Hey omg can I request a dave mustaine like smut of like dilf him and age gap reader dating but before he goes on stage he always has to do a little quickie yknow so he like pounds it out quickly and just dirty talk ugh
Warning: age gap, daddy, mid-late 2000s top dave/bottom reader, explicit language, graphic sex, dirty talking, fingering (f receiving), penis in vagina sex, (mildly) rough sex, unprotected sex, oral creampie, fellatio
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A/N: thx for the request anon & sorry for I kept you waiting for so long 😭 had so much fun writing this one 🫦
[I’ll mark where the smut starts & ends w/ **]
“20! Stage in 20~!”
…
“Knock knock~” You say, gently making your presence clear on the half-opened door of his dressing room.
“Come in~” Dave says, before turning around from the mirror, a small smile on his face,
"Hey honey.”
“Hey~” You step in, closing the door behind before you walk over to him, giving him a sweet hug and a peck.
“How you feeling?” You ask in a caring manner.
“I’m alright.” He says, still smiling, but you notice something’s off.
“What’s wrong? You look kinda fret... Feeling nervous again?” You ask tenderly, your hand lingering on his side, another brushing a strand of his hair out of his face.
“Yeah, I don’t know - Just a little restless.” He says with a somewhat weary breath.
“You look pretty though.” He adds, smirking.
You know what he’s up to with that smirk as his eyes shamelessly did a run down your body in his arms, before smirking again, clearly liking the skirt you’re wearing.
“Really?” You say, inching closer before putting a finger on his chest to draw small circles on it.
“Pretty enough to cheer you up?” You ask as you look up at him through your lashes, a slight curve on your lips.
“You know you always do…” Chuckling warmly at your gesture, he leans in for a kiss.
“Uhm…” You let out a moan, and it wasn’t long before the room was filled with sounds of wet tongues and breathing, echoing off the walls.
“Dave…” You breathe out before he breaks the kiss, his eyes dark as you feel his thick breath dancing on your lips.
“Help daddy loosen up a little, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice between a low murmur and a whisper as he grips your bottom.
“go lock the door?” You moaned, biting on the inside of your lip.
“or maybe we leave it.”
“jeez-”
He kissed you again, and before you knew it, you were on the dressing table, your back against the mirror with Dave between your legs.**
“So pretty…” He purred, his hand cradling the back of your neck, while the other swims down to your chest, fondling it gently before resting it on your waist as you lose yourself in his attention and kisses -
God, this man really knows just how to turn you on like a light switch…
Breaking away, he caressed your thighs as he pushed up the hem of your skirt, exposing your panties before gawking at the dark spot on it as it clings to your body.
“Fuck you’re so wet already-” He gasped, before pulling you flush against his hard on with a grunt, and started grinding into you in heat.
He can’t stop kissing you with your arms around his neck as he held you firmly by the hips, and you moaned at the friction between wet cotton and denim.
“Shit…” He breathes, your hand running down to caress his chest before undoing his jeans and he helps you with it, eager to get out of his confines.
“You want me, sweetheart?” He asked smugly, hovering over you as he took out his pulsing length -
Locking eyes with him, you nodded.
“Daddy wants you too...” He says, his voice vibrating in his chest and on the skin of your neck, causing you to squirm, before he reached down to take care of your clit.
Pulling your panties aside, he slid a finger in, quickly followed by another after wetting them in his mouth, while his thumb plays rounds on your button.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you mewled against his lips when he pulled his thick fingers in and out of you, stretching you out and making sure you’re ready for him.
“Look how wet you’re getting - fuck! Turned you on real good huh? Look at that tight little pussy sucking daddy in. So damn needy already.” He said as the lewd watery sound filled his ears before pulling his fingers out completely, making you whine in anticipation and desperation to be filled again.
Lubricating himself with your fluid, he spits on your cunt as his hand moved swiftly on his aching hard cock, before burying the leaking tip in between your folds and bottomed you out in one rush.
"Ughmm!!~ Dave- no, wait-" You cry out, not fully ready to take him so deep yet, your walls squeezing around him uncontrollably as your eyes almost rolled back.
"Sorry baby, daddy ain't got much time." He grunted, before starting to thrust into you roughly.
“Ugh~ Fuck- Fuck! Um! ” You scream, your legs trembling and your toes clenching as his familiar yet heavy girth rips you open, while the fast end pounds through your narrowed walls.
He’s deep inside you, so deep you thought it’d hurt as he bottoms you out with each thrust, but instead it just feels so intensely good as he punches that one spot in the back, again and again - Everything was so deep and fast, with no room for you to cry or beg.
“Uhm Dave~ daddy- Daddy! Umm!! ”
Resting your hand weakly on his lower abdomen as if you want him to and it would make him slow down, your head snaps back as your other hand makes a firm grip on his big muscular arm as in return for his on your waist.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking sweet-! ” He grunted again, the sound ripped through his throat as he pants.
