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[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Drop those hips into me like you’re adjusting your prone sniper position.

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[alwaysdjarin]

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Dave York x f!reader

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RATING: Explicit 18+ ONLY. No Minors Please. My work is 18+.

Summary: You’re hired by Carol York to test if her husband Dave is faithful. The rest is history…

Words: ~3.5k

Warnings: SMUT, dom!Dave, dom/sub vibes, infidelity, oral (m and f receiving), choking…so much choking (I’m sorry), kind of degradation (Daves a cocky bastard, he calls you „slut“ a few times), guided masturbation (f), fingering, squirting, rough sex,unprotected PIV, a hint of angry Dave, a little bit angst.

A/N: I had this idea when I listened to Kate Bush‘s „Babooshka“ and it fits so well for Dave. I’m a slut for this man, I’m sorry. 😅 I hope y‘all gonna like it. 🫶🏼

And as always: Likes, reblogs and comments are very welcome. 💜💜💜

You spot him as soon as you enter the small hotel bar in Atlanta. Even if you can only see him from behind, you don't need to check the photo you received from your client again. Broad shoulders, short brown hair, long and muscular legs, he’s wearing a black suit just like Carol York predicted.

You walk to the bar full of self-confidence and sit down at the counter, leaving two stools between you and the handsome stranger free.

A quick reach into your purse to pull out your little hand mirror and your perfectly manicured finger adjusts the red lipstick on your sinful lips with a skillful hand movement.

Of course Dave noticed you the moment you entered the bar. The knock of your high heels on the hard stone floor catches the attention of every man in the room.

He does a double take as you reach the chair to his left. Your floor length black dress reveals your right leg through a slit up to your thigh. If Dave looks closely enough, he can spot the lace on the edge of your stockings and he licks his lips at the sight. Your lips are red like the bottom of your expensive high heels and your hair looks soft in the dim light of the bar. Dave escapes a low growl deep in his throat. Like a predator that has scented its prey and is just waiting for the right moment to hunt it down. Finally, he takes his eyes off you and takes a long sip of his whiskey. That’s gonna be an interesting night, he can feel it.

You pretend not to notice that he just shamelessly checked you out and grab your mobile phone. „Hello?“ There’s nobody on the other end of the line, but the man next to you doesn’t have to know. „Oh okay.“ You play the disappointed girlfriend. „Yeah…see you tomorrow then.“ You let out a loud sigh and press the record button on your phone, if Dave takes your bait, you need a proof for his suspicious wife, your client.

"Idiot!" A deep voice reaches your ear after you've ordered a drink and you have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from smiling. Gotcha! You think to yourself and look in the direction of the man next to you with an innocent, questioning look. „Sorry, what?“

He looks at you with a smirk. "Whoever dumps a woman like you is an idiot."

It's easy to have a conversation with Dave York. He's charming, interested in you and undeniably handsome. You notice his eyes on your lips when you talk and his gaze lingers longer and longer on your breasts or the bare leg while you’re sipping your drink. It’s almost a shame that he’s just a job for you and you catch yourself imagining how it would feel if his big, masculine hands would roam all over your body. When you run your hand through your hair, presenting your bare throat as if you're ready to be claimed by him, and Dave has to adjust himself with the palm of his hand because of your submissive behavior, you decide that it’s time for the final step of your test. Carol wants to know if he would do more than just flirting and you’re ready to find it out.

It’s not really a surprise that there’s a knock on you door about 10 minutes after you left the bar and scribbled your room number on his napkin. And you’re a little bit ashamed that you’re actually happy about it. You take a last look into the huge mirror, you’re just in your lingerie and stockings and wear a see thought nightgown. Let’s take a deep breath, let him in, tell him that his wife hired you to test if he is a cheater, kick him out and call Carol. That’s all. You’ve done this almost a hundred times.

But there has never been a Dave York before.

You slowly open the door, presenting your sinful appearance before his eyes. He just stands there for a few seconds and you get the feeling he's hesitating. Dave looks at you, his eyes traveling up and down, lingering on your panties, your breasts and finally on your red lips again. Then something inside of him seems to snap, with two long strides he is in your room and slams the door behind him shut. Before you can react, he turns you around and pins you with your back against the door.

He's suddenly everywhere. One hand grabs your waist, the other one is at the side of your neck. You look at him wide-eyed, all your alarm bells are ringing to end the situation, he’s the husband of a client, he’s a cheater, he’s your fucking job, but you can't. His scent is intoxicating, the warmth he exudes gives you energy, the way he looks at you makes you feel like a damn goddess.

He slowly rubs his thumb over your lower lip and smirks. „God I couldn't think of anything else all night but your pretty little mouth around my cock. How he's all smeared with your red lipstick.“

You clench your thighs together, you’re already soaked from his cocky attitude alone. You let your tongue dart out of your mouth to lick at Daves thumb. He locks eyes with you while your wet and warm tongue circles around his digit and you suck it slowly into your mouth. He clenches his jaw and the hand on your waist disappears and fumbles to open his belt and slacks. You bite his thumb experimentally and he withdraws it out of your mouth to hold your chin in a firm grip.

„You gonna be a good girl and suck my dick?“ Dave’s voice is almost hoarse when he speaks and you try to nod with his hand still holding you tight. „Nah-nah sweet thing. I need you to say it. Use your words.

Do. You. Want. To. Suck. My. Dick?“

His gaze burns right through you and you manage to say a weak „Yes!“ Dave smirks and looks you up and down. „You had an attitude like a slut the whole evening and look at you now.“ You close your eyes for a short moment. You know he’s right, but he took you by surprise. There’s this conflict deep inside of you because all of this is completely wrong, but then you open your eyes again. You want him, damn you want him so bad.

„Beg for it!“ His hands grab into his slacks and briefs and then he pulls his cock out. He’s big and hard, the tip swollen and red, in need for a relief. Dave lets you stare at him for a moment, then his grip on your chin hardens again and he raises your head so that you look him in the eyes again. „BEG!“ He grits his teeth and you ask yourself if you should be afraid of him.

„Please…fuck please let me suck your dick. I-I want it…I need it so bad.“ You whimper, squirming in front of him, clit throbbing and needy for some attention.

Finally satisfied with your behavior, Dave puts his hand on your shoulder and pushes you down onto your knees. The door is still behind you and you try to find the most comfortable position possible, but all of that is long forgotten when you notice the big cock right in front of your face. You grab him at the base and lick along his vein just with the tip of your tongue. Dave hisses at your touch and you finally hear him moan in delight when you close your lips around his leaking tip. His taste is intoxicating. You give him an experimentally suck and look up to see Dave’s face.

God he’s a sight. He’s looking right at you, jaw clenched and brows furrowed. It doesn’t bother you that he’s still wearing his full suit. You open your mouth wider and let him slide slowly along your tongue and down your throat. Dave sucks in a deep breath and whispers a „fuck“ and for a short moment you’re thinking that you’re the one in charge, but then he seems to remember what he has started with you and reverts to his previous behavior.

He puts his hand on the back of your head and caresses your hair in a short loving gesture, but then he grabs your hair hard to keep you in place and starts to move his hips. You try unsuccessfully to withstand him. Dave's length takes up so much space in your mouth that tears suddenly well up in your eyes. You do your best to relax and breathe through your nose while trying to steady yourself with your hands on his thighs, but his pace is too reckless.

„Look at you little slut. Drooling all over your tits while your choking on my fat cock.“ Dave grunts and pants. His movements stutter for a moment when you choke again and swallow around him and you think he’s already coming, but then he stops. He stops right when his fucking big dick is deep down your throat and you can do nothing but look up into his deep brown eyes. It's a demonstration of power, no question.

You breathe hastily through your nose while tears fall down your cheeks. „What a fucking sight you are. Made for me to be used.“ You manage to make a strangled noise which only leads to more saliva dripping down your chin. And then he smiles, Dave actually smiles at the sight of you choking on his cock and you’re ashamed that you’re so turned on by his dominant behavior.

The hand in your hair loosens his grip and he starts to caress your face, his dick still balls deep down your throat.

„Are you wet baby?“

You try to nod.

„Do you want me to show you what I’ve planned for this little pussy of yours?“

You nod a little bit harder.

„Are you gonna be a good girl for me and take what I’ll give to you?“

Nod.

Then Dave finally slides his cock out of your mouth and you instantly gasp for air. He helps you to stand up and you lean breathless against the door behind you.

„Take your clothes off!“ Dave commands and you obey his command without hesitation. Once you’re just in your stockings, he‘s satisfied.

„How do you want me?“ It’s the first time you‘ve spoken in the last half an hour and your throat feels raw.

Dave‘s thumb gathers the saliva on your chin and let you lick it off him while he studies your face. „Lay down on the bed, make yourself comfortable while I take my closes off.“

You watch him while you lay on your back. He methodically strips down and drapes his clothes over a chair. He’s gorgeous you think to yourself. His shoulders are broad, his back muscular and the the gentle curve of his stomach makes him so fucking sexy. His still erected dick bobs proudly between his hairy thighs when he walks over to the bed.

„Spread those beautiful legs for me.“

You do what he wants and see how he licks his lips at the sight of your glistening folds.

„Touch yourself. Spread your pussy and let me see.“ His voice is deep, so much deeper than it was at the bar.

You let your hand trace over your mound and use two fingers to spread your pussy lips. You can hear the wet sound they’re making and Dave bites his bottom lip at the view in front of him. He sits down on the bed right between your legs and caresses your lower leg. He watches as you start to stroke gentle circles over your clit and you got the feeling he won’t touch you tonight. But you know that’s all a part of his game, so you go on further and let one finger slide into your wet hole.

Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of some relief and you feel the hand on your leg grip you harder.

„Eyes on me baby. And now add a second finger.“

You obey.

„Good girl. Now edge yourself. Show me what you need.“

You moan as you add a third finger and pump them in and out of your soaked pussy. You curl them to find the perfect spot inside of you and whimper when you almost reach it.

Dave chuckles. „Needy little thing! Need my long fingers to make you come?“

You look at him breathless. „Yes! Fuck yes, please touch me Dave.“

He lets his hand wander over the soft skin of your leg and you shudder while your still fucking yourself. Dave lowers his head and you can feel his hot breath on your wet skin. His hand grabs your wrist then and you stop moving. He lets your fingers slowly glide out of your pussy just to stick them into his mouth. Dave hums at the taste of you and licks every inch clean. „Fucking delicious.“

The feeling of his fingers inside of you and his mouth on your clit is what throws you finally over the edge. He has you pinned down on the mattress with one hand flat on your stomach, your back arches and you’re moaning -no screaming- out of pleasure.

„Damn!“ Dave’s groaning while he curls his fingers against your g spot again and again. „Let it all out baby. I can feel it. Give it to me. COME ON!“ You don’t know what he means and can’t tell if it’s still the same orgasm or another one. But the knot in your lower belly bursts again and you have the most intense feeling of your whole life. You gush all over Daves hand and forearm while you ride your orgasm. He pants little praises between your legs and looks like he also can’t believe what he just coaxed out of you.

„Fucking hell, this was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.“

„I…I don’t know…I’ve never…“ You are speechless and totally overwhelmed by the whole situation.

A harsh slap on your thigh gets you finally back to earth and Dave is already back to „business“.

„Hands and knees! Turn around, I want to watch us in the mirror.“

You do as you’re told, facing the mirror at the other side of the bed. Dave smacks your ass cheeks hard and you yell at the pain.

„Need to fuck this pussy so bad.“ You feel the hot head of his cock on your entrance for just a second before he enters you with one brutally thrust. You have to time to adjust to his length, he just slams into you again and again. The sound of wet skin slapping on wet skin fills the room completely and you whimper because he doesn’t seem to give you a break. His hand slaps your ass again and you swear you’ll see his hand imprinted on your skin for the next weeks. A reminder of what a horrible person you are.

Just like he could read your mind, Dave puts his hand around your neck from behind and pulls you up so that your back is right against his sweaty chest. He doesn't even stammer in his movements and fucks relentless into you while he locks his eyes with yours through the mirror. You’re looking totally destroyed, your hair is a mess, make up all over your face.

