Vlog inspired? Yes; #502 THIS STARTED A FIRE IN HIS HOUSE!! (SURPRISE)
Summary: Ilya comes to town bringing his shenanigans with him. He and David decide to handcuff y/n and Ilya together for the day as a prank, resulting in an amazing collaboration due to the sexual tension from the day’s activities...
Warnings; smut, language
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“Fuck, y/n ughhhh,” Ilya said running fingers through his hair stressfully on the couch sitting upside down.
“She’s so fucking pretty, I become Jell-O around her,” he complained to David.
“She’s like Medusa, except that when I look at her the only thing that gets hard as stone is my dick.”
Natalie walked by a heard that last part, “Ewwww Ilyaaa,” she rolled her eyes while David choked on his food, dying of laughter. Ilya didn’t make any sense, and the fact that he was so serious had David gasping for air.
“Bro,” David finally said after he calmed down, “just make a move, don’t be a pussy. And which one is it? Are you hard or are you Jell-O?” he laughs again.
And Ilya pounced on David and put him into a chokehold until he tapped out.
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That day, you and Natalie had plans to go run some errands for David and then have lunch at a nice spot.
“Oh you have no idea how bad I wanted to leave the house, I needed to get away from all the boy energy. Don’t get me wrong I love Ilya but he and Dave can be a pain in the ass sometimes,” she laughs while her eyes are focused on the road.
“Oh yeah, I forgot Ilya was visiting,” you fiddle with the material on your seatbelt.
“Yeah, it’s only for about a week, probably more if Dave gets him to stay with a game of ‘heads or tails’ or something.”
You chuckled and the car went silent for an awkward amount of time.
“So about Ilya... I think he’s cute..” you bit your lip waiting for Natalie’s reaction.
Her jaw dropped in shock but also in excitement. She repeatedly hit the steering wheel shouting ‘OH MY GOD!’ as if she was trying to wake it from a coma, accidentally honking the car horn.
“Why are you so excited? It’s not like he’ll ever go for me anyway,” you brushed off.
Natalie had completely forgotten that you don’t know she overheard him say the exact opposite of what you think. She tries to play it off, except her smile kinda gave it away.
“I mean, you never know babe. I think you guys would hit it off, just try to talk to him, get to know him...” Natalie suggests.
“I want to try,” you sigh, “I don’t think it’ll work,” you fiddled with your thumbs.
“I have faith in you bitch,” she smiled and you scoffed.
And that was enough for Nat to begin playing matchmaker...
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After today, Natalie dropped you off at your place and headed down back home, she was definitely sitting on a bad boy piece of information.
She pulled into the driveway and entered the house with a bunch of things excitedly.
“Dave you’ll never guess-” she began but quickly shifted her sentence because she saw that Ilya was next to him.
“-what I have!” she saved herself, motioning to the items in her possession.
David looked in her direction and his eyes lit up. “ahh yessss! Finally! Thank you Nat,” he smiled.
“Yeah and also I got some news, can we speak privately? It’ll be two seconds...” she silently hoped he wouldn't make her say it in front of Ilya.
“Sure,” he nodded, heading into the podcast room.
Once the door shut, she spilled the beans faster than you can say ‘happy birthday.’
Natalie didn't waste a second, “So y/n has a small crush on Ilya, and she said she kinda wishes she could find a way to get to know him better but she also thinks she has no chance...” she said all in one breath.
David raised his brows in shock, “Oh my god and Ilya was just saying kinda the same thing, he won't shut up about her,” he realizes, and Nat excitedly clapped her hands together.
“Ooo I wanna set them up, it’ll be so cute!” she squealed.
“And it could be perfect for the vlo- oh my god, Ilya told me he bought real handcuffs,” David lightly giggled at his impulsive idea.
“No, no David. Fuck I shouldn’t have said anything...” she palms her forehead, regretting everything she had just done.
“Too late bitch,” he cackles, “they want to be together? Let's handcuff them for a day challenge, they'll know each other better then,” he smirked.
Natalie huffed at the six-year-old boy in him, “Good luck convincing Ilya,” she shrugged.
“gOoD lUcK cOnViNciNg iLyA,” he mocked, giving Natalie the finger before rushing out the door.
It took a while but eventually, Ilya came through. With David's infamous charm of course...
“C’mon il, please? Look at it like this, you guys will spend a LOT of time together, and who knows? You guys could hit it off after this. Even if it’s not for me you could still gain from it and-”
“ALRIGHT FINE!” Ilya exclaimed, annoyed by David’s nagging but also excited to be with you.
A ‘yesss’ was followed after his approval and the boys began to plot the plan for tomorrow's stunt.
Natalie silently prayed that everything would be alright tomorrow considering that David and Ilya we're the Einstein's behind this. It was partially her as well, but she doesn't want to be dragged in this okay?