"Keep moaning like that and everyone's gonna hear how good I'm fucking you, huh? But I bet you like it don't you, being daddy's little whore.” He grumbled.
God this is too hot to handle - Him saying that as he fuck your brains out, while all you can do is nod and moan, whining and whimpering his name as you struggle to keep your eyes straight - Fuck.
“Daddy… daddy… feel so good~ um~ ” You try to muffle and quiet your moans, only now remembering you didn’t lock the door, and that anyone can walk straight in and see how much of a fucking mess you are under Dave.
He kisses you, bringing you back as you glance at the door before you.
“Don’t worry baby. Nobody’s gonna walk in without knocking.” He assures you.
“Scream my name all you want sweetheart.” He says, before wetting his thumb in his mouth to rub on your clit again as he picks the speed, needing you to finish first as his hips slams into yours, filling the spacious dressing room with loud, wet slaps.
“Uhgmm… So good, so good for daddy, so tight around me." He mewls, his voice rumbling in your ear as he moans into it.
“Dave I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum~ Dave! ~ Ughmm!! ” You scream, your mind almost gone as he pumps into you faster and faster, before you finally come spasming around his fat cock with a cry, your thighs clamping down on his sides.
“Fuck-! ” He muttered, his rhythm shattering as he approached his own high, before he pulled out in a brisk, leaving your greedy hole twitching around nothing.
“Knees-” He ordered, and you quickly got down from the table for him, opening your mouth obediently as you waited.
“Mmmm… Fuck…” He sighs, his hand in your hair as he jerks himself off, before spilling a load in your mouth with a moan, not forgetting to give it a few lazy rolls on your lips as he does. *
You swallowed, tasting him in your throat before sticking your tongue out and wrapping yourself around him again.
"Good girl..." He praises, caressing your hair as he watches you, sucking him clean from bottom to top before you greet him briefly with the warmth of your throat.
“Ugm…”
Satisfied with that guttural sound you’ve forced out of him, you backed away to suck on his tip, drinking from it like a straw as if you're afraid to miss a single drop until it starts to soften.
A gratified smile on his lips as he gazes down at you, looking utterly adorable with flushed cheeks and wide eyes before the silence broke.
“10 minutes! Stage in 10! ...the hell is Dave??”
“Oops.”
He grimaced, quickly shoving his cock back into his jeans before helping you up from the floor.
You’re wrecked, all weak and wet, your legs wobbling as you get up with pink knees, a slimy mess in your panties.**
“Think I need to go.” He says shrugging, a resigned smirk on his face as he holds you close.
“Guess you’ll have to clean yourself up later like before…”
You nod, despite not having enough and wanting more, you understand the priorities while preparing yourself mentally and physically as Dave reached for the door...
“I’m here, I’m here,” Dave says, keeping you by his side with an arm around your waist as you walk out of the dressing room.
“Was in the middle of something, sorry.”
... 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 -
You quietly cleared your throat while trying to hide the mess under your skirt and make it less obvious that you just got pumped…
You can tell how everyone’s trying to act oblivious - But if their acting were that good, they’d be in another industry instead.
You know that they know what you and Dave have going on in the dressing room, as this surely isn’t the first or last time it'd happen, alongside the fact that the walls are probably not extremely thick…
Thinking about how embarrassing this is and how physically uncomfortable you are, you glance at Dave - It's clear that it's an entirely different story for him...
He’s smiling, he’s chuckling, a big curve on his handsome face as he talks, looking all relaxed and almost glowing, as if the air around him is better after screwing you or something - A strong, almost extreme contract comparing to your state.
Combining with the fact that you’re yet still horny for him, it borderline pisses you off, making you a little moody -
What a smug fucker he is.
Noticing your mild glare, his smile widened as he responded with a chuckle -
“Gotta go now honey. See you later,” before giving you a quick kiss.
Though reluctant to let go, you smiled and reciprocated, knowing you could always ride him out later at night til he's completely spent, and he'd have nothing to say or do to stop you from it.
“Good luck~”
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A/N: idk about yall but im not so fond of reading or writing reader in skirts in general for idk what reason, but I had to do it in this one cuz it’s easier to fuck in a skirt, duh 😭 I also generally don't like reading and don't feel like writing about daddy tho I'm into it cuz it sometimes just gets really clichéd kinda, but I think I did okay with this one cuz I didn't really cringe lmao. anyway, hope I delivered and yall enjoyed lol :]
ps. he “always” thought a “real man” wouldn’t mind tasting himself on his woman’s lips, but I can tell you he didn’t think that back in 1978 #teenagedave #headcanon🗿
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Genre: NSFW, Explicit, AU, Smut, Oneshot, Porn with plot
Summary: Reader is a lesbian regular at Fallen Angels, a gentlemen's club in Hollywood, who would later have a romantic encounter with the ultimate baddie who's known as a stand out at the club, Davina Mustaine - aka 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚, who commands the stage with confidence and captivating energy, and is set to become the next big sensation.