Then Dave squeezes your throat "Look at you little slut. Fucking your client's husband. Does that make you horny, huh?“

You widen your eyes in shock.

He knows. How? Why?

Your body reacts in its own way, squeezing his cock deep inside of you, which elicits a loud moan from Dave. He smiles mischievously while brutally pounding into you. The vein in his neck is prominent, his hair sticks to his forehead with sweat. One hand is still on your throat, the other is squeezing your tit.

"Do you do that with all the men you're supposed to seduce? Filthy little slut!"

You notice the sweat running down your back, it's suddenly much too warm in the room. You’re thirsty, so fucking thirsty. The sounds your bodies make are obscene but such a turn on.

You try to shake your head but the grip on your throat is so strong. You can't speak, you can't breathe. For a moment you think Dave is choking you to death. That's it. It was clear that the job would eventually be fatal for you. You've never slept with one of the men, even if so many of them wanted to. But Dave, fuck, he's so different. You hear and feel his breath in your ear, he grunts.

Just as the edge of your vision turns black, he finally takes his hand from your throat. You take a deep breath, your lungs are hurting and before you can think straight again flips Dave you onto your back and is inside your pussy within seconds.

The new angle lets you see stars. The only thing you can do is to take it. Take every inch he has to offer, every thrust he gives you.

You don’t dare to close your eyes, you know that he wants you to see him. There’s a droplet of sweat running down his forehead and dripping on you.

„Fuck Dave…“

He brings both of you to to the edge within a few thrusts and then he starts to praise you again when he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder.

„…so good to me…“

„…so beautiful…“

„…how should I keep being a faithful husband when you come around and try to seduce me?“

„…love this pussy…“

„…taking me so good…“

„…made for me…“

You feel your orgasm rushing right to you with every word he’s saying. It feels so good that he gives you the feeling that you’re not that bad as you think you are.

He commands you to come when he feels your walls flutter around him and follows you right over the edge with your name on his lips. Dave grabs your thigh hard, his other hand on the base of your neck. Hot spurs of his cum coat your insides and you can feel him trembling while he still rocks into you in a slower rhythm. He’s never closed his eyes for just a second, he watches you the whole time.

You look at each other for a long moment, searching for breath before he pulls his softening cock out of you with a hiss.

You roll on your side while Dave goes into the bathroom and when he comes back with a wet towel to clean you up, you’re already almost asleep. Dave drapes the blanket over your naked form and looks at your beautiful face.

He smiles, of course he knew that you would come after him sooner or later, he knows everything Carol is doing with her phone and notebook. What he hasn’t got planned is that he couldn’t resist you. He wanted to give Carol the feeling that he’s faithful, stop all her doubts. He failed.

The bed is cold and empty when you wake up the next morning. You’re not surprised to be honest, but it stings a little bit though.

You watch yourself in the mirror while you wash your face. Guilt overcomes you. What have you done? You fucked a married man. Red lipstick is still smeared all around your mouth and you rub almost furious to get rid of it. He didn’t even kiss you. The thought enters your mind like a parasite. He just used your for his pleasure, all that meant nothing to him. A single tear runs down your face. But then you remember his eyes, how he looked at you, how your name on his lips sounded when he came. He’s a cheater. He has a wife!

You walk to the table to get your mobile phone so that you can call Carol and tell her what an asshole her husband is. There’s a piece of paper lying next to it.

You read the note with your phone on your ear.

Same hotel room.

In two weeks.

- D

„Hello?“

„Carol? Hi it’s me…..I just want to tell you that everything’s fine.“

„Oh thank you so much. You can not imagine how happy I am.“ She sighs and you can feel her smile through the phone.

„Yeah, you can be proud to have such a great husband.“

You turn the piece of paper around. There’s another note.

Wear that red lipstick again.

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[popcornforone]

Wholehearted Attention

A Dave York Fan Fic

Stabby it’s been to long. I’ve missed writing Dave & I have lots of ideas for him in draft. But then someone sent me this photo & the idea formed itself & here we are… yep a Dave York Saturday is needed by all for some relief.

Synopsis:- You have had a stressful day at work & are having some me time in the bath, when Dave gets home & he is happy to encourage you.

Word Count:-3700

Warnings:- ALL OF THEM!!! seriously DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Oral both, mentions of piv, establish relationships, smut, swearing, cum tasting, squirting, drinking, shower sex, mentions of erotic literature, self pleasure, toys. Yea we are full on talking Dave at his Davest. Daddy is used.

God I’m so happy I wrote this & that Dave gets all of this.

Thanks for the read peoples, all feed back is welcome. I hope you enjoy.

“Thank fuck” you sigh as you walk through the door. The most hellish day of work is over. Presentations just kept coming at meetings. Phone calls & emails never stopped. You are glad to be kicking those heels off. You need a calm night a really calming night. You don’t know if your partners going to be home at all tonight, his work means his returns can be a little bit all over the place.

You know what you need. Your parents would scoff but you don’t care. You pour a large glass of wine & light a couple of candles as the bubble bath starts to fill up. Jasmine & cherry blossom. The same fragrance as your perfume which this year they made into bath products too. You also click the radio on to listen to some smooth rnb music as you undress & step into the tub. Nice & hot & ready for you to have a long soak. You when you have these moments of calm, always bring a small table with you, to put the wine, a small towel, your phone & a book on. The book is one of the items your parents would disapprove of. It’s called The Captains Desire. It’s pure smut. Men can watch porn all they want but women, as well as that, get to read & imagine it. You know you are up to the part where it’s about to get very hot. So this time you’ve also brought your bullet vibrator with you just to stimulate yourself enough. But before you enjoy your wine & read you make sure to wash yourself while the water is still warm. Steam comes off you as well as the tub.

15mins into your bath & You are lick your lips as you read, getting lost in the pages. It’s hot. It’s at the point where you want to enjoy it & so you slowly put your glass of wine down & grab the vibrator. No lube needed your in a hot steamy bath & you click onto button 1. You gasp as the vibrations start against your clit & you turn the page ready to see how the captain will respond to the tease in the book. But then the worst thing happens. As you select the second pulse setting your vibrator dies.

“What no!” You put your book down quickly & grab the towel to dry it off. You click again to start it up & it goes for 10 seconds before stopping again. You even try swapping the betteries round (down worry your hands are dry your aren’t stupid) but to no avail. “Fuck”

You say as you slam the toy down on the towel. It hadn’t even got you started. You sink completely under the bubbles & water & close your eyes for a minute. Trying to calm down. You know you need to come up for air soon, but your left hand has started to pleasure yourself underneath the suds. Your clit is so needy. You slowly push yourself up out of the water, eyes still closed & reach for the towel on the side.

It’s not there.

You start to panic.

You’ve got soap in your eyes & you don’t want it to sting. But before you can thrash around in the tub you feel the small towel Grace across your face. Your grip it & give yourself a proper dry before opening your eyes.

Your partner is home. He’s in a light blue shirt & black trousers, with a silver buckled belt. He’s home & he’s looking at you in awe.

“I’m home sweetheart”

“Dave” you lift your head a bit more & he leans his head down to softly kiss you. Your wet hand cups his face as he starts to breathe heavily. However you can already tell he’s not up for getting in the bath with you, well not yet anyhow. He’s not wearing a tie, he likes to be pulled by it from time to time with you just to give you some control.

“Having a relaxing evening”

“Very until my bullet stopped”

“Naughty, touching yourself without me” he mocks. Dave likes complete control, even over your self pleasure.

“Well you read that book & tell me if it’s not sexy” you roll your eyes at him, put the towel down now, your face is soap & bubble free & sip on your wine. Dave raises an eyebrow.

“Is this like 50 shades?”

“Ha” you scoff. “They wish they had written anything like this. This isn’t a romance this is desire & let’s just say that one of the book reviews for it online someone said they actually couldn’t recharge their dildo enough” Dave scoff at you.

“The captains desire” he reads before reading the blurb. “Captain Flores is on a survival mission that goes wrong & he is left with just his lookout Emilia Rutton, a woman who swore men off 6 years ago. But survival will mean much more than just getting out of this war zone alive. Hmmm doesn’t sound that smutty to me”

You sigh & look at Dave.

“Then read some to me”

“What?

“Read the next couple of pages to me & let’s see how it makes you feel” you’re still sipping on your wine.

“I’m not reading that” Dave put the book down.

“Why not? Are you afraid the Captain Flores is better at seducing than you?” Dave gives you a face like thunder. No one’s ever challenged his powers of seduction. You know he’s sometimes on mission where he needs to flirt kiss or sleep for information or for the kill. You’ve learnt to accept that over the last couple of years. You also know he’s cut back on doing that a lot since he was able to fill your cunt on tap.

“Didn’t you fall into my arms at that club?” He starts to clear the small table items off it putting them on the bathroom counter.

“True but if you’d not said you have a sour cocktail because you probably are just so sweet I’d have never sucked you cock in the disabled toilet that night”

“Ahhh memories, we should go out & do that again”

“Dave were banned” you both laugh.

“True but it was worth it”

Dave then sits on the cleared table at the end of the bath & takes the glass of wine from your hand. You rest your arms on the end on the bath lying on your front. As you turned Dave saw your arse come out of the water for a few seconds. He also loves that your head is directly in line with his crutch, so Dave man spreads as he sits on the little table & strokes your face.

“I’m going to read a page at random, okay? let’s see how it goes” he says. Your eyes light up. You know that even if there is no sex in a chapter it’s full of sexual tension from chapter 4 onwards of imaginary scenarios.

“Ahem” Dave clears his voice & randomly opens a page. You lick your lips hoping for him to read something dirty.

“Flores… she moaned begging for more. Feeling the way he licked her pussy dry… wooo” have slams the book shut but keeps a finger in that page.

“Problem Dave?” You ask like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth, all innocently.

“Thought you said this was smut, I’ve just read the next line. This is worse than some hardcore porn”

“Dave”

“I’m serious” he shakes his head. “& yet you can just casually sit in a bus with this in your hand & imagine all of that” you nod. “Damn women are built different.”

“Keep reading Dave im sure when you get to the captain you’ll sound so suave” Dave pulls a face at you.

“Okay” he slowly opens the book back up & you can see him try to see what’s coming next.

“Don’t spoil it for yourself Dave” you chuckle & smack his knee.

“Just wanted to see that’s all.” & he spreads his legs a bit more continuing to read. “Emilia knew it wouldn’t be long before she squirted covering the captains mustache. His left hand was fisting her arse as they lay on the hut bed. The broken mirror on the floor meant Emilia could see the captains angle. How he adored her. How his face was glistening each lick of her clit, each motion of her arse pucking had her moaning his name like this was the last time she’d ever be fucked. Her naked body still damp from being caught in the rain…” you are feeling aroused & you suddenly realise Dave is too. He can’t spread his legs anymore than that but there is a much larger bulge in his trousers than usual. Hes palming it as he reads. “… rain that they may have to shower in afterwards. Both of them are thinking this. There are few facilities in this shack. Both Flores & Emilia have wondered how good their naked body’s would work if they grabbed the soap, to clean each other only to just get dirty again…” his hand undoes his belt & the top button of his trousers just to stop his growing erection splitting the trousers. “Emilias body rolled feeling every sensation, not worried anymore if she’d suffocate the captain, although she was concerned as she now knew she could squirt that she might down him… oooh fuck” Dave’s hands tremble almost making him drop the book. You’ve slowly leaned forward unzipped his fly & started stroking his penis. “Oooh baby”

“Don’t think that was in that chapter Dave” you say long firm strokes get him fully erect in a few seconds.

“Who gives a fuck about a book, when I can have the real thing” he stands up & drops his trousers & boxers to the floor & strokes his own penis.”you now have my whole hearted attention” he slides the table forward, puts the book on the floor & strokes his angry head against you lips. “Do you want to make your daddy happy?” You nod & start to lick around the angry purple head of his penis now he’s sat back down. The pre cum is salty & tangy.