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The next morning, tweedle dee and tweedle dum arrived at your place. Luckily for tweedle dee, he had a spare key which you gave him in case of emergency. How wise of you.
Before they entered, David turned his camera on and faced the camera to themselves.
“Alright what's up guys, so Ilya is visiting from Chicago, and Ilya bought these real handcuffs and we’re gonna handcuff Y/n to Ilya for the rest of the day,” he said as Ilya cuffed one of his own hands.
And with that, he panned the camera to the doorknob as he unlocked the door and quietly reached inside.
“Try not to get hard around medusa, Jell-O boy,” he probably didn’t make sense but he earned a laugh from himself and a punch on his arm from Ilya.
The two of them didn't take long to find your bedroom, the door was left slightly open while you were fast asleep.
They peeked through the door and found you sprawled across the mattress, the only thing keeping your body from being exposed was the sheets. Ilya struggled to keep his composure, but his imagination didn't do him any favors.
“Hi good morning y/n!” David said softly, entering the room while your eyes fluttered open.
You looked at him confused, but you saw the camera in his hand and immediately recognized that something was up.
“What now?” you yawned.
“I can’t say good morning to my best friend?” he laughed. But you didn't.
“Alright, there is something,” he chuckled, “that’s obviously why we’re here, get up y-”
“We?” you interrupted, pinching your nose with your thumb and forefinger.
Lo and behold, Ilya appeared from behind the door, with nervous yet goofy smile.
“For fuck’s sake David- you know what I'm not even surprised...” you sigh.
David chuckles and gives Ilya a hidden signal and he casually makes his way to sit on the floor near the edge of the mattress where your free hand is hanging out.
“Alright y/n let's make this quick, we’re going around to everyone's house to get disposables with il right when they wake up. Just do this one thing and we’ll be out of your hair,” he lied swiftly.
It sounded very convincing, but to be fair when you're half asleep, no one can really understand what's going on. Hence why you blindly fell into David's trap, posing for a disposable, whilst getting handcuffed by Ilya in the process.
All at once, you felt the metal confine your wrist, the flash of the camera, and the familiar menace laugh ringing through your ears.
‘Oh shit,’ you eventually woke up and processed everything.
You yanked on your now recently cuffed arm, and yes it is true, you aren’t asleep, this isn't a dream, yes, it’s real life.
“No, no, no your fucking- no ughhh,” you cry out, your other hand covering your face in distress.
They both laugh hysterically.
“Soooo,” David chuckled yet again, “change of plans... if you couldn't tell by now, both of you are getting handcuffed to each other for the day,” he said all giddy.
You hadn't realized who you were handcuffed to until just now.
‘I know I wanted to spend more time with him, BUT NOT LIKE THIS!,’ you internally cursed any entity that listened to the prayers you technically didn't even ask for.
“Well walk us through y/n,” he pulled you from your thoughts. “Let's do your daily routine!”
You huffed out a breath. ‘Today’s gonna be a long one,’ you thought.
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You spent the rest of your morning struggling with the difficulty of getting ready with Ilya chained beside you. It was just as hard for him as it was for you.
Ilya's heart nearly pumped out of his chest when he saw just as much as a glimpse of your skin when he peeked at you getting dressed or hopping into the shower. And David was enjoying every second of this of course, since this footage was going towards the next vlog.
And now we're here, finally ready and leaving your place and headed to David's car.
“So what are we even doing today?” you asked.
”Well Taylor is sick, and Natalie is doing a couple of things for me, she can’t do them all at once so we're gonna go around and do half of her schedule and then go get lunch,” David announced.
“And then?” Ilya wondered.
”Who knows,” David smirked at him.
Something about that look in his eye really made you wish you were able to read minds.
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You were all driving to who knows where, and all of a sudden David turns around, camera in hand and your full undivided attention. You internally panicked for a quick moment until you remembered that the man owned a self driving Tesla.
You let out the breath you didn't even realize you were holding.
“This is the key y/n,” the smirk on David’s face setting in gave you another clue that whatever he had in mind definitely wasn’t a good idea.
He proved you right when said key vanished after he pitched it out the window.
“DAVID!!!” you cried out, the panic seeping in again.
“I have a spare key” Ilya reassures.
“I know the bit. I- I literally know what you guys are gonna do, please don't. Please,” you pleaded.
You were proven right yet again when Ilya chucked the spare key right out of the window immediately after that last ‘please.’
“FUCK!” you shouted, causing the boys to burst out laughing.
You were obviously not impressed.
The day so far went just as planned, nothing too crazy, but still very difficult.
So far you all went and picked up some props and supplies for future experiments, and met with some people to quickly go over some arrangements.
The way people reacted to your situation was definitely a sight to see, though it was tiring having to explain how you even got into this mess in the first place.