Warnings: sex-change (mtf), lesbian, top reader/exotic dancer bottom Davina, explicit language, graphic sex, exotic dancing & strip club mentioned, smoking mentioned, consumption of alcohol, oral sex (mtf receiving), fingering (mtf receiving)
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[I’ll mark where the soundtrack starts & ends w/ * (playalong recommended) & smut w/ **]
𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐/𝑅𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠
𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅/𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠
꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦
Music, drinks, dances and laughter...
You have been a regular at Fallen Angels, a high-end gentlemen’s club in downtown Hollywood, for months now - You’d come down to the club every weekend, sometimes during weekdays too.
The vibe in here is really good; the drinks are even better, but they’re not what attracts you here, the most.
It’s a person, someone that you’ve been paying close attention to - A woman, among all the dancers, and her name is Destiny - Their best and most popular girl in the house.
You’ve noticed that Destiny has quite a number of male admirers, sending her flowers after flowers, gifts after gifts - And some of the generous ones wouldn't hesitate to give her big tips that would make other girls seriously envious.
Yet, she always keeps her distance from them.
Although she always responds and thanks the gifters personally, and often drinks and has small talks with the big-hearted gentlemen, perhaps giving them a kiss or two on the cheeks as thank-yous that would send them straight to paradise - She never accepts their offers to spend a night with her, regardless of the price, and never allows excessive physical touches even during private dances.
They respect her boundaries of course, though some interpret it as if she's just playing hard to get (sour grapes, duh) - You might have a bit of an idea why she never gets too intimate with them, and you're hoping that you're right...
As for YOUR relationship with her...
Well, let’s just say that you’re one of the generous ones though you never actually brought her flowers or anything, knowing she already has more than enough of whatever you would get her - So often, she would come up and chat with you whenever she could.
Plus, as a woman in a gentlemen’s club who comes by herself, you’re much like an Amur leopard in here – rare, almost like a breath of fresh air from the countryside to her amidst this turbid city.
She enjoys your company, pretty lot.
You’re different from the others, and she can tell.
Not only are you kind and generous, but very easy to get along with; You don’t lust over her, and you’re not obsessed with her like some of the others are; You’re always respectful, admiring her from afar, and she appreciates that.
More importantly, you understand her.
To the majority of males in here, she’s only an entertainment: Something pretty and carnal for them to look at and drool over, to amuse them, something that they pay for, although there are men here who understand what she does at the same level as you do - She’s a performer, an artist, and she IS the art.
She’s capable of achieving more, and you know that.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
It's Friday, and you just got off work.
You love working as a fashion stylist for the magazine, and you enjoy the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction you get whenever you see you and your team’s work in the latest issue - But undeniably, it's a creative challenge working this job, so often you would take inspiration from Destiny.
She’s kinda like your muse, though you never told her.
Walking out of the office, you catch your fellow coworkers who you’re friends with...
“Hey Y/N! How’s it going?” One of them speaks up as you all walk towards and wait for the elevator.
It’s Tim from sales.
“Heyy~ Everything’s great! Thanks. Was just preparing an outfit for one of the photoshoots next week. What about you guys? Got any plans lately? It’s been forever since we last hung out!” You respond with a smile, small talk and catching up with them.
“Actually we were just talking about going out for dinner tomorrow after work. You want’ join?” That’s Pam from art direct.
“Yeah. Some of our friends from the show business are coming too. You remember Sam and his partner Phil, right? The guys from the management agency we worked with last time? Heard they’re looking for new faces to put up some adult shows or whatever, in Vegas.” Tim adds.
“Really? That’s interesting.” You muse as the elevator arrives, and you step in with the others.
“Yeah, I’m down.” You pause,
“In fact, I think I know somebody who they might be interested in...”
You thought of Destiny. Sounds like it could be an opportunity for her if she’s who they’re looking for, but you’re clear that you don’t know her that well and that you’re not close to her personally – Hell, you don’t even know the woman’s real name, so of course you don’t want to overstep.
“But why not? Won’t hurt asking.” You think to yourself...
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Soon enough, it’s Saturday evening, and you’ve told Sam and Phil about Destiny during dinner, even convinced them to join you on your way to the club and check her out.
“Let’s see what the big fuss's about~” Sam said with a chuckle before stepping into the club with you and Phil.
You lead the way and walk further into the club, recognizing faces along the way, saying a few “Hi”s, before stopping at the sight of a familiar figure...
“There she is.” You say, as the two follow your gaze towards the stage where a redheaded woman is standing, facing her back towards the audience under the dimmed stage light.
“That’s our girl Destiny.”
The three of you got here just in time to catch her starting her performance - And luckily, you still managed to find a good enough spot though the seats were almost full.*
The DJ starts playing, and as the soft and sexy melody comes out through the speakers, she turns around and starts moving her body slowly and gracefully around the pole - Whistles and cheers coming in from all directions in the audience, before she gets on the pole and starts doing what she’s best at.