“Ooh sweetheart” his hips already bolting. “No wonder you take long baths if you read that kind of stuff” he caresses your face as you start to slurp taking him into your mouth further. The grip on your chin is firm but you know it will get harder. He fills your mouth. Saliva coating his length. Your eyes wide each time he hits the back of your throat. He’s on the edge of the table now because he wants to be ever further down your throat. The noises you are making are forcing Dave to concertrate, he doesn’t want to cum in the first few minutes, but the feel of your plump lips engulfing him make his eyes roll back. His grip on your chin gradually getting tighter.

“You like making daddy happy, fuck baby, your mouth was made for my cock, fuck.” He’s growling. He briefly lets go of your chin to remove his blue shirt so he is also naked before both his hands return to your head one on the chin & one runs it’s way through your hair before he encourages more movement, more bobbing, because he wants to see you as a spluttering mess when he ejaculates.

“You gonna swallow it all when the time comes, sweetheart? Is my good little girl gonna make me happy? Bet your soaked even without being in the bath” he whines as he holds your chin in place. You nod & he pushes down harder. One hand of yours helping his penis as you choke around it. The other has your fingers digging into your thigh. He’s panting hard, his moans echo around the bathroom. The feel of his length inside your mouth & the way your suck & twirl your talented tongue, has him struggling to hold on.

“Fuck baby, ooh shit oooohhhh mmmmmm shit fuck more more I can’t I… I… oooh jesus!” Dave screams your name. His ball almost burst. Your mouth spills his seed as it flows into your mouth & it doesn’t stop. Often Dave will trickle & then will give you some more when he fucks you in which ever position he likes that night. But no, your gagging & you swallow some as you remove his penis from your mouth. His cum escapes as he sits back & let’s go if your head.

“Fuck oooh fuck” he pants as he try’s to calm down, he’s still hard so you grip him again & slowly start licking off his cum & your spit from his length, you chin getting even more covered in the residue. “Well sweetheart you do have the magic touch.” He smirks as you let his cock go from your mouth as is starts to soften with a pop. “You did miss a spot” Dave says. You know you have, you can feel it on your face. His salty seed & your saliva. You take your thumb & push it back into your mouth.

“Tastes like heaven Dave” you moan & lean your head over the edge of the bath once you are done. Dave thinks your going into for a kiss but you aren’t. He’s a little perturbed when you move your head back, but then his eyes widen. You blow a spit Bubble & then gulp it down to create another one.

“Oooh my little slut you have all my attention” you both know his cum is mixed in with your spit as you keep regurgitating the bubble. The 5th time, it’s large & sloppy & you let it pop so your lips are covered by the moisture. You’ve never seen Dave move in for a kiss so quickly in your life. His tongue & yours working together, tasting the tangy mess your collective bodily fluids have made. No romance novel would ever cover this moment. He’s hungry for you despite you satisfying him.

“Want more Dave?” You mumble eventually as your lips break.

“Just a taste sweetheart, just a taste” both his arm go underneath you & with his magnificent strength he hoists your naked dripping body out of the bath so you glisten in front of him. He licks his lips & he cups your left breast. “We don’t want you wrinkling sweetheart do we, not while daddy is ravenous” he raises an eye brow before smacking your bum. Your little squawk has him all excited, as he then takes a few steps back & lays on the floor.

You know what he wants, & he expects you to know. His crutch & penis are so inviting to ride on but Dave wants you to take pride of place on your favourite seat. You’re still standing & walking up the side of him. You’ve not towelled off. You’re still dripping but that’s what he likes. If Dave had his way, he’d have you as a stay at home partner walking around in just the matching underwear he buys you so then he can shred it from your body when he needs a release & he can fuck your body until you physically can’t cum anymore. Dave is that man & damn you’ll play the needy bratty slut for him on command. You secretly enjoy it more than you let off but it does also stop Dave’s eyes wandering else where.

“How much of a taste would you like daddy?” You say as you stand across him. He’s looking up. He could try & make eye contact but he’s really looking straight up your legs, & past your thighs to see what your index finger is doing to your clit already. He’s not sure if it’s your arousal or bath water that’s dripping onto his face. He doesn’t give a fuck. You want this too.

“I want it all, I want you to forget your name & give me a facial” his hands are running up your lower legs, stopping just below your knees. He knows your ticklish behind them but he stops as you lower yourself slowly ready to sit on Dave’s face.

“Say please daddy”

“Oooh no sweetheart, you should be the one asking for it” those two firm hands pull you straight over his head & he sniffs at your sex. “Oooh fuck baby,” & he licks his first stripe over your clit.

“Mmm yeaa” you moan back. He’s going in circles around it. His tongue is even more magnificent than yours.

“Ddd…Dave” your whingeing already. Dripping onto his lips feeling every motion.

“On all fours” you hear as Dave grips your arse.

“Hmmm” Dave spanks your bum.

“All fours sweetheart, I know what you like.”

“What do you…. Ahhh” Dave swats your bum again meaning you jolt forward. He moves his head to the side so you can see him speak to reveal something you thought he didn’t know.

“I’ve seen you, using that wand on all fours, a pillow between your legs to hump so you can feel the friction. I know it gets you off. I’ve heard you scream my name as you do it” you blush the deepest shade of red. How does Dave know this? & yet the idea of him spying on you arouses you even more. “I want you to face fuck me”

“Dave.. I…” a firm smack connects with your arse. You moan, arousal drips onto his neck.

“It’s not a requested, Daddy said he wanted to give you his whole hearted attention.” His fingers dig into your bum & start to move you in place.

You get on all fours & the tip of his nose rubs against your clit as he squeezes you down onto his face. Both his hands gripping just bellow your arse cheeks as you moan.

“Fuck Dave… oooh god” his oral onslaught starts. “Mmmm oooh yess yess” your hesitant at first., you don’t want to suffocate him underneath you, your looking up at the bathroom sink, your feet starting to twitch in pleasure. It’s only a few more seconds before you start to move. Your hips rolling. The anti-clockwise motion pushing onto his face. He laps away at your cunt. Suddenly your no longer worried & you start to move like you do when your on top for missionary or when you have your own time & his pillow between your legs.

“Ooooohhh yes yes yes.” You moan as your body jiggles & Dave sticks his thumb inside your arsehole. “Yea baby yea, I like that fuck ooooh yes yes yes” you can’t control your moans. Your body twitches as your cunt gets devoured by the best oral lover(or any sexual lover for that matter) that you’ve ever had in your life. He looks after you & the way his hand is now caressing your cheeks, while the other now has another finger in your arse has you screaming loudly.

“Fuck daddy yes fuck fuck you gonna make me cum you gonna make me squirt, oooh baby more more more more oooh fuck yes.” You convulse & feel everything explode inside you. With an earthy groan you climax & cover his face, drenching him. You hear him splutter a little as your body slows down, but then as you go to give him air he keeps you in place, lepping every single drop that you just squirted all over him. “Oh fuck yes that’s it” his head is fully locked between your twitching thighs as you calm down.

“Good girl” you hear from between your legs. A softer pat of your arse happens & he helps you crawl off him onto the bathroom floor. You rest your head next to his as you both lie there exhaling for air for different reasons. You turn your head & see his glistening face & he laughs.

“I made a mess”

“That you did” it’s a delicious kiss he gives you as you lean in. You can taste your own saltyness on his lips & skin. You slowly start to caress his body, working your way down to his happy trail & eventually start stroking his once again hard penis. Pre cum dripping from the tip as he cups your breasts. This is no longer a soft kiss, your making out on the bathroom floor. Dave’s moaning more than you are as you both sit up & he pulls your body in close, he can feel your heart race. Each thud making him want you more. He slips a finger inside your cunt just to keep you moist for the next part of the evening.

“I think we need to clean this up sweetheart.” He says eventually his lips leaving yours but his index finger shhing you before you can say a word. “Didn’t your book talk about those two having a shower & exploring each others bodies after an adventure?”

“Yes Dave it did”

“Well let’s get dirty while getting clean, because you face fucking me is the greatest adventure of my day” Dave slowly stands up & helps you up off the floor slapping your arse once more. “I mean I once was an army captain, maybe in should make you call me that instead of daddy?”

“Don’t tempt me captain,” you reply as you both step into the shower. “I might need to be punished for breaking your rules” steam fills the walk in shower as the hot water flows & Dave pushes you against the glass as the spray hits you both.

“Well if good girls are gonna read smut, they are going to get all they deserve” Dave growls eyes filled with desire. As his lips find yours for a hungry kiss you gasp, he’s filled you to the brim, your special spot quivering I’m just the one motion. “But my girl, she likes to make me happy” he says before his rhythm picks up not just in the shower, but in bed afterwards for the next 2 days.

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[whataperfectwasteoftime]

Special

Pairing: Dave York x virgin f!Reader

Rating: E (explicit smut, 18+ only) 

Word count: 7k

Warnings: large age gap, virgin!reader, first time sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, PIV sex (with a condom), possessive!Dave, ambiguous/dark ending

Summary: You’re part of the newest class of interns at the DIA. Told to either sink or swim, can you stay afloat long enough to get everyone’s coffee order right, deliver reports to the correct offices, and juggle the attentions of the gorgeous man in office 712, the only person at the DIA so far who’s given you the time of day?

A/N: I wanted to write first time sex with Dave York and this ended up going in a direction I did not expect! Dave is soft, but gets a little unhinged at the end, and the ending is ambiguously dark. I don’t use beta readers; instead I just send my friends increasingly unhinged screenshots with no warning or context to see how they react. Thank you to @leslie-lyman, @pedropascalx, @honestly-shite, and @radiowallet for dealing with my shenanigans, I love you all.

Masterlist

“First of all, let’s get one thing straight right now. You are not special. You think you were hot shit at Harvard? You’re worms here. The way the DIA vets their interns is simple: we throw you into the middle of the ocean. Some of you are gonna drown, that’s the point. The rest of you are gonna survive by crawling your way to the top of the pile and fighting to stay afloat.”

You try to keep your face neutral as the woman–who doesn’t look to be much older than you, but who clearly has a chip on her shoulder after surviving her own cutthroat internship at the DIA–introduces the new group of interns to their first day on the job. 

“You have questions about what to do, where to go? Fuck you! Figure it out. You–” she points at a young man beside you. “What’s your focus?”

“C-Counterintelligence,” he stammers. 

“Second floor, talk to Mike.”

“Who’s–”

“What did I just say?”

The man’s mouth snaps shut and he rushes away in the direction of the elevators. The woman sends several more interns scrambling in scattered directions, looking for their new offices for the next year. Finally, her finger lands on you.”

“You.”

You’re ready. “Cybersecurity,” you announce, keeping the waver out of your voice. 

“Oh.” She looks you up and down with a wrinkled nose. “That means you’re with me. Basement.”

You follow your guide down the stairs to a room at the end of the hallway. You look excitedly around the cramped room, where your fellow interns take up almost every available surface, typing furiously on laptops stacked on books or piles of paper. Everyone in the room is lucky to be here: all the tops of your classes in Ivy League schools, all considered prodigies in your fields, all with overblown expectations of yourselves before your careers even start. 

“Where’s my laptop?” you ask, eager to get started.

Your guide gives you a withering stare. “You can’t just arrive here on your first day and be top dog,” she says. “Everyone you see here has spent months earning their place doing the important work.”

“What am I going to be doing?” you ask warily.

“Coffee.”

“Coffee!?”

“Coffee. And–” she checks her watch, “–you’re late. Go up to conference room E403b and for God’s sake, take a notebook. You’re going to want to write it down.”

It takes you ages to find the conference room. You try first to look for it on your own, wandering the labyrinthian maze of offices and cubicles, trying to make sense of the naming convention on the doors. Finally, you have to ask a floor secretary, who looks at you like everyone seems to look at the interns at the DIA–with aggressive indifference.

The meeting is apparently in full swing when you enter, and you fight down the urge to grimace as conversations cut off in mid-sentence as every head in the room swivels to look at you. You hold up your little notebook and shake it slightly. 

“Coffee orders?”