David was driving pretty fast on his way to the final errand, either he didn't want to be late or he just wanted to get this last one over with because he was already hungry. He was faster than usual.
Even Ilya was starting to take notice.
At a red light, he quickly reached over to your seat to buckle your seatbelt, there was a look of genuine confusion on your face.
“What? We can’t have you slipping away,” he tittered.
“Well, that won’t even be a problem since I'm already attached to you,” you smirked, meaning it both literally and figuratively. You mentally patted yourself on the back, whether Ilya got the hint or not.
It kinda seemed like he did when his face lingered in front of yours a bit longer than expected. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips quickly, as if he was deciding on whether or not to kiss you.
You felt hot. You knew you were blushing. You felt warm all over but then some of the feeling strips away when David interrupts by pressing the accelerator causing Ilya to act like this never happened and move back to his own seat.
Now thanks to him you were a bashful mess.
David raced down and nearly crashed into a couple of cars before you've all made it to some furniture store. You and Ilya both had a look of confusion drawn on your faces.
“Dave are you sure this is the right place?” Ilya asked.
“Yeah David are you sure?” You chimed in.
“Oh for fuck’s sake...” David sighs in realization, dialing Natalie's phone. Guessing that she saw this coming, all of his calls went straight to voicemail. David definitely had things to say alright.
“Natalie what the FUCK! I was speeding down here to come here on time, and it’s not even fucking important! Since when did I become your personal shopper? Stop pulling shit like-” his rant got cut off by the sound of your voice.
“ENOUGH! Stop being such a baby, let's just go and get whatever she needs. It's not that big of a fucking deal,” you defended.
“She’s right bro, relax,” said Ilya.
David hung up and exited the car, slightly slamming the door shut.
“He’s probably just hungry,” you sighed.
“Definitely,” Ilya chuckled.
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You both found David at the store waiting patiently to receive her order. Turned out, she picked out a large mirror, not that large though, only almost 7 feet. It’s not like throughout the whole day the car was slowly running out of space.
Nevertheless, the teamwork made the dream work, and it fit into the car by surprise. Though you were convinced if someone added one more item, the car would fall apart.
“Where am I going to sit?” you genuinely questioned.
David took a once over at the car to look for any available seats, he smirked when he only saw an extra one available in the front.
“I guess you’ll just have to share shotgun with Ilya,” he smiles cheekily.
Immediately after you heard those words, it was like someone released a ton of butterflies in your stomach. You were already cuffed to him, now you have to be even more physically closer than you already were. And you weren’t complaining.
You nodded your head and looked up at Ilya.
“So how’s this gonna work?” you chuckled lightly.
“I-I don’t know, we can try,” he stuttered.
Ilya sat down first and then you attempted at getting in after. The cuffs definitely made it harder to do this, the worst part was when you tripped and almost fell onto his shoulder but Ilya made it better when he caught you just before you hurt yourself.
“I gotcha,” was what he said when your faces were only inches apart, like that save alone didn’t already turn your legs into jelly, and that damn smile was the cherry on top. Are we making dessert?
“Let’s try this again, I have an idea,” you said after quickly recollecting yourself, breaking away from him.
Ilya got out of the car and waited on your instruction. He spaced out while he was watching you try to figure out and give directions, he thought you were just the cutest thing when you were focused and in control.
Ilya finally snapped back in as soon as he heard the words ”Get it?” escape your lips. He was fucked.
”uh- YES! Yeah,” he stuttered.
You smiled and began to execute the plan.
Ilya had both hands on your waist, guiding you onto his lap to make sure you wouldn’t trip again. You were finally fully in the car when you adjusted yourself a bit, causing his breath to hitch.
You felt him curse under his breath, you held back a smile after realizing what you did.
“Oh I’m so sorry, are you uncomfortable? Should I move?” You smirked while slowly readjusting yourself, the friction driving him insane. Ilya almost forgot to answer your question.
“N-no it’s okay, you’re good,” he stuttered, taking a deep breath before closing the door. David gave him a smirk before he started the car.
Throughout the ride his hands never left your waist, in fact, his arms slowly made its way to fully wrap themselves around it. Ilya claimed it was because you both didn't have a seatbelt.
On the way to McDonald's, which was obviously David’s choice for lunch, you felt a sudden squeeze that came from Ilya’s hands once every several seconds. Honestly, you didn't mind, in fact, you didn't even want him to stop. And if David weren't here, you’d want things to escalate even further.
David had his eyes focused on the road as he was talking about how much he loved McDonald's.
It was as if Ilya read your mind, his hands slowly headed south until they reached your thighs, drawing circles with his thumbs while your mind wandered into sinful places.
“I hate when people hate on McDonald’s. Like it’s number one for a fucking reason. Right?” David argued.
Ilya gave your thighs a light squeeze before he whispered in your ear to remind you to respond.