Her fiery red curls aglow, flowing freely in the air as she spins; The rhinestones scattered on her black lingerie are almost like stars in the deep night sky, sparkling under the gentle and warm stage light that contours her body perfectly; The shadow emphasizes her slightly toned body with softly muscular arms and strong legs, while the smooth, luxurious light brightens her defining facial features, her full lips and flawless jawline; The heels silently displayed the subtle sense of power within that woman.
She looks stunning, as always...
She catches your gaze, noticing how you have brought yourself some company, unlike usual.
She throws a small smile at you as she continues focusing on her performance, almost a smug one which didn't go unnoticed by you. And later, Destiny was joined by other dancers as the show went on, and they started dancing in a group - A beautiful and tantalizing picture to look at.
However, Destiny seems to be really keen on you tonight for some reason...
You take a sip of your gin, trying to dismiss it as something casual.
It's no biggie that she’s keeping eye contact with the audience, and she’s probably just intrigued by the fact that you have some friends here with you tonight – You can’t deny that her continuously sultry gaze, combining with her seductive and sensual movements does make you a little hot and bothered.
You couldn't take your eyes off her, almost in a state of hypnotized...
The way her hips sway, the thin layer of sweat covering her stomach, the way her back arches as she gets on the floor...
You couldn’t ignore how these little things made you heat up in a way that they never did...
“I really like her energy and the way she carries herself on stage,” Phil says.
You snap out of it, realizing just how fixated you were on her, feeling oddly embarrassed.
“Yeah. No wonder she’s so popular. She knows how to stand out from other girls who, I would say, are equally beautiful and talented as her.” Sam adds.
“You’re right Y/N. Our boss would definitely want to sign her.”
“Hm- Yeah... She’s got the spirit...” Clearing your throat, you agreed, your voice a bit hoarse...*
By the end of the performance, you of course had already tipped the dancers.
You put down your drink. “You know what I really need right now?” Getting up from your seat, you say,
“A big, big glass of ice water.”
Sam and Phil responded with chuckles before you excused yourself to the bar, where you’d order the drink to help cool yourself down a little...
“Just a glass of iced water - tap, please.” You said to the bartender, before hearing a friendly and casual voice approach you.
“Glass of water? What, you’re not drinking tonight?” She teases, letting out a low chuckle.
Your heart mildly skipped a beat upon recognizing the owner of the voice.
“Think I might’ve had enough tonight, actually.” You respond, turning around slowly to meet Destiny’s eyes, a soft, charming smile on your face.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” She greets you back, a somewhat flirtatious smile on her lips, mirroring yours.
She has always been a little flirty with you, though you never thought much about it, assuming it was just part of her job or perhaps her personality - It always feels like there’s something more to it...
“You look fabulous.” You complimented as you took a good glance at her.
She had already put on a white, silky and loose button-down shirt for a little more coverage, waiting until her next dance.
Unable to ignore those beautiful and bare legs of hers that are still on display, despite your efforts not to stare too much - Especially with the slightly transparent fabric of her lingerie and the garter belt she's wearing, the side slits of the shirt loomingly showing a dangerous amount of her hips, making you itch...
“Thanks.” She says, flashing you a lively and mesmerizing smile.
“See you brought some friends here with you tonight. What a surprise~” She gestured towards Sam and Phil, before leaning in sideways against the bar, standing right next to you.
“Yeah...” You respond with a slight chuckle, “Those are my friends from the show business...”
“And they’re here for you actually.” You added.
“Oh?” She said, her interest peaking. “Guess somebody told them about me~”
“I did. I told them about you not only because I, well... admire you,” Lowering your head for a brief second out of bashfulness, you admit,
“But because I know that they’re looking for new faces for shows in Vegas.”
“Vegas?” Destiny’s eyes lit up subtly when she heard the name of the infamous Sin City, seemingly a bit taken aback by the information.
After a quick moment of collecting your words, you continued.
“You see... I don’t want to overstep or anything of course, and I hope I don’t come across as rude – But to me, it really sounds like an opportunity for you because I always think that you're more than capable of achieving more, though I have no idea if this is something that you’d want... Going to Vegas and all...” You say sincerely.
“I see real talent and artistry in you, Destiny, and obviously they see it too.”
She looks at you, now realized what you're getting at.
“Whoa... I- I’m flattered-” She responds with a slight chuckle, a nervous habit.
She seems quite surprised, maybe a bit flustered, but happy. “I don’t know what to say.”
“I understand, and I really hope this is not too abrupt for you or anything – but... I think they’re thinking about bringing more people from the agency in here next week to see you perform.” You pause,
“They’re really interested in you.”
Upon hearing that, she looked over at the two’s direction again, and they caught sight of her this time, waving politely, and she waved back with a small smile.