Everyone speaks at once, of course, and you scribble furiously, trying to get it all down. Carmel latte, cappuccino, macchiato, americano–fuck, wait–which one of those was nonfat? It’s all the more difficult because you don’t know a single person’s name; you try to write down simple descriptions instead. Blondie. Guy with paisley tie. Hawkish nose. Thick glasses lady. Eventually, you look down at your writing. It’s chaos, of course.

“Thanks!” you squeak. “Be right back with your–uh, with the coffees!”

You run across the street to the nearest coffee shop, feeling more like a magazine editor’s PA than an Intelligence intern. All that’s missing is vague instructions to get various fashion designers on the phone. You juggle fourteen coffees on your way back, a delicate balancing act of cardboard trays and sloshing, hot liquid. 

By some miracle, you manage not to spill any on yourself when you reach the fourth floor again.

“Hi! Me again. Um–okay. So, americano… cold brew… iced latte…” you begin handing out the coffees, glancing down at your muddled cheat sheet in vain, trying to remember who had what.

"What's this?" the man with the hawkish nose asks, frowning down at the cup you’d placed in front of him. 

You look down at your hastily scribbled notes. 

"Uh, a… pumpkin spice latte?" 

The man's eyes narrow.

"That's mine," a woman to his left pipes up. “I’ve got your black coffee right here, Dave.”

The table is a flurry of movement as several other people switch drinks, correcting your apparently many mistakes. You want to sink into the floor–this isn’t what you’d signed up for in the slightest, and now this entire conference room thinks you’re a moron. 

“Thank you,” the man–Dave–says. “That will be all.”

You nod at the obvious dismissal, and retreat from the room. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Thankfully, the rest of the day is spent organizing a massive filing cabinet by alphabetical order, and you don’t have to interact with anyone else for the rest of the day after such a major fuckup. You’re just finishing up the V’s when you hear the same woman from before call out your name, and you cringe inwardly. God, what now?

“More coffee?” you ask with a wry twist of your lip.

“Hilarious. Will you take these up to Mr. York? He’s on the seventh floor, wing C, office 712.” 

A stack of reports is thrust in your face, and you have to scramble not to let any of them go cascading to the floor around your feet.

You mutter the directions under your breath as you take the elevator up. York. Seventh Floor. C wing. 712. York. Seven. C. 712. 

You tap timidly on the office door. The occupant looks up, and you have to suppress the urge to turn around and run away. It’s the black coffee guy. The man who’d dismissed you after you handed nearly everyone the wrong cup. 

Dave York.

Dave appears to be on a conference call, but he holds out his hand, beckoning you in. Before he drops his arm again, he makes a ‘just one moment’ gesture as he finishes up the call, so you wait, awkwardly rocking back and forth on your heels as you stand just inside the doorway, listening to the conversation. 

“We were fortunate that a potentially serious nuclear incident did not happen,” someone on the computer says. “Next time, we may not be so lucky.”

“All we can do is monitor the situation,” Dave responds. “I want a report that we can submit to the hill by Wednesday at the latest.”

When the call ends, Dave closes his laptop and looks up at you expectantly. “What do you think?”

You blanch.  “Think? I–”

“The call. Zaporizhzhia. What do you think?” Dave folds his arms and looks up at you with a neutral, open expression. He’s the first person who’s really looked at you all day. The one thing you’ve learned is that interns do have one superpower: invisibility. Most people have looked right through you, as important and significant as an office potted plant. 

To add to your nervousness, the man is gorgeous, and you find yourself staring at his pursed lips and dark eyes for longer than strictly necessary.

“I don’t… I’m just delivering stuff,” you mumble. “I brought these, uh, reports I was supposed to–”

“Our intern program only takes the highest talent from the most prestigious schools,” Dave interrupts. “I don’t believe for a second that you came here to just fuck up some coffee orders and deliver reports.”

Your gaze drops down to the floor, embarrassed.

“What school did you go to?” 

“Brown,” you answer automatically. 

"What was your major?"

"Cybersecurity."

“Honors?”

“Highest.”

You peek up at Dave through your eyelashes. He’s smiling now, as if he finds you amusing. 

“And I’m guessing you didn’t fund your education by working at Starbucks,” he says sardonically. 

“I had a fellowship,” you mumble. 

Your answer makes Dave laugh out loud, but you don’t find the humor in the situation. You can't figure out if he's making fun of you or giving you a very back-handed pep talk. 

"So, Miss Brown," Dave says. "What do you think?"

“The–the reactors at the plant are shut down,” you start slowly, “but there’s a risk that the nuclear fuel could overheat if power supplies to the plant’s cooling systems are cut off. They’ve already been forced to operate on backup generators a number of times. The–uh–the shelling should be tantamount to the use of a weapon of mass destruction.”

Dave listens, nodding intermittently. When you’re finished speaking, he holds out his hands for the stack of reports. When you hand them to him, he drops them on the side of his desk.

“Thank you.”

Another dismissal.

You nod and make your way over to the door.

“Brown?” Dave calls out, making you turn.

“Sir?”

“You’re going to be treated like a doormat for the next twelve months, but you are not one. The most important thing you can do right now is to have some fucking teeth. Got it?”

The words may be harsh, but Dave’s eyes are warm, one corner of his mouth turned slightly upward.

You nod rapidly. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

The smile grows. “Chin up, kid.”

Kid.

You nod, and with a little sigh, you head back down to the crowded cave that serves as a home base and office space for all of the interns in the building. 

– – – – – – –

The next week there are more reports to deliver to office 712. And the next week. And the next. You wonder just how many deliveries the man gets, or if it just happens to be you every time. After the first day, Dave continues to make small talk with you–sometimes asking about work, sometimes discussing current events, or just remarking on the weather.

Dave York is off-limits, but you can’t help the way your heart starts to pound when he looks at you, or worse, when he talks to you. Sometimes you feel like he must be able to hear that telltale waver in your voice that indicates how incredibly flustered he makes you. You feel off-balance whenever he’s around; your words are more breathless, delivered at a higher pitch, and you can’t stop yourself from looking at him with wide eyes and parted lips whenever he says anything. He fascinates you. He’s just aloof enough to be mysterious, but personable enough to give the illusion of approachability. 

Dave asks you things. Your opinions on foreign affairs. Your approach to cybersecurity. Your desired career path in Intelligence. Your… your weekend plans? Captivated by the older man’s attentions, you tell him everything. Sometimes you want to slap yourself for not being able to shut the fuck up whenever you step foot in his office, but Dave listens so intently–or, at least, gives the impression of listening intently–that it’s hard to stop. You tell him your career aspirations, your future dreams, your opinion on blockchain, the fact that you had a disastrous blind date last weekend, everything. 

“Disastrous how?” Dave chuckles. 

You laugh. “Where do I begin? First, he shows up twenty minutes late, then he won’t stop talking about his ex and his investment portfolio…”

Dave makes an exaggerated gasp, making you giggle harder. “He–that’s not all–he insisted on ordering for the both of us, which would have been fine, except he ordered filet mignon for himself and a house salad for me.”

“Where the hell do you find people like this?” Dave asks with a grimace.

You shrug. “Tinder.”

Dave shudders. “Doesn’t sound worth it.”

“There’s really no other way to meet people my age,” you mumble. 

Dave’s head snaps up. “People your age?” he parrots.

“Yeah, I dunno. I mean, I wish I could skip to the part where everyone knows what they’re doing, but that’s just not how it works, right?” God, how you wish you could find someone who could show you everything you’ve been missing, everything you’ve wanted but was never really sure how to ask for–at least, not with the right person. There have been plenty of wrong people, and it never seemed like the right time with any of them. Of course, now, at twenty-three, you’re considered a late bloomer–and that narrows the field of potential first partners even further. No one seems to want to deal with someone as inexperienced as you. 

You shudder to think what that dipshit from last weekend would have said if you would have confessed just how inexperienced you really are…

“If you want someone who knows what they’re doing, it sounds like you’re looking in the wrong place,” Dave murmurs, and is it just your imagination, or has his voice gotten deeper, more husky?

You swallow. “Probably, Sir,” you mutter noncommittally. “I, uh–I have to go. I’m supposed to be taking meeting notes down on three.”

“Stay safe out there,” Dave says quietly. 

You can’t help but turn back as you reach the exit, giving Dave a small, shy smile as you leave. His dark eyes are piercing into yours, and you feel the burn of his gaze long after you’ve left the room. 

– – – – – – – – – 

You start staying in Dave’s office longer and longer after you deliver your reports. You always sit in one of the chairs opposite his desk–the left one, usually–and talk with wide-eyed enthusiasm for a half-hour or more, sometimes. You start talking about everything. Your family. His. You learn that he’s divorced and has two girls. You learn that he plays the piano, and that he almost always reads non-fiction, rather than novels. 

“Any more dates from hell?” Dave asks one afternoon with a wry grin.

You laugh. “The last guy put me off of Tinder for a while.”

“Good.” 

Your eyes snap up to meet Dave’s questioningly. 

“You can do better, you know that, right?” 

You shrug sheepishly. “Not like I haven’t been trying,” you grumble. “They all seem sweet online, and then they turn out to be jackasses.”

“Maybe it’s the online thing that’s the problem,” Dave suggests.

“Old man,” you tease. “That’s how people meet nowadays.”

“Is it,” Dave murmurs. 

“Mmhmm. Well–I’m gonna go, I’m supposed to be handing in some statistical analysis of supply chain cybersecurity risks by the end of the day,”  you say, popping out of your chair and heading for the exit. 

Your hand is on the doorknob when Dave speaks again. 

“I would treat you as you deserve,” he rasps under his breath. 

You freeze on the spot. Did he really just…? Slowly, you turn your head to look back at the desk. Dave’s gaze is downright predatory, with hooded eyes and a little half smile that seems as if it’s challenging you to act.

“S-Sir?”

“Think about it.”

– – – –

You do. 

You do little else but think of Dave’s words for days. I would treat you as you deserve. Think about it. You speculate wildly about what it would look like–whatever Dave thinks you deserve. You have little to go on–so little experience, that you can only call up steamy romances and movie scenes for examples. What would Dave York be like as a lover? Would he be rough? Gentle? Intense? The prospect of this man being your first… well, it’s daunting. Intimidating. 

But if the idea scares you so much, why have you been soaking through every pair of underwear since Dave said those words to you? 

Why does your heart skip a beat every time you deliver coffee to his meetings, his dark eyes burning into you as you pass paper cups around the conference table? 

Why do you touch yourself to the thought of him, late at night, your fingers a poor substitute for Dave's deft hands?

Dave, for all of his intense staring, doesn't bring the subject up again. You would think his silence on the matter is a mark of chivalry–you didn’t accept his advances, and now he’s backing down–but for the way the man looks at you like a treat to be devoured. It isn’t the look of someone who’s been turned down.

It’s the look of someone who’s waiting. 

You know–and Dave seems to know, too–that it’s a matter of time before you approach him again. He’s achingly polite every time you deliver anything to his office, asking about your day and listening intently to the answer, although the subject of your failed Tinder dates doesn’t come up again. If it had, there wouldn’t have been anything new to report–you’ve stopped responding to any messages, unable to entertain the idea of anyone else when the person you want the most is right in front of you.

Dave has ruined you for any other man, and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

– – – – – 

In the end, it takes two weeks. It would have only taken one, but you spend the second week gathering up the courage to say something to the man. Your mind is made up, but you drag your feet until Friday, when the tension inside your body is so great that you can finally stand it no longer.

You knock on Dave’s door that afternoon with empty hands. No reports. No coffee.

Dave, when he looks up to see you standing awkwardly in his doorway, seems to know exactly the reason you’re there. His eyes dance with equal parts amusement and desire when he says, “Shut the door.”

You do as he asks and take a few steps forward, not moving all the way inside and sitting down in one of the chairs opposite Dave’s desk as you usually do.

“Don’t lurk in the doorway, pretty girl. Come sit down.”

You give Dave a shaky smile and sink down into ‘your’ chair, nervously smoothing your skirt with your hands as you do. “You–you know why I’m here,” you say timidly.

