Dream Girl
Dev Patel x Black Female Reader
Summary: A classic friends to lovers story. You were always his dream girl.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, some mentions of alcohol, smut: thigh riding, unprotected sex, missionary filthiness, dirty talk, dev patel being hot lol
Word Count: 2.4k
His hand slid over yours softly, squeezing your fingers before bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss. No going back now.
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Every time you were in Dev’s presence the air in your lungs seemed to ignite.
You were hopelessly falling and you knew that you should probably let go of the crush you had on him because he was one of your closest friends and you’d been secretly pining over him for a whole year and too scared to say anything but try as hard as you might, your feelings never wavered.
You had tried everything and he was still in your head and you felt close to exploding with it all.
He was unlike anyone you’d met before. The kindness in his eyes, the way he cared for the people in his life, everything about him was fresh, warm, magnetic.
The conversations you had with him whenever you hung out were one of a kind, Dev had a way around words that made you feel so swept up, that breathed a new life into how you saw things, you truly thought the world of him and just hoped that maybe one day something more would happen between you.
To divulge your true feelings to him was something you dreamed of but it was so scary to think about actually doing, you didn’t want your friendship with him to be jeopardized or for it to become weird if he didn’t feel the same, but the more you were around him the harder it became to hide it.
Could you be mistaken to think that maybe there was something there? At dinner and drinks with your friends, you could feel the swirly haze and giddiness of the alcohol wash over you, your body leaning just a little against Dev who was seated to your right but when you thought he might have shifted away to get some of his personal space back, you only felt his warm hand against the small of your back, keeping you steady.
You were sitting but if your knees could be weak, they were.
It had to mean something, all these little moments and sparks couldn’t just be nothing. But it was harder to convince your mind of that than it was your heart.
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“You know, I don’t think I knew just how many vinyl records you have, this is extensive!” Dev chimed from across the room, making you laugh as you finished watering some of your house plants that you’d been trying your hardest to keep alive.
“Maybe you should come over more often, I play at least one every night, makes cleaning go by faster too.” you snorted, taking in the sweet smile on his face.
He scratched the side of his beard and stood up, making his way over to you quietly.
“Ahh now I know the deal, that’s what you say to guys to get them interested, huh?” he jibed playfully, sitting down next to you on the sofa, but you could almost hear the genuine question behind it.
“I would say yes because I sound way smoother that way but you’re actually the lucky first to hear that.”
If it weren’t for the music playing softly, you’d have been squirming at the thick silence, maybe you had said too much, it was hard to look at him now and your brain was going a mile a minute.
Fuck, what if he caught on and thought it was awkward? What if he just didn’t feel the same and this was all just friendly interaction? Everything was so uncertain and you hated that and just wished you could get the courage to look him in those warm brown eyes of his and tell him how you felt.
You’d be so lucky to be his, he was worth it all but maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.
“I’m glad to be lucky then.” he sighed with a smile, peering over at you where you met his gaze for a moment before looking away, busying yourself with a loose strand of thread on the sofa cushion.
It felt like he could see you, really see you, like he knew how you felt and it made you feel so vulnerable.
Your hands were dangerously close to touching and you tried your best to keep your breathing even and level as you hummed along to the music, your eyes shifting from Dev’s hand to the spinning record and back every now and then till what you had always wanted to happen, actually did.
Dev shook his head at you, his hand slid over yours softly, brown skin intertwining, squeezing your fingers before bringing your hand up to his lips.
He could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage wildly, no going back now. This felt right, he just had to let it happen.
“I think you feel the same way about me as I do about you, Y/N, and all I know is that I want something more with you. Being a part of your life as your friend has been the best and I hope maybe we can build more of a relationship with each other. You have no idea how amazing you are, you’re a breath of fresh air, you know. I feel like you understand me most. So…even if you aren’t sure right now, I just want to say thank you for seeing me and caring for me in the way that you do.”
You could almost cry with delight. It was your turn to give his hand a squeeze, grateful that he didn’t let go, he was giving you the option to pull away first as if you’d ever dream of it.
“Oh, Dev. I really do care for you and not just as a friend, I’ve wanted things between us to be more than that for a while now but was just so scared it might hurt our friendship if one of us wasn’t on the same page. Yes of course we can be more, I want that, I want you in that way. We can take it slow, just figure things out, spend more time with each other, you know?”
“I’m glad, I’d really like that too. I’ve wanted to take you out on a date for months, everyone said I should just ask but…yeah, you know how it is,” you both laughed, glancing at each other with a different kind of excitement and longing than you had before.
You didn’t like to put too much stock in what something could be when life was always so uncertain but with Dev, you just had a good feeling, when you know, you know.
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Four Months Later
Time had passed quickly since that day on your sofa, you were dating now, all your friends knew and had told you both they’d all made bets as to when it was gonna happen, I guess it really was just a matter of time!
But being with Dev felt so natural, you gelled together instantly, like this was always how it was going to be, he was your sounding board, a soft and safe place to rest your body, his hands trusted with your emotions, you knew he wouldn’t drop them. He was everything you’d been wishing for in a relationship so far and you felt ready to let this take you where it willed.