“hm?- RIGHT yes!” you rushed after being snapped back into reality.
“You know what I mean? Like it’s everywhere...” David continued, unaware that you were barely paying attention.
“Yeah totally,” you agreed, even though you didn't. It was just best to just go along with him so there wouldn’t be a huge debate.
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Finally, you all made it back to David's house. All the errands were done and David had sorted out everything with Natalie. And the rest of the group came over to hang out.
“Oh my god! ALL DAY?” Zane yelled in disbelief, along with everyone else that came in and noticed your current state.
“Yes,” you giggled.
“Oh wow I am so sorry baby,” he pouted, chuckling at the idea. You would laugh too if you weren't in this situation. All of the day’s struggles being filmed for a video and the one question you kept pondering upon was ‘how the hell are we going to get out of this?’
Still, there was no answer, there is a good chance you'll be stuck with him for a very long time.
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You have been sitting with Ilya for a good amount of time and you were thinking about two things; how long would it take to start salivating if you kept your eyes on him and if it were possible to get hornier than you already were. The answer? Yes.
You were honestly ready to risk it all, especially right after he winked at you when he caught you staring.
Seriously, you weren’t messing around. Suddenly you found yourself lying through your teeth like it was your job.
“Hey I have to use the bathroom,” you whispered in Ilya’s ear.
He doesn’t question it, and immediately gets up and leads you into the bathroom.
But of course, David stopped you both in your tracks with immediate suspicion,
“Where are you going?” he grinned.
“The bathroom?” you said.
“Bro she has to use the bathroom,” Ilya defended.
“Yeah sure,” David grabbed his camera, trying to follow the both of you.
You had a hand pressed against his chest, “Where do you think you’re going?” you raised a brow.
“To film for the vlog?” He tried.
“No you’ve filmed enough, let me at least have some privacy.”
“But Ilya can stay?” He raised.
“Ilya isn’t making a video for millions of people,” you shut the door on him, hearing ‘oohs’ in the distance.
“You’d let me know if you guys are having sex right?” David laughed through the door.
“SHUT UP DAVID!” You hit the door to emphasize you're trying to shoo him away.
When it finally seemed like he gave up and walked away, you took your chance and lightly pinned Ilya against the wall. It caught him off guard but by the look on his face, it seemed like he enjoyed that very much.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day...” you murmured, your hands tracing the collar of his shirt.
That's when he caught you off guard and now you were the one against the wall.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day...” Ilya whispered, his lips brushing over the edge of your jaw.
“So do it-” you felt his lips crash into yours, cutting you off mid-sentence.
It’s slow and sloppy but filled with hunger as one hand snaked up and lightly cupped your jaw.
You immediately parted your lips, Ilya didn’t waste any time before his tongue delved into your mouth, properly savoring what he’s been patiently waiting for, for so long.
Before you knew it, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bathroom sink, Ilya trailing his lips down your neck while his fingers snaked down to your heat, running them through your folds. Your breath quivering when his finger brushed over your button.
“Fuck, you’re soaking,” he whispered, breath heavy as he spoke into your ear. With his other hand, he pulled down your tube top, exposing your breasts.
“You thought I wouldn’t notice when you were being a little tease huh? You’ve been driving me crazy all day baby. All. Fucking. Day,” he purred lowly, punctuating his last few words by kissing your chest. Your breath hitched as his words definitely caught you off guard.
Ilya eventually took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nub while his free hand toyed with the other, inciting a moan but it got quickly dismissed when Ilya quickly covered your mouth, silencing you.
“I’d love to hear your sweet little voice, but right now you have to keep it down for me yeah?” You nodded.
He hiked up your skirt and swiftly pulled off your underwear. Before you knew it, Ilya dropped down to his knees, leaving kisses on your inner thigh while inching closer to your heat.
“Fuck,” you murmured while the hairs on his beard ran against your skin, sending tingles up your spine.
Your free hand frantically grabbed onto Ilya’s hair when his tongue grazed your clit, pulling him closer.
“Does that feel good?”
“Y-yeah mm,” you responded with a shaky breath, lightly pushing him against your center, not wanting him to stop any time soon.
Your thighs were trembling already and Ilya can’t help the smirk forming on his lips as he suckles at your clit. He was more than pleased with his effect on you. If you finished quickly, it would honestly be an advantage because then there wouldn’t be suspicions from David. Or at least not that many.
The soft string of profanities that slipped from your tongue only encouraged him to lick faster. But also in various speeds that make you silently plead for a release, toying you further.
You swore you almost saw stars when Ilya expertly slid his fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a delicious pace.
The feeling of his fingers rolling harshly against your velvet walls had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Gasping while yanking on his hair, trying your hardest not to knock your knees together around his head. You were close, so close, in case your shaky legs didn’t already give that away.