“I do.” Dave nods, leaning back in his chair. “I need you to say it out loud, though.”

“I–I want–” you trail off. What is it that you want? You can’t think properly, the only thing you want is him, you want this man and all of his dark, intimidating energy and you want his attention and most of all, you want to know what he meant when he said he’d treat you as you deserve.

“What do you want,” Dave prompts when you don’t finish the sentence.

“You,” you whisper. “I just–you. That’s what I want.” 

Dave’s smile is wolfish. “I’m going to need you to be more specific.”

“I want you to show me exactly what you meant,” you say, tilting your chin up and growing bolder. “You told me to think about it, and I have.”

“You’ve thought about it?” Dave repeats, his smile widening.

“I’ve done nothing but think about it,” you admit quietly. 

“Did you touch yourself?”

“Did I–Dave!” you protest, aghast.

“Did you?”

Your heartbeat pulses in your ears, and you’re barely able to hear your own answer over the rush of blood to your face. 

“Yes.”

“Good,” Dave murmurs. “Good. I want you to come over tonight,” he says. “Give me your number. I’ll text you the address.”

You dictate it to him with your heart in your throat while Dave taps the numbers into his phone. A few moments later, your own device buzzes with a text. 

“There,” Dave says. “Seven o’clock. Don’t be late.”

– – – – – 

Your head is buzzing with anticipation for the rest of the day, and the feeling grows when you arrive back at your little studio apartment to get ready for tonight. You shower again, taking extra care to shave, and you pull on the sexiest lingerie that you own–a black lace thong and matching bra. You spend too much time dithering over what to wear–should you be casual? Sexy? Flirty? The address Dave had given you is in a neighborhood; it’s clearly his home. Should you still dress as if it’s a date? After some deliberation, you choose your favorite ‘date’ outfit–a maroon dress with off-the-shoulder sleeves and an enticingly short skirt. 

You can’t help but notice the difference in the way the two of you live, when your Uber pulls into Dave’s neighborhood. You live in the cheapest housing you could find–a drab, postage stamp of an apartment with peeling wallpaper and faulty electricity. Dave lives in a pretty white house with a generous yard and a garage. You try not to think about the fact that the man must be fifteen years older than you, or more. What does he want with you?

When you knock on his door and Dave’s eyes widen and darken at your outfit, you know you’ve made the right decision to dress up a little. He ushers you in with a warm hand at the small of your back–the first time he’s ever touched you, and your breath catches at the simple intimacy of the gesture. 

When you enter the house, you’re hit with the pleasant aroma of food, and you shoot Dave a questioning glance.

“Did you… make dinner?”

Dave chuckles. “Did you think I invited you here just to fuck you?”

“...Yes?”

Dave tsks. “I believe I said I’d treat you as you deserve,” he says simply, leading you into the kitchen. He hands you one of two already-poured glasses of white wine, letting his fingers brush yours as you accept it. 

Dinner is chicken alfredo, which is incredible, but your stomach is already full of butterflies, and you don’t eat as much as you usually would. The two of you chat easily, as you always do, although things on your end are a little quiet. It’s not that you’re nervous, it’s that–okay, yes, you are nervous. Not because you don’t want to lose your virginity tonight to Dave York, but because you just don’t know what to expect. Will it hurt? Will he hold you after? Will you cum? Will he care if you do? Would he want to touch you first, would he, would he, would he—? With so many questions swirling around in your head, is it any surprise you can’t get a word in edgewise?

Eventually, Dave clears the plates and stacks them gently in the sink. Not sure whether to follow him or not, you take the awkward middle ground, rising from your seat and taking a few steps forward, standing in the middle of the kitchen feeling silly. 

You needn’t have felt awkward in the slightest; Dave walks toward you with dark, hooded eyes and a predatory smirk. When he reaches you, he runs one finger tip across your bare shoulder. “You dressed up for me,” he remarks. 

Breathlessly, you nod. 

“Sweet thing,” Dave murmurs. His hand moves up to gently cup your cheek as he steps in closer until you can feel his body heat. Your eyes flutter shut reflexively as his lips draw near, his breath ghosting across your face as he descends.

It isn’t your first kiss, by any means, but it’s the first that makes you forget how to breathe. Dave's lips are gentle, but insistent, his mouth moving sensually against yours until your lips part of their own accord and Dave's tongue flicks out to taste you. 

Dave is apparently spurred on by the full-body shudder it causes, and his arms are suddenly around you, crushing you to him, as he delves into your mouth and takes what he wants. You give it all willingly, although your heart is hammering at the prospect of more to come.

Your hands clutch at Dave's shirt uselessly as he deepens the kiss. You're vaguely aware of the little whimpers you're making into his mouth, the gasps and sighs as he subtly changes the tilt of his head or teases your tongue with a playful lick of his own. 

Finally, when you're about to drown in your arousal, Dave breaks away and takes your hands in his, pulling you out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. 

Dave kisses you again beside the massive bed, and this time, his hand slides up your bare thigh underneath your dress, causing you to shiver again. 

Dave chuckles. "Poor thing, you feel like you're about to fall over," he teases. He guides you down onto the bed, and your heartbeat reaches a crescendo.

Dave is on top of you, a low growl in his throat as he presses his length against your thigh. His hand slips underneath the material of your thong and he groans at the wetness he finds there, but the feeling of his hand on your labia is foreign and unfamiliar and suddenly your body stiffens, your eyes going wide with trepidation.

Dave pauses, his hand still inside your underwear. His eyebrows draw together, his lips pursing with confusion as he pulls back to look at you. 

“Why do you look so scared?” he asks, concerned.

Your mouth opens, but you can’t find the right words. You search Dave’s face, trying to think of something to say, but all you can think about is his finger resting on your parted folds, the first time anyone has ever touched you there, and you feel like you’re about to spontaneously combust.

“Tell me,” Dave insists.

“I… fuck, I’ve never done this before,” you mumble. 

Dave looks as if a bucket of ice water has been poured over his head. “Done what?”

“Any of it. I–I’ve never–”

Dave’s hand slips out of your underwear, his eyebrows knitting together as he takes in what you’re saying. “Nothing?” 

You press your lips together and shake your head. Oh God, this is it–the moment Dave realizes this isn’t what he thought it was, and you’re a girl playing pretend.

“Oh, honey,” Dave breathes. “Why didn’t you say anything before now?”

“I didn’t want to ruin it,” you say quietly. “I know I’m too old to be–you know–and I just wanted to get it over with, and–”

“Shh,” Dave commands. “It wouldn’t have ruined anything. I just would have done some things differently.”

“Like what?” you ask timidly. 

“Moved slower, for one,” Dave answers. “Savored you.”

“Oh,” you say dumbly. 

“And I will,” Dave promises darkly. “Savor you. Enjoy you thoroughly. I need you to tell me one thing, though.”

“Anything,” you agree.

“Do you really want this? Think about it. There’s no going back.”

You nod rapidly up and down. “I want it.”

Dave surges forward and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. “It will always be me,” he growls against your mouth. “I will ruin you for anyone else.”

You barely have the presence of mind to utter one final word.

“Please.”

Just as he’d said, Dave moves slower now. He divests you of your dress and bra, letting his fingers dance across your cleavage, circling closer and closer to your nipples until you’re squirming slightly on the bed, your breath coming out in little pants. When the tip of his finger just lightly touches one, you arch off the bed as if an electric shock had just coursed through you. You’ve never been this keyed up in your life.

Dave chuckles at your response, and you duck your head in embarrassment at first, but he grips your chin and tilts your head back up to meet his dark gaze.

"Don't do that," he chastises. "I want to see every little thing that I do to you."

His mouth engulfs one nipple and you sob out loud into the room. Oh God, it's hot and wet and you can somehow feel the way his tongue is licking at you all the way down into your pussy. 

"That's it," Dave encourages. "Fuck, you’re so responsive.”

You feel like your brain is melting. Dave is a real and heavy and delicious weight on top of you, his hands pulling pleasure from you that you’ve never felt in your life, and he’s barely even touched you yet. He lavishes attention on your nipples until you’re shaking, licking and sucking to find out what you like–and he discovers quickly that you like it when he flicks his tongue back and forth against the little bud by the way it makes your head tip back as you gasp loudly. 

“Take it,” Dave whispers. “That’s a good girl.” 

Eventually, he kisses a path down the sensitive, soft skin of your belly, making you squirm and giggle slightly. Dave chuckles darkly.

“Ticklish?”

You nod breathlessly. Dave nips softly at the little swell of your belly before moving down to the lacy fabric of your underwear and running his nose up and down the material. 

“Oh,” you exclaim. “Y-You don’t have to do that, that’s–”

“I really fucking want to,” Dave says. “I want to taste this sweet pussy and I want to feel it shake around my tongue when it cums for me.” He inhales deeply with half-lidded eyes, making a low noise in his throat at the smell of you. When he finally hooks his fingers underneath your waistband and starts to pull your panties down your legs, you think you might combust. 

"Has anyone ever done this before?" Dave asks.

"No."

Dave's lips curl into a wicked smile. "Beautiful girl," he rasps. "I'm going to fucking ruin you."

The first little kitten lick to your clit nearly makes you cum right then. You clench violently, and Dave chuckles, the low vibrations sending little shockwaves through your cunt. 

"Ohh, I'm going to enjoy this," Dave murmurs before he starts lapping at your pussy again. You're impossibly wet, so worked up that you can already feel the telltale heat crawling its way up your spine. 

You babble at the ceiling– "Dave–Dave, fuck, I can't–oh my God, this is–Dave!" The last cry of his name ends in a squeak as you shatter for him, clenching around his tongue and feeling, rather than hearing, his resulting groan.

When you come back to awareness, Dave is hovering over you, his dark eyes flitting over your face, watching you come down. 

“Taste yourself,” Dave rasps, his lips–shiny with your slick–too close to yours. “How fucking sweet you are.”

You nod, and Dave lowers his mouth to yours, his entire body pressing against you again–and you feel the hot, hard length of him against your thigh. His hand grasps your hip, his fingertips digging into your flesh, and you moan at the feeling, and at the unfamiliar taste of you on Dave’s tongue. 

Despite the orgasm, you still ache between your thighs, an emptiness that cannot be soothed by just Dave’s tongue. 

“Dave, I need–” 

“Shh, I know,” Dave murmurs. “I know.” His hand moves to the button of his pants, undoing it with one hand and shoving his pants down around his thighs before kicking them the rest of the way off. You stare at the way his erection strains against the tight material of his boxer briefs. When you hesitantly reach out and touch it, Dave hisses but doesn’t move, letting you explore at your own pace. It feels… big.

“Dave,” you begin, shaking your head slowly, “it’s not gonna fit. It’ll–”

Dave chuckles low in his throat. “I promise, it will.” “But what if it—hurts?” you squeak, growing timid again.  

Dave lowers himself again until the two of you are flush together. “Look at me,” he directs. “Look at my face. Would I ever hurt you?”

You search his face, but all you can find is blunt honesty. “No,” you whisper. 

“No,” Dave agrees. “No, and by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be fucking gagging for it, pretty girl.”

He sucks his index finger into his mouth, coating it in his saliva, before slowly sliding it into your soaking cunt. 

“You’re gonna cum again like this,” Dave states frankly, “with my fingers and with my mouth, and I’m gonna make you so fucking wet that it’ll slide right in.”

He thrusts gently with one finger, watching your face, those dark, burning eyes sweeping over your expression and assessing your reaction. When you start chasing his finger, making little mewling sounds when it’s just not enough, Dave crawls back down your body and lathes his tongue over your clit for the second time that night as he adds a second finger. 

Just when you’re about to reach your peak again, Dave pulls back, reducing the friction and causing the feeling to retreat. You shoot him a questioning glance, but he simply smirks back, gradually giving you more until you feel it building back up, and then eases off. He repeats this little ebb and flow of pleasure, this little game of give and take, over and over and over until you’re panting and squirming and desperate to cum. 

“Dave–” you whine when the pleasure recedes again.

“One more time,” Dave promises. “You’re doing so well, sweet thing, being such a good girl for me.”