“Maybe you should go talk to them... If only you’re interested of course... I’m not trying to pressure you into anything, you know. I’m just-”
You wanted to say more, to make it sound less like you don’t know your place and that you’re trying to make her decisions for her, but your words are cut off when she places her hand on yours, resting on the bar -
“Thank you.” She says simply, the look of appreciation and the sparkle of hope in her eyes telling you more than she can ever express with words...
It’s a look of happiness that you rarely get to see on her.
“You’re welcome...” You quiet down, and responded softly, staring into her hazel eyes as she stares back.
She looks utterly beautiful at this moment, if it were even possible to be prettier than she already is.
The air between you almost palpable as it thickens. And for a moment, you thought you two were going to kiss - That was before she breaks away with a smile and excused herself to go talk to the guys instead.
“Damn it-!” You muttered fiercely under your breath...
“Here’s your iced water, Miss.” The bartender, who was just busy making drinks for other customers, says.
You just grabbed the glass and finished it in one swig.
“Thanks.”
You let out a deep sigh as you put down the glass, thinking about the moment you just had with Destiny -
That was DEFINITELY something...
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Hours passed; Bustling, the night flies by - It’s almost 4, and the club’s closing.
You ended up staying a bit longer than Sam and Phil, having a couple more drinks over at the bar, and right now you’re just standing outside of the club, smoking, lost in thought, before lighting another of your Marlboro gold.
You have quit smoking for almost 2 weeks now, but they just look so delicious to you right now, and you couldn’t resist – Especially not with your drunk inhibition...
You’d smoke enough cigarettes to see the dancers leaving the club, saying goodbyes to each other, and you catch that one person you’ve been thinking of since earlier.
You hesitated and struggled for a bit, but finally decided to call out to her...
“Hey Destiny...” You call out softly, just loud enough for her to hear you in the now quiet street.
“Davina.” She says, turning around.
“?” You’re a little taken aback, confused.
“You can call me Davina. That’s my real name.” She says with an adorable smirk - This is the first time she told anyone from the club her actual name except her coworkers.
“Sure... Davina...” You repeat the name in your slightly husked voice from the cigarettes, feeling a subtle jolt of excitement at knowing her real name for the first time in months, and the sensation of it rolling off your tongue.
“You smoke an awful lot. You know that right?” She walks over, and says almost teasingly with a somewhat amused smile, glancing down at the cigarette butts around you.
She had changed back into a normal t-shirt and denim shorts outfit, already taken off her makeup - She looks just as beautiful without it.
“Yeah, I know... I’ve been off cigarettes for a week now, maybe two. But old habits - If you know what I mean.” You say, taking a drag, a tat of resignation in your tone.
She didn’t say anything for a moment, just watching you smoke your cigarette.
“By the way -” She speaks up again, “Didn't know you cared about me this much.” She pauses, intrigued.
“Enough to recommend me to someone and have them offer job opportunity.”
She looks at you intently, as if she’s trying to read you.
“Like I said – I really admire you. As a performer, an artist, and as a woman.” You exhale the smoke, before responding.
Looking back at her, unable to tell what she’s thinking, nor how she feels about these words that escaped you in your intoxicated state.
A sense of warmth tugged at her chest when she heard that you admire her as a woman, too - She takes a few steps towards you, closing the distance.
“Is that really all you have to say? That you admire me?”
“I...” You were just trying to process the meaning of what she’d just said, before your eyes widen upon realizing how close she’s standing in front of you, before she leans in even further, invading your personal space.
You froze, heart racing, your breath caught in your throat as you stared at her in mild bewilderment - With her back to the streetlights, the soft shadow on her face made her expression even more difficult to read.
She stares back, her eyes boring into yours as if she's trying to pierce through the depths of your soul, seemingly deep in thought...
You’re not sure how to act, or whether you should say something to break this strange tension and silence, until an almost undetectable smirk flashes across her face...
She takes the cigarette from between your fingers, before gently bringing it to her lips, covering your lipstick stain on the white tipping paper as she takes a drag from your cigarette.
Your brain almost short-circuited at that as you looked at her, in awe and amazement, but it only got worse when she exhaled, blowing a cloud of smoke right in your face - She's such a stunner, knowing just how to push all your buttons.
It wasn’t a respectful gesture – In fact it was somewhat offensive, mildly aggressive even, like a provocation, yet you're utterly turned on by that...
Maybe it’s the alcohol, or perhaps it’s just something that deep down you've always wanted to do - You find yourself being drawn to her like a magnet, yearning to be close to her, to hold her, and kiss her senselessly.
You lean in slightly, eyes drunk and faintly unfocused, glazed with affection and desire.
The smell of liquor and burnt tobacco in your breath hitting her nostrils, yet she didn't flinch, not even a bit.
Instead, she responded.
Seeing the mix of emotions in your eyes that makes her heart boil - She leans in as well, slowly, until her lips meet yours halfway in a gentle and tentative kiss, as if you’re testing the water.