To him, simply put, you were always his dreamgirl. You had always been on his mind no matter who else had his attention or tried to spark things, his heart always came back to you, and knowing you were together now made him feel like the luckiest and happiest man alive.
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Your head was tucked into his side, bodies pressed together as you watched a movie, something unspoken lingering between you. It wasn’t like you both hadn’t noticed the heated glances or subtly suggestive touches you’d been giving each other for a week now. You wondered if he was trying to play a game of which one of you would fold first.
Dev was trying to hold back a laugh, he’d been watching you go back and forth with yourself for days now, you were cute when you were nervous and that only made him want you more.
He wanted to peel back your layers, get to your core, to better figure out what made you tick, what made you squirm or whine, he wanted to know what sounds you could make and how to pull them out of you.
Overthinking was a particular forte of yours but you didn’t have to worry, he knew when to step in and quiet those thoughts, get you to surrender to feeling, and he was expert at it now.
Before you could think on how to breach the subject of intimacy, his lips were on yours, tasting of coffee, your body melting against the very same sofa it all began on.
It was so easy, to let yourself be in his hands, to give him the permission he wanted so respectfully, to know he’d take good care of you. It made you giddy with desire, your body working on its own accord as he led you to the bedroom, the lock clicking softly behind you by your own hand, sinking it all into place.
All it took was one single look into his eyes and you were a goner, reaching out to him to which he didn’t hesitate to close the distance between you, your back pressed up against the door, his hands finding their confidence, wrapping around your waist, squeezing, exploring, while his lips found yours.
Your hands found their way to his hair, keeping him close to you, heat sweeping up your body as he pressed his hips against yours, his knee nestling its way between your legs, a hum of approval leaving his lips when you couldn’t help but grind down against it a little.
He was intoxicating, and so were you to him, he couldn’t get over how beautiful you were like this, a new side of you he hadn’t ever seen, your desire plain all over you, he couldn’t get enough and was determined to be the man to bring you to your knees in the best of ways.
“Does that feel good, love?” his breathy whisper startled you out of your trance, you realized he was caging you in against the door, his hands on your hips helping you grind against his thigh, a whimper tumbling from your lips.
It was hard to find words already and he hadn’t even gotten you naked.
“Y-yes, Dev, please,” you whined, panting against his lips.
He decided to have mercy on you but made a mental note to revisit the doorframe one of these days.
Clothes were taken off with feverish haste, discarded without care, the only thing you could focus on was how gently he was laying you back against the sheets, his lips finding their home against your skin once again.
“You’re already so wet for me, that what you’ve been thinking about all day, hmm, me touching you like this,” he smirked up at you, taking in your face as he pushed your panties to the side to touch you, groaning at the slickness he found there, his growing hard on heavier by the second against your thigh.
“Mhm, more like all week. I want you so bad,” you pouted, your heart thumping against your chest strongly.
Seeing Dev like this was so hot. He was always the perfect gentleman, always sweet and caring with you but this added a whole other edge to him, he was all those things still and then some, the sex appeal he always argued he didn’t really have so apparent to you, he oozed it, making you desperate, making you needy for him and what he might do to you.
And then when he finally pushed inside you, everything seemed to slow and speed up at the same time, the eye contact was insane as you yielded to him, your eyes fighting the urge not to close out of pleasure as you peered up at him above you, your brain short circuiting at the feeling of being filled up, the slow stretch your pussy gave to him, the way he cooed at you, a wet thumb on your clit, rubbing slowly, another mental note made at the way you moaned when he did.
He bottomed out eventually, his arms coming to wrap around your body, just holding you there for a second, his forehead resting on yours, skin both aflame.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. Tell me when you feel ready,” his voice felt like a lifeline as you tried to find your breath, your legs wrapped around his back tightly. He felt so heavy, so searingly delicious inside you.
“Mmm, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please.” you gasped, your hands finding their place on his body, eyes fluttering as you felt him move, felt the shuddering power of his shallow thrusts, keeping it simple for now, allowing it to build, giving you space to feel every inch of him connecting with you.
You couldn’t decide where to look, at the molten lust in his eyes or where your bodies were connected, the glimpses of his dick disappearing inside you knocking the air from your lungs, especially when he started to pick up his pace.
“That’s it, fuck! You’re so beautiful, love,” he groaned with you as he pushed deeper, snapping his hips a little harder, your whines and strangled cries only encouraging him. “I know baby, I know. Let me hear you.”
The obscene noises coming from him pushing in and out of your center made your face burn but you were glad you couldn’t focus on it too long, all you could do was hang onto him and let the pleasure blanket your body.
You appreciated the slow but deep fucking Dev was giving you, sweat beginning to shine on your bronzed bodies, his grunts and words mixing with yours, the two of your giving and taking, pushing and pulling, passion ignited everywhere and nothing else in the world mattered but this.
For him, everything was in place, to know that he was making you squirm and scream…it was everything. You were everything, his dream girl, his girl, all his. He’d spoil you, fuck you, love you as he believed you should be, it was an honor to be the man to rise to the occasion, all for you.
When you know…you know!
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Thank you all for reading and please comment and reblog! I wanna know what you thought of this, your feedback means the world! <3
I’ve been wanting to write for him for a minute now so hopefully this was a good read for all my dev patel girlies, he’s so dreamy and for whaT!
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