It’s as if Dave has the ultimate control over your pleasure–knowing how to make it rise and fall at his pleasing, and he does, fucking up against a spot you’ve never reached yourself while his tongue swirls around your clit until everything starts to tighten again, when he stops. 

“Dave!” 

“I said one more, didn’t I?” Dave protests. “Trust me, I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard after working you up like this.”

He presses a gentle, feather-light kiss to the tip of your clit, his eyes dancing with amusement at your desperation. 

“Poor thing,” he goads, and his fingers start to rub insistently against you again. He sucks your clit into his mouth, gently flicking it with his tongue, and the spot inside you–you suddenly realize you feel like you’re about to–

“Dave–DaveDaveDave–shit, hang on, it–I’m gonna–”

He doesn’t withdraw in time, and something bursts inside you and splashes out around Dave’s fingers as you come apart again. You’ve never felt anything like this–it feels so fucking good but fuck, your face heats in embarrassment as you realize just how wet the sheets–and how wet Dave–is.

“Oh–oh no…” you mumble, but Dave is eagerly licking you clean with a deep groan, licking up into your cunt to chase the last droplets of the surprising deluge. 

“Dave, I–” you start to apologize, but Dave is on you again, kissing you passionately before you can utter another syllable. 

“My good fucking girl, so fucking sweet for me,” Dave murmurs against your lips. “Squirting all over me on her first time.”

“Please,” you beg him. “Please, I want more–”

Dave rolls off of you to rifle around in a drawer. He pulls out a condom and a small packet of something else, and you watch as he removes his underwear, heavy cock bobbing free between his legs, before rolling the condom on and opening the packet, drizzling the viscous fluid into his hand before coating his cock. He slides the same hand between your legs, coating you with the thick, slippery liquid. 

“It’ll be easier with lube,” Dave says by way of explanation. You expect him to crawl between your legs with you on your back, but instead he lies down beside you, urging you onto your side and pulling you flush against him so the two of you are spooning, instead.

“Just lay like this,” Dave murmurs into your ear, sending goosebumps to the surface of your skin. He grabs your top thigh and pulls your legs open, so that your top leg is splayed over Dave’s. His lips are still at your ear when you feel the thick tip of his cock sliding back and forth against your pussy, and your breath quickens even as your hips instinctively push back against him. 

“Shh, relax,” Dave soothes, and slowly starts to push in. 

“Oh–” you breathe, feeling him breaking you open for the first time. True to his word, it doesn’t hurt. It’s overwhelming, and somehow incredibly emotional, even though you’ve never really attributed any significance or meaning to your virginity, viewing it more as an inconvenience over the past couple of years. Still, the reality of Dave pressing inside of you feels profound in some way, and you think back to what he’d said earlier. 

“I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

He might be right. At this moment, you aren’t sure if you’ll ever want anyone else. 

Dave pushes in inch by inch, taking it slow, paying attention to every little hitch in your breathing, until the two of you are completely joined. 

“Feel that?” Dave grits out, his voice sounding unusually strained. “Feel me?” 

You nod, breathless. 

“Tell me.”

“It feels–fuck, I feel so full.”

Dave’s hips flex experimentally, and you whimper pitifully. 

“Again,” you exhale. 

Dave obeys, giving you his cock with slow, deep thrusts, one arm banded around you, holding you flush against him and the other still gripping your inner thigh. You can feel every inch of him, heavy and thick inside of you. You never would have imagined that sex with Dave would be this sensual, this intimate. His breath is hot against the shell of your ear, his breaths getting heavier with effort and pleasure. His lips nip at your earlobe, then brush messily up and down the side of your neck. He finds a little spot just behind your ear that makes you shiver every time he passes it, and he sucks a mark into your skin there, making you moan pitifully. 

“That’s my girl,” Dave rasps against your skin. “My precious girl. I wanted this from the beginning, you know? That morning with the coffees, I pictured laying you down on that conference table and eating that pretty cunt until you begged me to stop.”

The dark timbre of his voice, the filthy words, and the drag of his cock along your walls all combine to make you a puddle in Dave’s arms. 

“Little did I know that I’d be the first to taste you,” Dave continues, his thrusts increasing in intensity as he speaks. “The first to make you come undone with my fingers, the first to feel how fucking tight and hot you are.”  

His hand slides up your inner thigh until his fingers strum at your clit. “I’m gonna make you cum around my cock and once I feel it squeezing me, I will never let you go, you understand? I’m going to make you mine, sweet girl. I’ll give you everything; ruin you for everyone else so you’ll never want anyone else. Say you’ll let me give you everything,” Dave commands, his voice deepening to a low growl.

“Y-Yes,” you breathe, stunned at the shift in tone. 

“Yes, what,” Dave leads.

“Yes, you can give me everything.”

“Good girl,” Dave coos. “I’ll treat you how you deserve. You won’t have to worry about anything; you’ll be my special girl. Won’t you?”

Dave’s possessive words are slightly unsettling, but the coil is tightening inside of you thanks to Dave’s deep thrusts and his fingers circling your clit, and you can’t find it in you to disagree as you start to reach the point of no return, the little moment of vertigo before the plunge. 

“Yes,” you gasp.

And you fall. 

– – – – – 

The first thing that comes to your awareness is something warm and damp between your legs. Your eyes blink open sluggishly and you turn your head to see Dave kneeling between your legs, wiping you gently clean with a washcloth. 

His cock is softening, resting inoffensively between his legs, no longer flushed and angry, and you tilt your head to the side thoughtfully as you watch him. 

Dave notices you looking, and he smiles.

"Did I hurt you?"

You smile and shake your head. "No."

"Good." Dave discards the cloth and joins you on the bed, folding you into his chest. 

"Is it always like this?" you ask softly. 

"It is with me," Dave answers frankly.

"Did–did you mean… all of the stuff you said? I mean–at the end?"

"Of course," Dave says. "You are my special girl, aren't you?"

"I–" you swallow. "Yes?”

"I'll give you everything," Dave promises. "You won't be an intern anymore, I'll see to that. I want you as an analyst on my team, working for me directly."

"Won't–won't people object to that?" you ask, aghast. 

"They wouldn't dare," Dave rumbles. "They don't go against me. And they won't go against you, either. You'll be mine, and that means you're off-limits. Wouldn’t you like that?”

You nod slowly in agreement. Would it be so wrong to let this man help you along in your career? Especially a man who’s so very attentive to you, who says that he’ll give you everything, who says sex with him is always this incredible. Wouldn’t it be akin to madness to say no to this?

“Perfect,” Dave says. “You’ll start on Monday. You won’t go down to that basement cave any more, you’ll work in my office. With me.”

“Oh,” you say, hardly able to believe what’s happening. “I–wow, Dave that’s really sudden–”

“Mmm,” Dave hums, nuzzling into your neck. “All the best for my special girl, hmm?”

You laugh disbelievingly. “Okay,” you giggle. “Yeah”

Dave chuckles too, deep in his throat. 

You glance at the old-fashioned alarm clock sitting on Dave’s bedside table. It’s nearly ten. You start to second guess yourself–would you be intruding if you stayed the tnight? Do people usually stay over after the first time, or do they leave? Why didn’t sitcoms prepare you for this moment? 

“Should–should I go home?” you ask, unsure of whether Dave wants you to stay.

“You think I’d kick you out after this?” Dave teases, his fingertips digging into your ribs to make you squeal ticklishly. “Silly girl. You’re staying right here.”

You nod. “Good,” you mumble. “‘Cause I’m feeling a little tired.”

“Go to sleep,” Dave says softly, kissing that little spot behind your ear that makes you shiver. 

Your eyelids are impossibly heavy, and you think you must fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

Just before you do, you think you hear Dave say one more thing. 

“My special girl, you are home.”

It was probably just your imagination.

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[guelyury]

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[onmysluttyknees]

Stockholm's Syndrome

Chapter 4

Pairing: Dave York x female reader.

Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.

⚠️⚠️⚠️Warning! This is a fic about Dave York. Dave York comes with his own warning so do not say I didn't warn you. ⚠️⚠️⚠️

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Dave had texted you the night of your birthday party, as he said he would. And over the last few days, you had texted each other every now and then. Mostly him asking what you were doing, though you were sure he somehow knew exactly what you were up to, almost at all hours of the day. Or you asked how his day was going and or if he wanted to stop by later that night. Most nights, he would stop by, either for a quick fuck but sometimes he would fuck you slowly and for hours. Learning what made you moan and what made you scream out his name louder than you had before. And he loved to make you scream; it seemed to only spur him on and fuck you harder and faster, or slower and deeper. Not that you were complaining. He always left you satiated and tired. But he did always leave. He never stayed the night. And you were too chicken shit to ask him to. Because hearing him say no would probably hurt more than him leaving after he had fucked you senseless.

Yet again, it had been a few days since you had seen Dave; he had said he would be going away for a few days, but that didn't stop you from missing him. You missed him more than you should have. You had tried not to fall for him; you really had. But it had been futile to resist. He consumed your every waking hour. You found yourself daydreaming about him on numerous occasions.

Even as you were walking down the aisles of the grocery store, you thought about what it would be like to be walking next to him, picking out items to put in the basket for you to go home together and cook a meal before devouring each other afterwards. Against your better judgment, you pulled out your phone and sent him a quick text. It couldn’t hurt now, could it?

When will you be back?

A low buzzing sound sounded out from an aisle or two behind you. And for a split second, you hoped he was there at the store, but you shook your head as if to clear that silly thought out of your mind. He wasn't here; why would he be here? Your phone pinged, and you scrambled to open the text message, hoping it was from Dave.

Sooner than you think. Be patient.

A big smile spread across your lips as you read the text over and over. Your only thought was, how soon was soon? But you refrained from sending another text asking just that question and put the phone back in your purse as you walked into the next aisle.

Stopping in front of the shampoo section, you couldn't reach the higher shelf where your favorite shampoo was. It never failed to surprise you why they insisted on putting it so goddamn high up! It wasn’t like you were abnormally short. You were 5 feet, 3 inches. That wasn’t short. But they insisted on stocking some of your most parched items on the highest shelves. And it never ceased to annoy the living hell out of you. You were just about to give up or maybe even climb the shelf when you felt a presence behind you, but you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You already knew exactly who was standing behind you. He moved closer until he was flushed up against your back, his cologne wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you leaned back onto him as his hands snaked their way around your waist. His hard cock pressed against your ass. And a smile spread across your lips just at the thought of him getting hard at the sight of your back. Sure, the short sundress you had on probably helped—probably not a dress to be going shopping in at this time of the day—but it had been another excruciatingly hot day, and even wearing only this, sweat still coated your skin. The only slight reprieve from the heat was being in the AC-controlled store.

“Did you miss me?” He asked, his voice low, and his breath fanned over my neck and left side of my face as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss just below my ear. He groaned in your ear and pushed himself harder into you. Letting you feel his hard cock pressing into you. A soft moan slipped from your lips.

“Yes,” you said, already breathless and your breathing becoming labored. Just having him close to you again, you sighed a breath of relief. ”What are you doing here?” You asked and turned your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder.

“I had to see you. I just got back into town. Now be a good girl and don’t move.” One of his hands slid from your waist down to your thigh. The store wasn’t that crowded, but there were still some people walking up and down the aisles. You wondered if you should tell him to stop. But the idea of getting caught—the idea of him taking you right then and there—was too thrilling to refuse. Not that you were sure you even had it in you to refuse him. If this was what he wanted, then this was what he would get.

 You spread your legs slightly as his hand moved up your thigh, closer to your aching core. Where you needed his touch the most. His finger grazed over your clothed pussy, and he pressed down on your clit, causing a moan to escape your lips.

“We don’t want to attract any attention and get kicked out before I’ve made you cum, now do we?” He asked, his lips closed to your ear, and his teeth grazed gently along your ear. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin at the sound of his voice and the way his fingers kept sliding up and down your pussy. You could feel the wetness growing on your panties as your slick began to trickle out of you. He had you turned on and wet beyond normal within mere seconds.