“Cum for me, c’mon baby,” Ilya quickly cooed before going back to work. He continued to lick and curl and pump his fingers, while you mewled desperately.
Soon the tension in your stomach, the entanglement of knots came undone when your orgasm crashed over you. Your back arched and your hand came up to muffle the moan you tried to contain.
Ilya chuckles, coming up to gently rub circles on your thighs to help you relax while you attempt to control your breathing.
He came in for a kiss which soon got interrupted by some pounding at the door.
“WHAT’S TAKING SO LONG? ARE Y’ALL HAVING SEX??” David shouted through the door.
Both of your eyes widened. You immediately scrambled to get put together, both of your hearts harshly pounding out of your chest.
“Bro relax let her finish!” Ilya cried out just as he helped to put your panties back on and your skirt in its original place.
“David get a fucking grip I’m finishing up,” you chimed in, smirking at the pun you had just created.
In the process of washing your hands, you had the most brilliant idea.
All of a sudden you began to pour water all over the front of your clothes, Ilya tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy.
You mouthed ‘follow my lead’ before opening the door to meet David with, of course, a camera in his hand like a fucking Hollywood fix.
“Are those cum stains?!” He said after giving you a quick once-over.
“No, are you on crack? We were trying to wash our hands quickly so you can get off our ass and Ilya accidentally wet me,” you explained, knowing full well he technically did ‘wet you.’
“Hey Nat, is it okay if I borrow your hairdryer?” you ignored David, spotting Natalie sitting comfortably on a LoveSac.
“Yeah sure! It’s in my bathroom by the mirror,” she smiled.
You left and dragged Ilya with you while David was still talking, he followed the two of you when you went to get the dryer.
‘He will not give it up will he?’ You thought, rolling your eyes.
You grabbed the dryer and darted to where Ilya was staying and made sure to close the door immediately, leaving the reporter out. You loved him but my god was he being so tough today.
Ilya plugged it in and turned the dryer to the highest setting, muffling all the noise coming from this room.
You both giggled at how successful this turned out.
“Now...” you pressed a finger against Ilya’s chest seductively, “let’s take care of this,” you smirked, brushing your lips with his, cupping the bulge in his pants.
You fondled with the front of his pants whilst you gently sucked on his bottom lip. Both of you got caught up in this impassioned moment before Ilya suddenly breathlessly pulled away, pulling out a small key from his pocket.
“You bastard! You had it all this time!” you huffed.
“Yeah, you like this bastard though,” Ilya smirked, “c’mere...” he murmured, unlocking the metal restraints.
“Ugh finally,” you teased, caressing your wrist with your hand.
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he growled in your ear, causing your stomach to flip thrice.
Ilya grasped your chin desperately and your lips are slammed together once again, hooking your legs around his waist.
The kiss becomes needy, more biting this time, turning each other’s lips a sinful shade. Your gasps and whines can only be heard by Ilya, as well as his raspy groans.
Soon you found yourself being gently placed down on his mattress. He then buried his face back in your neck, while starting to grind his erection against your now throbbing cunt.
You both became breathless rather quickly after he raggedly pulled away from you, flipping you over so your ass is faced up.
Ilya grabbed your skirt and panties around your hips and peeled them down your legs all in one go.
Ilya felt a lump in his throat, his mouth dry as he took in the breathtaking sight on display in front of him. His breathing accelerated, there was absolutely no way that he could keep it together, he was a mess. A mess for you.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot for me like this... damn,” he cursed.
Ilya quickly unzipped his pants and letting them fall to the floor, freeing his hard cock that's already dripping in precum.
“You sure about this baby?” he cooed, and you feverishly nodded away, aching to just have him inside you already.
Grabbing your hips from behind, Ilya lined himself up with your entrance and began to slowly push himself inside of you. Little by little, and finally fully slipping his cock deep into you. You gasp, turning your head to bury your face in the mattress because you never felt this full before.
“Fuckkk...,” he groaned, “so fucking tight for me...”
He thrust himself into you, you met him thrust for thrust, gripping the sheets until your knuckles were very visible.
He started to grunt with the force of his rhythm while you softly cried out against the mattress.
He picked up the pace, fucking you hard and fast, digging his fingers into your hips as a bunch of profanities were growled under his breath.
Muscles started to tighten and your moans were nonstop as you were getting close, the tension in your stomach building up by the second.
“I feel you, fuck- ah, cum for me. Cum baby,” Ilya cooed as he simultaneously continued to pound into your tight cunt.
“I’m gonna... oh god, oh god il...” you mewled.
“Let go, baby,” he egged you on.
You pushed herself as far done on Ilya’s cock as you could before you jolted and shamelessly came around his cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head once again.
The grip on your hips was still tight as he roughly thrust deep into your depths. It didn’t take long for Ilya to reach his release and as he emptied himself inside you, walls clenching around him from your own climax.
