No, it- ...no, it should work fine. I just didn't know cops could take holidays."

"It's a whole scheduling thing, I'll be fine. I can't pass up another good conversation with you."

"Wow."

"Yeah, that might've been overkill."

"No, no-"

"-like I already got the 'yes' to the date and I'm just- I am hungry and sleepy."

"You sure you'll be alright to drive home?"

"Aw, worried about me already?"

You playfully rolled your eyes before pulling out your car keys. "Go home, David."

"You too," he said your name and pulled out his own keys. "Safely."

"Just had to one up me?" you jokingly said in offensive over your shoulder.

"I'm getting you used to it!" he called out as he watched you wave goodbye and head for the parking garage. He wasn't sure how he'd manage getting to you on time given his actual schedule, but he was determined to make it happen. There was just something about you that made him want to keep coming back. Finding out you have a kid was a little shocking, but only because you didn't have that vibe. Let alone look that old. But, hey. Shit happens and that wasn't going to steer him away from getting to know you.

He also didn't miss how you tensed up a bit when mentioning your daughter and he made it his mission to not make a big deal. And maybe, just maybe you'd deem him worth your time.

"How old is she?"

"Seven," you said while eating a fry. He hummed in thought. You could tell he was trying to do math and make guesses in his head. "I'm 30."

"Ah," he mused, "A year older than me."

"That a problem?"

"Not at all. I'm into older women."

"Yeah? What if I wasn't into younger men?"

"Then it's good to know before I spend 86 bucks."

You laugh, he smiles. He likes your laugh.

"You're quick."

He shrugs coolly. "It's apart of the job."

"Of a first date?"

"Being a cop."

"Mm. What's that like? I imagine you've done work in the city too."

"Not easy, but I love it. Figuring people out and approaching different situations in different ways is probably my favorite part of the job."

"Really? Not the drug busts or making the streets a little safer?" you teased.

"Baltimore and safe in the same sentence?"

"Hey! I'll have you know I live in a nice neighborhood."

"Yeah, thanks to me."

"Right. Well, thank you for your service."

Your phone flashed with a notification, a text from your mom.

"Shit, it's getting late," you said.

He checked his watch and sighed softly. It was 9 already?

You were having a small conversation while waiting in line for checkout when it was your turn. A lady brought up a kid's meal and packed it with your leftovers.

"How much is that kids meal?" you ask.

"$6.97."

You reached for your purse when you saw him already handing his card to the cashier. Before it could hit the reader, you gently grabbed his wrist.

"Woah, woah, wait," you slightly panic, "I can't ask you to pay for my kid's food."

"I didn't think you were going to," he says. So chill. Like this was an everyday thing. "Seriously, it's fine. You can cover the tip."

You watch him pay with a subtle frown because you hated feeling indebted to people. After he paid, you gave a generous tip and grabbed your bag before heading out.

"What's your Venmo?"

He looks at you, confused. "Why?"

"So I can pay you back."

"It was a little over 30 bucks. It's not a dent in my pockets."

"I know, but-"

He stopped in his tracks and said your name, gripping your shoulders. "I don't need you to pay me back." he said slowly and firmly. You sigh and just accept his generosity.

"Is this some ploy to get into my pants?" you tease.

He cracked a smile and crossed his arms. "Is it working?"

"David."

"I joke, I joke. I had money to spend so why not, you know, spend it?"

"And you really don't want anything in return?"

"No. Well," he paused as his smile grew wider. "A second date would be nice."

You smile back and nod. "I can do that."

Weeks flew by. The second and third date went well. Not only did your respective coworkers keep commenting on your moods being particularly elevated throughout your shifts. David was oh so eager to tell you--vaguely--about a case he's been put on and you've been eager to tell him about the shenanigans that happen in and out the bar. Even your kid noticed your mood change, commenting on it the second you got home from your first date--in a long, long time.