“No. I’ll be good. I promise.” You vowed. Sliding your panties to the side, he let one finger slide in between your wet lips.

“Already so wet. Fuck, this turns you on, doesn’t it? You want me to fuck you here in this store right now, don’t you? His voice was low and almost threatening, but it was like music to your ears. That was exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You needed to feel him inside of you now. You didn't want to wait until you got back to your apartment, or fuck even out to his car if he had it parked out back. You needed him to take you here now, with the risk of getting caught only spurring you on.

“Yes, please, Dave, fuck me here, now,” you pleaded with him. Begged him to give you what you so desperately needed.

“You’re so goddamn filthy and depraved, and I fucking love it. Bend over and show me that sweet ass of yours, and I'll bury my cock in your deliciously tight pussy.” Without any protest, you did as he asked, bending over slightly and pushing your ass out and into his now rock-hard cock that was pressing against his lacks.

As one hand kept sliding up and down your slit and every now and then pressed against your throbbing clit, his other hand left your waist and you heard the telltale sound of a zipper being unzipped before he lined himself up with your hole and pushed all the way inside in one slow thrust.

You gripped the shelf in front of you for support as he began to move in and out while his fingers still pressed and circled your clit. The tightness within began to build fast. And you knew he would have you cum within mere moments.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice strained from thrusting into you hard and slow and from him holding back. “Tell me who makes you feel this good.”

“You, oh fuck. You Dave, only you,” and that was the truth. Ever since your first encounter, you hadn’t even looked at another man and found them attractive. All you ever thought about was Dave. How he knew just how to make you melt into putty in his hands. How he managed to make you do things you had secretly always wanted to do but had always been too afraid to ask for with any previous partner. He just knew what you wanted and needed without you having to ask.

“Fuck, your sweet pussy is squeezing me so damn tight. I’m going to need you to cum. I won’t last long.” His hot breath on your neck as he kept thrusting into you in slow and hard thrusts was like throwing gasoline on an already smoldering fire. “Cum for me, baby.”

That last sentence—him calling you baby and him pressing down while circling your clit is what finally sent you. The rush of sensation hit you hard and fast as you came. You bit down on your lower lip to keep from screaming out his name. Though you were sure he would have loved that. You, however, would have never been able to show your face at this store again, and it was the one closest to your apartment.

“Fuuuck!” He gasped and pushed as deep into you as he could, and then he came too. Pouring himself into you. His cock twitched a few times before he stilled, and he leaned his head against your shoulder as he breathed slowly. “You will be the death of me.”

He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants after he had repositioned your panties back into place. You turned around to finally look at him.

“Me? You are the one who snuck up on me while I was just minding my business, shopping,” you said, smiling sweetly at him. “How is it that you knew exactly where I was, by the way?"

“I may have put in a tracker on your phone,” he confessed. He looked you up and down before meeting your eyes. You didn’t care that he had done that; to be honest, the moment you realized he was behind you, that had been your first thought—that he may have actually been spying on you and keeping track of you. And you found it cute in a sick and twisted way. But then again, nothing about whatever this was that you had with Dave was normal by any measure.

“Hmm… I thought you might have.”

“You’re not pissed?” He asked and looked at you, almost shocked. Like he had expected you to lose your marbles when you found out.

“Nope, and just so you know, I found the cameras in my apartment too, and no, I’m not mad about them either. I find it kind of endearing that you went through all that trouble just so that you could keep an eye on me.” You wanted him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you did not care or were mad at him about it all. No matter how messed up it all was or how you two had stumbled upon each other, you were glad you had.

“Wow, you’re almost as fucked up as me, aren’t you?"

“Almost,” you agreed.

He grabbed your hand and started to pull out towards the exit.

“But my groceries!” You called out.

“Fuck the groceries. You can come back tomorrow and finish your shopping. I’m taking you out to dinner, then we’re going back to your place, where I tend to have my desert in  private."He smirked at you as he looked behind him to see your reaction. A big smile grew on your lips as he continued to pull you by your hand out of the store and over to where his car was parked.

When he reached his car, he walked with you over to the passenger side and opened the door for you.

“Such a gentle man,” you mocked, but not in a mean way. In a playful way. Because the first time he put you in his car, you had been unconscious. And you were almost sure he had put you in the trunk that night.

"Oh, I most definitely am not, most of the time. But for you, I am willing to make an exception,” he replied with that half smirk upon his lips that sent a shiver down your spine and had your body humming again. Desperate and wanting for more and anything this man would give you. And now he wanted to take you out for dinner. But after that, you were sure he was going to give you the best night of your life.

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[absurdthirst]

Christmas Affair {Dave York x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.4k

Warnings: Infidelity, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, rough sex, breath play, one use of 'daddy', plot twist!, murder, road head, spanking, slight choking

Comments: Meeting a stranger in a hotel in London leads to a fantastic night right before Christmas Eve. Surprising you when he shows up at your husband's house in Glasgow to kill the man you are married to.

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Swirling your drink around in your hand, your eyes flicker up and down the bar. At least the decorations aren’t garish, white lights strung in garland accentuate the red bows and wreaths hanging over the expensive liquor of the posh hotel bar. The muted holiday music isn’t blurred like it is in every shopping center around the country, classic songs being played through the hidden speakers rather than the rock that the other establishments preferred. It’s all very tasteful and you appreciate this as a way of getting you in the holiday spirit as you travel. 

The man to your right interests you, his own drink at his elbow nearly untouched for the past half hour as he seemingly watches people through the mirror behind the barkeep. “Traveling for business or pleasure?” You ask, smirking slightly at the question that is slightly overdone when men want to hit on you but you’ve admired his sharp profile long enough. 

“Business. You?” Dave asks, turning to look at you. He’s been watching you through the mirror and he smiles at you. You’re a beautiful woman and he’s noticed you. 

“Pleasure.” You coo with a smirk, making him chuckle and pick up the drink he’s been nursing for a sip. “It’s beautiful here in London during Christmas. Warm fires in the pubs, the shopping is unrivaled.” You wink, making him grin. 

“Are you waiting on your husband?” Dave asks, noticing the ring.

You wrinkle your nose slightly and shake your head, lifting your glass to your lips for another sip of the burning cocktail. “Nope.” You give a small shrug and glance down at his hand to find that he has a solid gold band on his hand. “He’s away on business. So I’ve decided to travel a bit myself. Have some fun.” You emphasize the last word, looking up at his face under heavy lidded eyes. “Do you like fun?” 

Dave smirks, lifting his glass to take a drink, “I like fun. Depends on what kind of fun you mean, sweetheart. My wife isn’t here. Your husband isn’t here. It’s Christmas. I don’t want you to be lonely, especially bored and lonely.” His chuckle makes your pussy clench and he winks at you. 

“What about horny and lonely?” You counter with a wink as you lean in towards him. You aren’t the cheating type, but he might be worth it. Your eyes flicker down to his lips. “What’s your name?” You demand and he smirks. 

“Dave.” 

“Dave, when was the last time you got your cock sucked?” You ask breathlessly.

He fucking loves your moxie, the way you shamelessly ask him that question despite people drinking in the bar around you, Christmas music playing in the background. “Three weeks ago.” He answers with a little tinge on his cheeks. “My, uh, my wife doesn’t like to swallow.” He admits, “tell me sweetheart…do you spit or swallow?”

Scoffing at the insulting question, you lean in and lick your lips. “Swallow.” You purr. “Every drop. Never let a good thing go to waste.” You lean back and drain the rest of your drink, making sure to tip it back so that all of it slides into your mouth. “Want to come up to mine?” You ask as you set it back down. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been face fucked.”

Dave bites his lip, hesitating for a moment but he pushes aside any guilt he may have when he nods. He downs the rest of his whiskey and pushes away from the bar. He throws down some cash - enough for both your drinks and his - and smirks at you, “lead the way, sweetheart.” He gestures, wanting to watch your ass as you take him to your room.

There’s just enough alcohol in your system for this to be thrilling. You can feel Dave’s eyes on your ass and you make sure to sway your hips. Glancing over your shoulder as you walk to make sure he’s following you, you lead him down the hall, your room is on the first floor. When you reach right number, you pull out your keycard and let the door swing open.

Dave is a patient man, he likes a chase, and even if you are offering him yourself on a plate, he wants to savor this moment. He closes the door behind him and you go to push him against the door but he isn’t having it. “Slow down, sweetheart. Let’s sit.” He gestures to the sitting room in your suite, much fancier than his own. “Tell me about your husband.” His request is odd but he wants to know about the man whose wife he is about to fuck.

Frowning, you wonder why he wants to know about your husband. You want to fuck Dave, not have a therapy session. “Bill?” You give a small shrug and sigh when the man in front of you just waits for you to talk. Fuck. You apparently got targeted by a PI your husband hired or some shit. “He’s a government bureaucrat.” You give a small wave of your hand. “I don’t really know, honestly. It’s all very hush hush.”

Dave chuckles, “that’s not a bad thing. What you don’t know doesn’t hurt you. What he doesn’t know wont hurt him.” He shrugs, “I don’t know your husband, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it. I’m here for you.” He promises,shifting closer to you on the sofa.

“Yeah?” You ask, raising a brow and reaching down to squeeze his cock through his pants. You inhale sharply at how thick this man is, your mouth instantly watering as you imagine deep throating him. “You want your cock sucked?”

Dave chuckles, unable to stop himself as you reach for him, and he nods, “if a man ever stops you wanting to suck his cock…he’s probably dead.” He takes your hand and places it on his belt buckle, “take what you want sweetheart.” He orders, already half hard just at the thought of you.

You smirk and unbuckle his belt as you slide down to your knees in front of him. His thighs slide apart for you and biting your lip, you unbutton and unzip his pants. Dave lifts his hips so you can pull down his pants and boxers, leaving his hardening cock starting to rise into the air. “Hello.” You coo, leaning down and kissing the tip.

Dave snorts, “I’m not here for you to fucking tease me, baby.” He warns you, reaching out to caress your head as you look up at him. Your lips are pressed against the tip and he huffs with impatience. “Nobody likes a tease.”

You giggle slightly and look up at him saucily to give him a wink before you take the entire head into your mouth and roll your tongue about the tip. Dave groans and the sound of it makes your cunt clench around nothing. He tastes wonderful, musky and heady, like a favorite savory treat.

He hisses when you take him deeper, making him groan your name again. “Fuck. You like this, don’t you? You don’t get to suck your husband’s cock that often, do you? He is a fucking idiot. If you were mine, my cock would be down your throat every single day. You are such a dirty girl.” He rambles, pressing on the back of your head so you take him deeper.

Gagging, you pull off him with a sputter and smirk at him. “Yeah? You would fuck my throat every day?” You ask before you take him back into your mouth when he pushes your head back towards his cock again. Moaning around him, you feel him twitch in your mouth.

He groans, “fuck yes I would. Make you swallow every damn drop. You’d be my little cockslut.” He smirks and hisses when you swallow around him. “Come on, baby. Every drop. Need you to take every inch and swallow every drop.” He demands, thrusting a little harder into your mouth.

He hits the back of your throat and you almost gag around him but you manage to swallow and not lose the alcohol in your stomach. He’s thick and just long enough that he presses past your tonsils and down into your throat.

“Shit. That’s it baby. Take it. I know you can. You’re a good girl. A dirty good girl.” He teases, caressing your cheek before he slaps it lightly, making you whine around his length. “Yeah. You’re dirty. Hubby doesn’t fuck you the way you want, does he?” He asks a rhetorical question.

You moan again, loving the sting of his hand on your cheek. You’re soaking your panties as you bob on his cock and work him deeper with every pass. You want to take every inch, swallow him down and show him that he made the right choice in coming back to your hotel room.

“Fuck. You are good. So good at that. Love the way you take my cock. Your mouth…” He trails off, slapping your face again and your resounding moan makes him chuckle breathlessly. “Come on baby, make me cum.”

You want to make this good for him. Swallowing down the spit and precum, you brace your hands on his thighs and press down into your nose is pressed into the fabric of his pants and your chin hits his zipper.