The two of you pull away gently after a brief contact, and you almost couldn’t believe it.
You can’t believe the fact that you just kissed her, and she responded - It's all too unreal, all too good to be true.
“Davina...” You whisper her name, feeling her breath warm on your skin.
Without second thoughts, you lean in and kiss her again, placing a hand on the small of her back, another on her waist, pulling her close - You’re no longer hesitant to let go of all the pent-up emotions and feelings you have deep inside you, so deep that you never even realized until this moment of vulnerability.
She responds immediately, dropping the cigarette in her hand before going up to cup your face, kissing you back with the same passion as she deepens it with her hand on your nape.
Lips part and meet, again and again.
The kiss tastes heavy - Heavy from the cigarettes, heavy from affection, and heavy from lust.
The sweet scent of her perfume and her presence filled all your senses as you tangle your fingers in her silky red curls, making it impossible for you to think or pull away, to keep yourself from melting into her - Unable to resist her, only wanting more of her...
Breaking away scarcely, both panting, gasping for air – You look into each other's eyes, seeing how the mix of emotions mirrors in one another’s, your feelings are beyond words.
You look down at her glistening lips, coated with a layer of both of your saliva, swollen, and stained with your lipstick - It's a chaotic sense of beauty and arousal, before a suggestive and amorous smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she asks in a low and somewhat breathless whisper.
“Wanna go back to my place?”
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Nippily going back to Davina’s place – It's a nice, medium apartment not far away from Fallen Angels.
Walking inside, you take a quick but mindful scan over the living room, taking in all the little details of the interior as Davina closes the door behind.
You turn to glance at her, your body buzzing and restless from the alcohol in your system and her presence, still a little lightheaded and fuzzy from earlier, but mostly you're just nervous.
You speak up, breaking the lull while trying to articulate and not fidget around too much, or ruin this by saying the wrong thing.
“Ni- Nice little place you’ve got here... Not as in small of course... It’s really-”
“God, just shut up and kiss me already.” She grumbles.**
And without warning, she grabs you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you in for a kiss, one that’s just as fervent as before, if not more.
You’re slightly caught off guard by her blunt and direct move, as well as her proactiveness, and almost lose your balance, but you reciprocate anyway, holding her as you savor the taste of her soft lips - Her hands on your neck and in your hair keep you driven, aching for her.
It’s nothing real intense or drastic, yet still manages to make you lose your mind just like that.
Without a word, she starts moving and guiding you further into her apartment, before the two of you take off your shoes, throwing your jackets and belongings on the couch - Your hand in hers as she takes it and leads you to the bedroom.
As soon as you shut the door behind you, she pounces on you and pins you up on the door, your back hitting the surface with a small thud before you let out a muffled moan against her lips as she press them against yours in a fierce kiss, not giving you the time to process at all.
You wrap your arms around her waist, hands eagerly roaming over her body, exploring every inch of her curves as she does the same, your skin tingling under her gentle touches.
“Want some music?”
“Was that not enough music (in the club)?” You ask in a slightly hushed tone.
“There’s never too much.” She responds with a small, mischievous beam before leaving your arms, making the air around you feel cold and devoid of a sudden.
She then walks over to the stereo player in her room, and puts on a mix of slow and quiet instrumental jazz tunes at a low volume to set the mood - Just audible enough to fill the silence and not enough to cause distraction.
You look at her, taking a few steps closer and finally noticing something about how she seems... a bit too sober...? so to speak.
“How are you not drunk after all those drinks...?” You ask softly, baffled...
Because not only Davina, you realize just how other dancers too never seem to get drunk even after a whole night of being bought drinks by customers, which makes you a bit puzzled.
“Most of the time we order fakes and have the bartender give us the cash instead by the end of the night.” She explains, returning to you with a small smile on her lips.
“Don’t wanna get ourselves hurt on stage... And some of us just prefer the money over the booze - Not me though...”
“Hm...” You muse, “I wondered...” Taking a mental note, “I’ll make sure to keep buying you drinks then, if you want, and tip extra...”
Davina lets out an amused chuckle under her breath upon hearing you say that - Her smile widened before she led and sat you down on the bed.
“Someone’s tryna be my sugar mommy huh?” She teases, chuckling more as she plays with your hair, before lowering herself to kiss you again, softer this time...
You let out a satisfied sigh at the contact, your noses touching as you simper against her lips,
“I mean I don’t mind...?” before pulling her down closer and getting her on the bed so she’s straddling over you.
She gasps softly at the change of position, putting trusting hands on your shoulders for better balance.
Your hand swimming down from her neck to her chest, before giving it a gentle squeeze as you prolong the kiss, another on her lower back, keeping her from falling.
“Damn...” You muttered as you held her firmly by the waist, the warm scent of black pepper and tangerine in the base notes of her perfume preoccupying your senses, your eyes darkening softly with desire and hunger as you looked up at her.