He took you home after a night out since your car was in the shop and he wasn't going to let you go home alone on the bus. This is the first time he's been over. Your parents were watching your daughter as your mom insisted on you going out and having fun him, whom she exclusively calls "Dimples."

You busted out the wine that's been sitting in your cabinet for about two years, unopened. After a few glasses, he was impressed by your tolerance.

"I didn't think you could become any cooler."

"It's wine," you said with a small laugh.

"You'd be surprised."

You hummed and took another sip, setting it down on the counter before returning to the living room where he was standing and still checking out your home decor.

"Who made this?" he pointed to a small clay statue on your shelf.

You said your daughter's name fondly while walking up next to him. "I couldn't get her out of the dirt when she was a toddler."

"Means you're doing a great job," he said as he glanced at you.

"Letting my kid play in dirt?"

"Ten times better than an iPad. And is that not what we did as kids?"

"Touché."

There was a short beat of silence before he spoke up again.

"No judgement," he started, "could I ask what happened to the father?"

"It's nothing deep," you reply, honestly surprised it took him almost a month to ask. "He was a good guy. Just not ready to be a dad."

He stayed quiet for a few seconds. "I think he missed out."

"I'm actually kind of glad he's not in the picture."

That surprised him, but he let you continue.

"He was nice, but a big love-bomber and some of his priorities were questionable. Neither me nor my little girl need that kind of stress in our lives."

"You said she's seven?"

"Mhm."

"When's the last time you went out on a date?"

You didn't respond but he caught onto the context quickly.

"No way," he turned to face you, "Seven years?"

"Technically eight."

His eyes widened.

"I told you before. I have an example to set."

Those pearly blue eyes softened upon the sincerity in your voice. The respect he held for you was only growing by the day, and that was the icing on the cake. Willingly staying alone for almost a decade to be a role model for your kid. He can't even imagine.

"Well…what about now?" he asked softly, but didn't move just yet. "It's just us."

Goodness gracious.

"You raise a good point," you said. The air suddenly grew thicker and like time was slowing down. His eyes dropped to your lips and his hand slightly twitched before meeting your eyes again.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. You were completely speechless. So speechless all you could do was give a little nod.

There was no hesitation when he cupped your cheek and leaned in close. His lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss. He took it slow at first, caressing your cheekbone before both his hands slid down to your waist. You could feel yourself getting overwhelmed already. It's not like you were getting cold feet, but really it's just been that long. You nearly forgot what this was like. Genuine intimacy.

You both backed up to catch your breath, inches away from each other's face. He looked just as dazed as you and all you did was kiss. A phantom smirk appeared on his lips as he held you close.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Very," you said with a small smile and wrapped your arms around him. "Just know that I intend to take this slow." you added.

"Of course," he said while idly rubbing the small of your back, "you have an example to set."

You huffed and shook your head in amusement. "That also means we won't be doing anything further unless this is real. I have much more to lose this time around."

"You know, it's funny you say that because I've been trying to find the right moment to ask you a very important question."

He watched you tilt your head curiously, but it was obvious you knew what he was going to say next.

"I was wondering if…you would do me the honor of being my girlfriend."

Your smile grew wider as you kissed him again more eagerly this time. It quickly deepened and he pulled you flush against his chest, a surge sparking between your bodies. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him as embraced you like you were as delicate as a bouquet of flowers.

You found yourself getting lost in the moment, your body pressing urgently against his. It's been too long since you'd felt like this, so wanted, so desired. And as David's hands roamed over you, you couldn't help but feel like the only woman in the world.

You felt his breath hitch slightly as your fingers curled into his shirt. His pulse thumped he like a ran a mile and you were so close, it was almost like he could feel your heart beating. He slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you with a soft grunt, causing a soft gasp to escape you as you pulled back slightly.

"Which way is-"

"-That way," you breathlessly answered and pointed down the hall, "second door on the right."