Ilya pulled out and collapsed beside you on the bed, breathily giggling with you until your orgasms subside.
-
You both walked into the living room where everyone was and David was the only one who spotted both of you first. Oh, the smirk he had on his face was chilling.
“Let me see if I can get this straight,” he laughed pressing record on his camera, “you’re clothes are still wet, you guys aren’t in cuffs anymore, and you expect me to believe that the glow on your faces is because you didn’t have sex? If I’m on crack, then everyone else in here is on it too!” He laughed.
Everyone in the room went wild whilst you hid your embarrassment in the crook of Ilya’s neck.
brief summary: ilya has always known that david is a womaniser, and he’s just in the background, a second choice. but when you turn up and capture the pairs attention, will it be the same case?
word count: 1.6k
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warnings: nope, it’s fluffy and all cuteness up in here
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“No, I’m serious dude, she’d go for you easily.” Ilya laughs into the microphone whilst David shakes his head in disbelief. “She would trust me. You’re so good and smooth-talking with girls and I’m just well,” Ilya trails off as Jason interrupts, mentioning the last time David flirted with a girl.
“I doubt that, Ilya. But if it ever happens, I guess we’ll find out.” David jokes, unaware of how soon that would end up happening.
*
Sitting across from the pair, you were deep in thought as your laptop remained on your lap, oblivious to the glances from David and Ilya.
Natalie beside you rolled her eyes, picking up on the looks. “She’s into you, dude.” Ilya mutters to David, nodding as David simply raises a brow. “It’s obvious, really.” He quickly adds, trying to hide the feeling of his heart sinking as he forces a smile, noticing a genuine one forming on David’s face.
“I don’t know, Ilya.” David remarks as he glances up, seeing you lifting your gaze up at the same time. “She’s just a friend, that’s all.”
Ilya shakes his head, knowing that is far from the truth based on what happened the night before.
“I’m serious, Dave, get off me!” You giggle as David continues to tickle you, your laughter echoing throughout the house as Ilya walks in with the pizza’s David ordered.
As he places the pizza’s on the counter, his smile begins to drop as he finds you in David’s arms, your face flushed as tears fall from your eyes. “You’re not getting outta this that easy.” David laughs.
“I got pizza.” Ilya speaks up, and immediately you fall from the sofa, landing on the rug with a soft thud.
Quickly, rising to your feet you clear your throat. “About time, I’m starving!” You avert your gaze from Ilya as you walk over to the pizza boxes, leaving Ilya oblivious to the fact you’re trying to calm your heart rate.
“What about that guy, he’s kinda cute?” Natalie nudges you as she hands you her phone, catching the attention of both boys as you shuffle in your seat.
Humming to yourself, you pass Natalie her phone back. “He’s not my type,” You say with a shrug. “I prefer brunettes.”
“Of course I had to go bleach my hair.” Ilya mutters under his breath whilst David smirks to Natalie, wondering if his thoughts could be accurate.
“Well, most of the time at least.” You quickly add before moving your laptop from your lap and heading to the bathroom, hiding your hands in the sleeves of your hoodie to stop them from visibly shaking.
Once out of sight and earshot, Natalie groans loudly. “Guys, can you give her a break, seriously.” Natalie points to the pair, Ilya holding his hands up in defence whilst David merely chuckles to himself.
“It’s just a bit of fun, Nat.” David excuses it as he looks down to his phone and answers a phone call. “What’s up, Zane?” David asks, walking out and into his bedroom, the door closing behind him.
Yet, despite it being just Natalie and Ilya, the matter isn’t being that dropped that easily. “Like David said, Nat, just a bit of fun.” Ilya comments half heartedly.
“I don’t think so,” Natalie sings playfully as she nudges herself to the edge of the sofa, resting her hands on her lap. “just, talk to her, yeah?” Natalie adds just before you walk back into the room, running your fingers through your hair as you glance over at David’s absent spot.
“Is it just me or is it freezing in here?” You ask, wrapping your arms around yourself as Natalie shakes her head whilst Ilya remains quiet.
Looking at the absent spot beside Ilya, a light bulb flashes above Natalie’s head. “Why don’t you take David’s spot? He’ll be gone for hours now that Zane’s on the phone.” Natalie suggests to you whilst Ilya’s eyes widen.
Turning around, you smile shyly to Ilya. “Is that okay with you, Ilya? I don’t wanna invade your personal space.” You chuckle.
“Oh no, not at all.” Ilya rambles, moving David’s things aside as he pats the spot beside him. “I’m hot, I mean, I’m warm so hopefully you’ll get hotter, I mean,” Sighing to himself, Ilya stops as he closes his eyes, listening to your quiet laughter as the sofa dips.
“Thanks, Ils.” You mutter as you curl up beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as your eyes start to droop whilst you scroll through your phone.