Your grip on her waist becomes stronger and a little more possessive as you pull her even closer to bury your face in her chest, breathing her in.
“Fuck, you smell so good...”
Instinctively, she relocates her hand to the back of your head, holding you close as she tangles her fingers in your locks and caresses your scalp.
Moaning softly at the sensation, you murmur against her chest, “So good, makes me wanna eat you...”
She can feel a small shiver running down her spine hearing you say that, before your hands travel down to her bottom, gripping and kneading her cheeks keenly, making her suck in a sharp breath at your pleasurable gesture.
She hasn’t been touched so intimately by a woman in a pretty good while, having to be closeted for the better of her career - Your voice, your caresses, your words... They're all so relaxing and almost comforting to her.
“Don’t stop, Y/N... Don’t stop-” She moans, before gasping softly at the feeling of your hand sliding under her shirt, shivering at the touch of your fingers on her bare and sensitive skin.
You lift the hem of her shirt and push it up, exposing her tender and smooth chest, her breasts sitting gracefully in her lightly lined front hook bra, waiting to be explored.
You breathe her in again, peppering her breasts and sternum with many more soft and small kisses, before you take off her shirt completely and ditch it on the floor...
You’re far beyond familiar with her body, having been a regular at her performances, but now, it feels so entirely different, almost like you’re seeing her glory for the first time - Your blood pumping, your brain already so heated up...
It's nothing like how it usually is, watching her from distance and always scared to make the first move, always hoping that she’d talk to you after she’s done so that you can be closer to her – You’re holding her, tasting her, kissing her and touching her; You're having her, completely, only to yourself.
No one is here to distract her by trying to get her attention and talk to her, no one is here to pull her away from you when someone wants to buy dances from her, or remind her that it’s time for her next dance -
She’s yours, and you’re hers, and you have all the time and space in the world to do whatever that the both of you have always desired.
Sighing between kisses on her neck and collarbone, you rest your fingers on the hook of her bra, before asking for her permission, your voice low murmur, “Can I...?”
You unhook her bra single-handedly, ardent, not wasting a second upon seeing her slight nod at the head, revealing the beautiful sight underneath as her bra comes undone.
“God, you’re so pretty...” Staring and drooling at her boobs with round eyes, you gasp out.
They're not too big, not too small, just the perfect size and shape for you - Her pink, sensitive and delicate nipples hardened as they were exposed to the chill air around them.
Though she’s an exotic dancer, Davina’s surprisingly feeling a bit shy under your gaze as she never has to be naked at work, so the unusual amount of exposure is making her a little uneasy, in a way... but she likes how you seem to enjoy them.
She lets out a small beam as she reaches for the straps of her bra that are still hanging on her shoulders, before slowly sliding them off - Her every move elegant, designed and calculated, meant to make you burn up in desires for her.
Watching her throw away her garment, you’re honestly way more flustered and meeker than she can ever be, overshadowed by her brilliance, and she can tell that you’re somewhat intimidated by the atypical closeness between the two of you.
Leaning in, she wraps her arms around your neck, smiling in an almost amused manner,
“Come on now, don’t play coy with me...” She whispers deeply, her lips hovering over yours.
“Touch me more. I’m yours...”
She kisses you again, encouraging you further, before gently pushing you over onto the bed.
With her endorsement, you decided to stop being a wimp and take the chance she’s giving you...
Caressing her back as she kisses you, your hand reaches down to grip her bottom once more, even giving her a playful and somewhat bold smack on the ass this time - An act that brings a hint of smirtle on both of your lips, her body jolting slightly, and you can’t help but sneaker at her reaction.
Deepening the kiss, she reaches down to undo your jeans and you wiggle out of them, kicking them aside before you slowly turn her over onto the bed and get on top...
You look down, her now loose and relaxed curls after a long night spread evenly on the pillow, her cheeks subtly flushing into an enticing shade of pink - And before you know it, your hand's already on her breast, cupping and fondling it while teasing her nipple with your thumb, making her back arch slightly.
You thought about how nobody from the club gets to see this side of her, and certainly don't get to touch her like this - A surge of pride and almost vanity crept up, making your head spin.
“You’re so beautiful..." You whisper out, enthralled, before you take off your own clothes, and let the possessiveness take over you as you start leaving wet and open-mouth kisses on her neck, both panting softly, before you gently bite down on it, making her whimpers feebly at the sharp yet gentle sensation.
Her legs clamping around your sides, your kisses feverish as you continue your way down, sucking and gliding your teeth over at her nipples while holding her svelte and lissom waist as she writhes under you.
Arriving at her stomach, you pull away before unbuttoning her shorts and stripping her down to her panties.
Taking the opportunity as you take off her bottom, you grabbed one of her ravishingly slender legs and put it over your shoulder, kissing and caressing her calf and thigh as you take in her vulnerability and that titillating wet spot on her panties - You’re on the verge of going feral, knowing you’d be hard as fuck to the point of exploding if you ever had a cock.