Your back gently hit the soft blanket. He started to peel off his own clothes first and you just… watched. He had an athletic build. Not too much, but not too little either. Which would also describe the very clear bulge behind his zipper. He now stood in his boxers, hovering over you to peck you on the lips.

"Your turn."

You undressed with swiftness, kicking off your shorts and tossing your bra to the side with more impatience than anticipated. He sighed softly and licked his lips. Sheer disbelief on his face.

"I am so fuckin' glad I went to the bar that day."

He leaned down and slowly kissed your jaw, working his way down your body with intention. He took his time savoring every inch of exposed skin. His lips trailed down the column of your throat, pausing to nip and suck at your pulse point. You whined softly, tilting your head to give him better access.

His hands roamed all over you, mapping out the dips and swells of your body. Then he kissed down further, leaving a path of heat across your skin until he reached the curve of your breast. He paused there, his breath hot against your skin as he gazed up at you, seeking permission. You nodded and ran your hand over his hair, urging him towards your chest. He took the silent offer and captured your nipple between his lips, suckling and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

His other hand came up to knead the soft flesh and your head fell back against the mattress. A soft, needy moan escaped your lips. Your back arched off the bed. He hummed against your skin and unconsciously ground his hips against the foot of it. He released your nipple with a soft pop, blowing cool air across the damp skin before switching to your other breast, giving it the same treatment. This went on for a few more seconds before he heard your pleading whisper.

"David…"

"Hm?"

"Please-"

He released you again and looked up at you through his lashes. Your eyes still closed. "I thought we were taking it slow?"

"I change my mind," you replied with a quiet shudder. "I need it. Now."

There goes that stupid smile that made your heart thump. He hooked his index finger around the band of your panties before dragging them down your thighs. His bulge painfully stiff behind his boxers. Just the sight of your essence glistening between your legs was enough to send him over. He fished a condom from his pocket and put it on with urgency, not wanting to keep you waiting any longer.

"Someone was prepared," you tease, face still flushed, eyes still dazed. You clenched around nothing trying to stop yourself from staring right at his impressive size. He shrugged and hovered over you, placing tender kisses on your lips. He slowly pushed himself inside you, swallowing your whimpers and not paying any mind to your nails digging into his biceps.

"I had a good feeling this time around," he murmured.

As he bottomed out, he paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of your welcoming heat enveloping him, before starting to move. He set a slow, reasonable pace, his hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had you writhing and taking short breaths.

He adjusted his position to grip your hips and pull you into each roll of his. Your body moved on instinct, hips lifting to meet his thrusts, chasing the building pleasure that coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach. You could feel everything with each stroke. He thoroughly enjoyed watching your tits bounce with each thrust before you reached out and pulled him back down chest to chest. Your nails raked his back with every increasingly deeper thrust. The only thing keeping you aware of your surroundings was the sound of your headboard softly hitting the wall.

"David-"

"I know," he muttered, increasing the pace as he chased and chased. You gently bit his shoulder as that coil was coming to a snap. "C'mon, baby. C'mon." he grunted. "Cum for me."

His movements became sharper and more precise as he got near to the edge. You could feel sparks fly as you came upon him hitting a certain angle, vision blurring for a second. You held him tight while your orgasm ran its course. Thighs trembling and your moans of ecstasy muffled by his shoulder.

David cursed and pulled out, quickly leaning up and pulling the condom off like it was choking him. He groaned and heaved as he pumped himself over your torso. Spurts of warm cum splaying across your sweaty, spent body. He let out a short array of whimpers at the sensation and how pretty you looked in this state.

"Fuck- fuck," he exhaled as the last drop came out. He leaned on the bed for support as you both calmed down and gathered your thoughts. After a few moments, he stood back up and looked down at you with…fondness. It was an honor he was the first man you actually chose to let into you and your kid's life. He could tell the path ahead of him was bright.

"I'll go run a bath."

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