A few hours pass by, and you’re fast asleep with Ilya on the sofa. It started off with a quick power nap, but when Ilya lifted his arm up and you moved to rest your head on his chest, he was a goner.
“You won’t believe what Zane’s done now-” David cuts himself off as he walks into the living room, Natalie shushing him as she motions to you and Ilya on the sofa.
David pauses, looking down as your face is buried in Ilya’s chest whilst his arms are wrapped around you securely, your legs tangled together.
“Oh,” David smiles at the sight, quickly taking his phone and recording you both.
Moving aside, something changes in David’s thoughts as Natalie follows him into the kitchen. “How cute do they look,” Natalie sighs happily, but David remains silent. “wait, are you okay?”
Resting her hand on David’s arm, Natalie can see a look of sadness in his gaze.
“Yeah,” Snapping out of his thoughts, David forces a smile. “I just, I didn’t think about it until now really,” David mumbles as Natalie quirks a brow. “how, how good they look together that is.” David adds. “And I think I’m being selfish, trying to take that away from him.” David adds. “And I think I’m being selfish, trying to take that away from him.”
“There’s someone out there for you, Dave.” Natalie quietly states. “But I’m proud of you for admitting that, they just have to tell each other now.” Natalie huffs, knowing it’ll be a while before she hears either of you admit how you feel.
“Wanna make a bet?” David smirks and Natalie rolls her eyes. “$100 says Y/n will admit before the end of the week.”
Natalie scoffs before holding her hand out as David shakes it. “We’ll see about that.”
*
It was almost the end of the week, and neither you nor Ilya had mentioned what happened the other night.
Sitting in the garden, you were busy reading through a contract that you were emailed by your manager when Ilya wandered out.
“Oh, hey Y/n.” Ilya waves, but you remain quiet for a moment until you look over your contract, seeing the blonde standing before you.
Fumbling with the contract, you rest it by your side and sit upright. “Ilya, hey, sorry I was lost in my own thoughts there.” You admit, tucking your hair behind your ears as you smile up to him.
“That’s alright,” Ilya mutters as he sits down beside you. “I haven’t seen you much this week, guess you’ve been occupied with the sponsorship you’ve been working on?”
You nod in response. “Yeah, I mean I love it and I’m so grateful, but it’s kept me busy and as a result unable to spend time with you.” You pause, realising what you just said aloud. “And everyone that is.” You add, a nervous chortle leaving your lips whilst Ilya is unable to process what you just admitted.
“They’re hopeless.” David sighs as he leans back in from spying on you both. “I didn’t think it would be this difficult.”
Natalie tuts. “It’s Y/n and Ilya, what did you expect? They’re so alike it hurts.” She remarks. “Just give them time, and then I’ll be $100 richer.” Natalie says smugly before turning on her heels, heading back to her room.
“I’m sorry,” You eventually break the silence, turning to face Ilya as your knee brushes against his. “I, I’m not really good at talking about feelings and shit, but I think, no I know I have to say this.”
“Okay, I mean, only if you want to.” Ilya comments, reaching out as he rests his hand on your knee, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.
“I like you, Ilya.” You admit, focusing on his eyes as they widen, and then a small laugh leaves his lips, causing your heart to simultaneously break.
“Wait, no I didn’t mean it like that!” He quickly reassures you. “I just, are you sure?”
Slightly stunned, you nod slowly. “Yeah, but if you don’t feel the same that’s totally fine!” You tell him, but Ilya shakes his head, his hand tightening on your knee for a moment.
“No I, I do. I’m just, just surprised.” He half laughs. “I always thought you liked David.” He admits and listens as you laugh lightly.
“Wait seriously?” You ask, slightly dumbfounded as Ilya nods.
“I just thought, I mean, why wouldn’t you?” Ilya questions, looking up to you as your eyes remain locked on his and a smile crosses your lips.
“Ilya, I like you, it’s always been you, you dummy.” You chuckle, shuffling closer as your hand rests on his. “That okay?” You mutter as his face edges towards yours.
His lips brush against yours as he breathes out a yes before kissing you softly.
“And with that, you owe me $100.” David laughs to Natalie who groans before taking out the cash and passing it to David.
“I hope you’re happy.” Natalie comments, looking back at you and Ilya in each other’s embrace.
“Couldn’t be happier.” David mutters as he counts out his cash, glad to have won the bet and have his best friend get the girl.