“You’re fucking irresistible.” You grunt out softly, before hooking your fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulling them off, revealing her alluringly wet, clean-shaven cunt, dripping with her juice.
Her pussy is smooth like peeled boiled eggs, as a result of regular shaving and waxing; Her inner labia were exposed, a cute shade of pink with the shape of rose petals peeking out from her fat folds – Her lips almost as abundant as the ones on her delicate face.
“Geez, you're just so pretty everywhere...”
Her legs now parted, resting on either side of your shoulder and arm, your hand finding her slit as you lean in to kiss her again, allowing her to get used to the stimulation - Her thigh pressing against both you and her chests.
Frisking at her cunt, your fingers collecting all her nectar as they caress her folds and toy with her moisten lips, making her moan against your tongue before going down south.
You spread her legs into an M, before kissing and biting on her inner thigh, gradually moving towards her center - A wave of electricity rushed through her when you licked her juicy wet cunt from bottom to top, lapping and teasing her clit with your tongue as you flickered the sensitive meat, making her whine and squirm.
“Mmph-! Hmm~ Feels so good... Umm~” She moans out, her hips start bucking slightly into your face as she reaches down to tangle her fingers in your hair.
“I promise you there’s better coming...” With your hands on her hips, you murmur against her pussy as you treat it with warm open-mouth kisses.
You devour her, your tongue teasingly darting in and out at her entrance, slurping up all her juice and your own saliva from between her slits as you continue licking and sucking at her cunt - Her fingers tighten in your hair as she tugs at it, her head snapping back as she loses herself in the growing pleasure.
“Oh- Umm~ God- This is- so- uh, hah... Don't... Don’t stop- Mmm~!” Biting down on her lip, her body jolting and twisting as she lets out more and more sweet, erotic sounds of pleasure.
You spread her open with one hand, exposing more of her clit, another holding down one of her thighs to prevent them from crushing and suffocating you (though you wouldn’t mind) as you push her towards the edge.
“Ugh~ Fuck- That’s it- Keep- Uh fuck! Mmph!” She whines out loudly, whimpering,
“Keep it- I’m cumming- um! I’m cumming!” Her waist wriggles, legs closing almost uncontrollably as she comes undone...
“Fuck...” She breathes out as the sense of gratification washes over her body, her breath coming in quick and ragged after her high.
You enjoy the feeling of her fingers lingering in your hair, sending tingling sensations down your spine, and a small smirk creeps up to the corner of your lips before you ask, gently wiping your mouth with your palm.
“How you feeling?”
“Fantastic...” She whispers with a smile of contentment.
“Yeah?” You chuckle, before crawling back up to kiss her. “Want more?”
Tasting herself on your lips, she chuckles as well, murmuring as your face hovers over hers.
“Hell yeah I do...”
“Bet.”
Wetting your fingers in your mouth, you’re more confident now seeing how pleased she is, kissing her again as your hand reach down for her slit once more, before pushing a finger in with ease, and quickly followed by a second one.
“Fuck, you’re so warm and soft inside.” You groan out, gently sucking at her lower lip.
“Umm~ and you’re so fucking good at this...” She whimpers at you stretching her hole - Her back arches, her cunt even more sensitive now after her previous orgasm.
After letting her adjust around you, you place your thumb over on her congested clit and slowly start doing circles on it, fingers crooking up to the roof of her vagina, finding the knob of the door to her satisfaction as she sucks you in deeper.
"Um~! Shit... Feels so good, hah~ Fuck~” She moans out deeply as you fondle on that pleasurable spot inside, her body writhing, hands reaching up to grip the sheets and pillow under her.
You can feel her water almost pouring out of her canal, and that she’s getting close again.
Her body tensing up once more, her walls clenching tightly around your fingers as she mewls and squirms violently under you - Her whimpers muffled against your lips, her pleasure overflowing as she comes for the second time not so long after.
“Oh god...!” She cries out, spasming and pulsing around you.
Slowly sliding your finger out, you teasingly give her overly sensitive clit a couple more rubs, making her whine and moan on your way, before putting them in your mouth and sucking her juice clean.
“You taste so fucking delicious...” You whisper softly.
“Do I now.” She responds, her chest heaving as she slowly comes down from her high, a smirk on her face before she pulls you down for a kiss, prolonging the moment...**
Pulling away, both smiling – Davina turned to glance at the window in her room, and you followed her gaze, also noticing how the sky had become a little brighter.
"Stay?”
“I’m not going anywhere.” You say, undoing your bra...
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A/N: Fun fact: The name Destiny was inspired by “AJ and the Queen” lol, iykyk ;) But anyway - Huge thank you to @daven.ue for this fun experience and collaboration! Thanks for reading guys! Hope y’all enjoyed :3 Until next time ~