Can you make one where you are pregnant and the vlogsquad make some jokes about your pregnancy but you are too sentimal and David protect and defend you? Pleasee
𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐊 ⇉ just a joke
warnings ➢ insecurity & pregnancy, ps i dont write 4 david anymore and i dont support him anymore thanks
you had had your fair share of little comments about your weight gain or on your appearance now that you were having a baby, but you always had your friends to defend you on your weight or whatever it was the internet was ridiculing you on. you also had your boyfriend, david to always cheer you up and he never usually was constantly online and checking on what people had to say on your relationship, that was until he was soon to become a father. so when he heard the first time that the internet was talking about the mother of his child, he had to put an end to it.
it was a normal day, a little bit less normal now that the days were counting down to the arrival of your baby, david had invited some friends over as per usual, wanting to record but not wanting to leave you at home alone. he was very cautious now, skipping out on the crazy stunts and other shit he used to do in his backyard or infront. david now followed you around the house constantly, even going to the bathroom or kitchen with you, sitting on the counter or outside of the door. you had probably heard the phrase ‘anything you need?’ about a thousand times as soon as he got home from the first ever ultrasound with you.
now zane, heath, along with toddy, jason, josh, and erin were on your couch, sitting around a chatting. natalie of course would be coming back after she did some things for david and grabbed some diapers and bottles, as david had begged her to get some more since he was still convinced he wasn’t prepared after stocking up on fifteen boxers or diapers. as well as the thirty bottles that had been sanitized, left in a seperate drying rack since he pressed that bottles and your dishes should not be together. after carly had a wild night out drinking with bruce until dawn, he decided that it’d be best to let the two stay home and sober up together. they were all chatting and trying to come up with ideas for the vlog, david recording those bits too so just in case something funny was to come up, he would catch it and be able to put it in. it started to get a bit stuffy in the room, your arms pulling off the hoodie and david helping you with it before he pulled you back closer into him. you fixed the bottom of your shirt, piping up at heath’s voice.
“that reminds me of the baby, she just looked so small underneath the hoodie! then when you take it off it’s like, wow.” heath comments, jason chuckling at the comment and agreeing. “not such a little baby huh?” jason pokes at david, “gonna be like lugging around a watermelon.” david smiling awkwardly in response at the sudden topic of his child, you brushed off the comments as best you could, trying to stay calm as you knew that the camera was on.
heath hit zane’s shoulder, “just imagine us trying to hold david’s son for the first time and he’s like huge, like just look at her. that’s obviously gonna be a big baby, i bet it’s a good ten pound baby. was your mom this big when she was gonna have you david? weren’t you a chubby baby?” heath questions, your smile dropping and david’s arm pulling back from your shoulders. you felt a little insecure, suddenly feeling even worse. you let out a shaky breath, nodding. “i’m gonna use the bathroom, i’ll be back.” you murmur, david helping you up and quickly taking back his spot on the couch, letting his eyes linger while you make your way to the bathroom.
a few tears make it’s way down your face, looking at your weathered appearance as the pregnancy definitely did make you tired and more worn out, but unable to sleep due to the bump resting on your back and the kicks or hiccups your little baby was giving you constantly. david was there for it all, helping you do small little things that reminded you that these long months are worth it all.
“heath, why would you say that?” david started, already reaching for the camera to turning it off and fumbling with the camera’s power button. “she’s pregnant dude, not cool. i’d never say that shit about mariah if she was pregnant.” he rants, running a hand through his hair while tossing the camera onto the empty space next to him. “it was just a joke david, i didn’t expect her to take it serious.” heath stutters out, david rolling his eyes. “you know she’s fucking insecure heath and you’re an asshole for that. you too jason, i would never talk about your kids.” he leans back in his spot, stopping at the sound of the bathroom door. he gets up before you make your way down the hallway, already hurrying to you. he reaches you, taking a few steps in the hallway before he takes you back to your shared bedroom. david takes your hands, helping you lower yourself onto the bed. he smiles, making your heart melt.
“hope you weren’t too upset over what heath and jason were saying, but if you were, wanna know what you’re doing?” he murmurs, giving you a second to pretend to guess and you giving him a shrug. “you’re giving me a baby, that’s the best thing i could’ve asked for. i never thought coming over here, i’d find fame, or friends, let alone a girlfriend and a baby. never thought i’d start a family, but somehow you made that change, for that i’m eternally grateful.” he says, already seeing the glassy look in your eyes that he saw when he surprised you in earlier years. “besides, you’re incredibly cute when you waddle around, or when you post on instagram, i think all those photos with you and your bump are the best ones.” he finishes, pulling up your shirt and pressing a kiss to the stretched skin.
“and you, you need to come out. right now.” he demands, mock anger. david pulling you in for a hug and kiss, hearing your small laugh and your arms at the nape of his neck, he knew that this life was destined for him.
Girl, I know why you spent money on lingerie... to slide into Ilya’s dms 😂 actually, you could text him since he gave his number out on his podcast with Joe!
...u right I should do ThAT
u know when he posted that story yesterday/the other day about going on that no carb diet💀💀iwasgonbelikeyouknowwhatsnotacarb?pussy💀💀but then I was like girl nooo u wildin