“Fuck. Fu-“ Dave’s jaw drops and he hisses your name when he cums, spilling down your throat as his cock twitches while he releases down your throat. His fingers dig into your head and he keeps his cock pushed down your throat as he rides out his orgasm.

You swallow and swallow as he cum. Apparently it’s been a long time since he’s cum or he just produces a lot of cum. Some of it spills down the corners of your mouth and slides down your jaw. “Fuck.” You gasp, pulling back and licking your lips as you try to catch your breath.

He grunts as you work him through it until you are pulling back. He reaches out to scoop up the drops that slipped out of your mouth. “All of it, my little slut.” He says, shoving his fingers into your mouth. “Every fucking drop then I want you to strip down. Let me see what I am going to be making mine tonight.”

Moaning around his fingers, your tongue glides over them and cleans off every drop before you feel him pull his fingers free. Standing up, you start to undress, ready to feel his hands on your body.

Dave leans back against the chair, watching you as you start to strip down. His cock is soft against his thigh but he is watching you with lust as you start to strip off your dress. Dave is intrigued at the mischievous look in your eyes. He can tell you’re a bored housewife, eager to misbehave and he’s only too happy to indulge you. He is eager to pick you apart, see what makes you tick before he  walks out of your door tomorrow.

It’s thrilling, to reveal yourself to him piece by piece. He’s a predator, you can see it in his eyes as he watches you. Used to taking what he wants and making it his own. It soaks your panties even more until you are standing in front of him in just that. “All of it.” He demands, making you shiver at the command in his voice as you hook your thumbs under the band of lace as you start to pull them down your thighs.

Dave bites his lip, smothering his smirk as you push your panties down to your ankles. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, aren’t you?” He murmurs, “if you were mine, I’d never let you out of the house.” He winks and he works on pulling on his tie. You stand there and he doesn’t give you another order until you fidget with impatience. “Stand still. I want you to watch me undress.” He stands up, tossing aside his tie as he works on unbuttoning his shirt.

It’s frustrating when you want to touch him. He’s broad, his shoulders making you drool as he shrugs off his shift and reveals the expanse of skin. Not particularly hairy, his skin is smooth and unblemished save for a few scars that should be interesting to hear about. Biting your lip, you have to wait as he kicks off his shoes.

He takes his time but eventually, he’s standing naked in front of you. His cock is half hard when his dark eyes trail along the length of your body. “Beautiful.” He murmurs, “sexy and all mine for tonight. Your husband is stupid to let you out of his sight. Now, lay down on the bed and spread your legs. I want to see how wet sucking my cock got you.”

Quickly moving over to the bed, you have zero shame as you spread out. Making sure that your legs are wide open to let Dave see your dripping cunt, you bite your lip as you slide your hands up your sides to cup your breasts. “Very wet.” You coo. “It was so good, sucking your cock.”

“Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it.” He shifts closer so he can kneel on the bed, his hand running along your calf and up your thigh until he’s plunging two fingers inside of you. Curling them deep to drag a cry of surprise from your lips, and he grins at the way your eyes roll into the back of your head. “You’re a dirty girl, getting so wet while sucking the cock of a man who isn’t your husband.”

Moaning, your walls tighten around his fingers as they curl up to press deep inside you. “F-fuck.” You gasp, squeezing your tits harshly and rolling your nipples between your fingers for extra stimulation. “L-loved it. Wa-wanted my husband to c-catch me doing it. Show him how much I love it.”

“Yeah? You’d want your husband to see what a little slut his good little wifey is? How much you enjoyed sucking my cock and you’d want him to sit there and watch it? You little whore.” Dave fucking loves that, pushing his fingers inside of you a little faster and he adds a third finger, curling them until you are crying out. “There’s the spot.” He smirks, pushing his fingers into you over and over again.

You are writhing under the pace of his fingers, rolling your hips down wantonly. You don’t care about anything but chasing the fantastic feeling of him thrusting his fingers into you over and over again and building that sweet ache in your core. You’re going to cum, clawing at the bedsheet, you manage a strangled cry before your walls are soaking his fingers, chest heaving as you come apart.

Dave chuckles, “you are fucking desperate, aren’t you? Desperate to cum, desperate to have my fingers, my cock.” He works you through it before he pulls his fingers out of you, “come on baby. Beg for me to fuck you.” He grips your neck with his wet fingers, “tell me how much you need my cock.”

Surprised, your eyes widen and your cunt bottoms out again at the slight pressure that his fingers exert on your windpipe. “I need it.” You rush out, nearly frantic with the way you whine. “Please fuck me, oh God, I want to feel it.” Your thighs widen even more in invitation. “Please Dave, fuck me, fuck me hard, I want to feel it.” 

Your pleading has Dave throbbing for you, his cock aches and he hisses when you whine his name again. With a growl, he releases your neck and grabs your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach. He straddles your thighs, smacking your ass and you cry out, “yes. Yes. Please.” He growls your name and grips his cock, notching himself at your entrance and he pushes inside of you in one deep thrust.

Gasping at how deep he plunges into you, your ass tries to push up. The weight of him keeping you down and his hand lets go of your hip to swat the side of your ass and make you whimper. “Stay still.” He growls, his teeth clenched together and you swear that he’s about to spill before he pulls back and makes you whimper and the loss of his cock stretching out your walls. He takes a moment to gather himself, stop himself from cumming, and he exhales deeply. After a moment, he slams back into you, hissing your name and he clenches his teeth at how tight you are as he sets a harsh pace, pushing into you and slamming his hips against your ass over and over again,

All you can do is take it. Fingers curling up in the bedding and turning your head to cry out into it as he batters his cock into at a pace that steals the very air from your lungs. Every time his hips slap against your ass, you choke out a sound and your walls spasm around him. Rocking you forward before his hands drag you back so he can thrust into you again. Using you just like you wanted when you had opened your mouth to him at the bar. “Fuuuuck.” You manage breathlessly. 

Your cries spur him on, his hips pushing against your ass in an effort to get even deeper inside of you. He chuckles breathlessly at your squeaks, his thrusts fucking the words out of you. He grabs the back of your neck, keeping you pushed down to keep you still, “I’m gonna ruin you for your stupid fucking husband. You’re gonna hate his cock by the time I’m done with you. You’re gonna be longing for my dick.”

Your moan is warbled, pitching up with the rough thrusts and you think that he might have already done that. Ruined you for anyone else. Your cunt starts to flutter, pulsing wildly when he strikes against your g-spot with devastating accuracy and pushes you closer and closer to cumming as he growls above you. 

Dave is relentless, thrusting deep and hard into you, his hips no doubt going to leave bruises from how hard he pushes into your cunt. He’s desperate to make you cum. His hand comes down on your ass, again and again, his other hand squeezing your neck as he urges you to cum around his cock.

Squealing, your cunt locks down around him. Soaking him in a hot torrent of juices while your body spasms and your choked cries fill the hotel room. You don’t care who hears or what they think as they pass by, all you can think about is how good he feels inside you. “Fuck, fuck, Dave!”

Dave grits his teeth at the way you soak his cock, gripping him so hard it’s difficult for him to work you through it. He grabs your hips as you try to writhe beneath him, and he wants to destroy you for any other man, even your own husband. He pulls out, making you whine at the loss, and he flips you over onto your back, immediately pushing back into you and thrusting hard despite your quivering walls.

“Shit!” Your hands grip his shoulders and your legs wrap around his waist. Loving how rough he is with you and wanting more. Lifting your head, you press your lips to his and slide your tongue into his mouth. Kissing him desperately while he rams into you over and over again and keeps working you towards another orgasm before you fully finish cumming the first time.

Dave just keeps thrusting, desperate to make you cum, “so pretty taking my cock like a good girl. You’re not a good girl though, are you? You’re a dirty little whore. Letting me fuck you while your husband isn’t here. Soaking my cock. He doesn’t make you cum like this, does he?” He asks, shifting so he can squeeze your throat again .

Whining, all you can do is try to nod, his hand tightening around your throat even more as you move and your fingers claw at the bedding underneath you. Sucking in a breath when his hand flexes, you practically wail when he changes the angle and pushes deep, his cock punching against that spongy little spot deep inside you. Choking out another cry of his name while you bear down around his cock the second time in as many minutes. 

Dave hisses at the way you clamp down around his cock, making him chuckle and he grins when you shake beneath him. “That’s it, my little slut. Cumming for daddy? You gonna cum again? One more. You can give me one more.” He demands, grabbing your thighs to lift your calves onto his shoulders, folding you over so he can sink even deeper inside of you.

You can’t move, you can barely take a breath from the way that your body is positioned. All you can do is take the harsh, deep thrusts and seem to do even deeper and squeal out little cries when he strikes against pure nirvana inside you. Toes curled, Dave punches against your back wall and you wail out again, cunt soaking him in a rush of liquid.

Dave rams into you, your pussy squelching with his thrusts, and he loves the squeal that escapes your lips as he seeks his own climax. Having ruined you for anyone else, he pushes deep several times before he cums, painting your walls with his hot seed.

Whining, you feel him coat your insides, the hot rush of his warmth filling you and your eyes slip closed. Smiling to yourself while he rides out his pleasure, rocking his hips as he grinds every lost drop into you. “Fuck.”

Dave pants, closing his eyes as he leans down to bury his face in your neck. “Fuck that was good. Jesus Christ baby. You are  - that was -” He cuts himself off before he gets too into this. You’ll be gone by morning and soppy words won’t get him anywhere. “It was good.” He settles on that, kissing your neck before he pulls back.

You hum, looking up at him blearily and give him a soft smile. “It was worth it.” You coo, your hands sliding down his chest as he stands up. You know this is just for tonight but your cunt is still throbbing and you have a feeling you will ache tomorrow. “You can clean up and go call your wife or we can order room service and go another round when you’ve recovered.”

Dave hums, never one to hang around, and although you tempt him, he reaches for his boxers and pulls them on. He will shower when he gets back to his room. “I gotta call my wife. Time difference, you know?” He shrugs, reaching for his shirt and he starts to button it up. He isn’t rushing, not wanting to insult you, but he’s also got what he wanted and he doesn’t need to hang around. You got what you wanted from him too. He quickly finished getting dressed. “It was great meeting you.” He says, leaning over to kiss your cheek, “merry Christmas, baby.” He winks after he grabs his tie and opens your door, stepping into the hall.

Watching him go, you smirk to yourself as you climb out of the bed and groan quietly to yourself at how well he fucked you. Picking up your phone, you check to make sure you haven’t missed any calls and take it with you into the bathroom so you can clean up and maybe indulge in a bath.

Dave strips off as soon as he gets into the room, those clothes will need to be thrown away as he doesn’t need to go home smelling of perfume with lipstick on his collar. He’s not an amateur at this game. He turns on the shower, stepping in and groaning as he moves under the hot water.

There is a smile on your face when your phone rings. Happy that you’re already in your bath and soaking when you answer. “Hey sweetheart.” You purr into the phone. “How are you? I’ve been missing you.”

****

Dave shivers as the cold air hits his neck, the winter is in full swing in Glasgow and he is glad it’s easy to get here from London. Just a train ride and he will be far away from his crimes. The gun in his hand is heavy but he loves the reassuring nature of it. He looks into the window, the homely Christmas decorations and serene dinner scene make him eager to ruin the evening. His own longing for a beautiful Christmas Eve has him ready to finish this mission. He flicks the window lock, rolling his eyes at the lack of security his target has despite his team of security guards, and Dave quietly makes his way into the hallway, creeping down it until he strides into the dining room, gun aimed…at your husband.

“The rolls are done so let’s-“ You come barreling through the door with a bowl of freshly baked rolls in your hands, screeching to a halt and dropping them on the floor. The expensive crystal shatters as you gasp loudly, eyes wide in both recognition and horror. “What’s- holy shit!” You curse, slapping your hand over your mouth so you don’t scream. He’s here. He’s tracked you down and your eyes immediately fill with tears and you let out a muffled sob. 

Dave chuckles, keeping his gun aimed at your husband, “hey sweetheart. Nice to see you again.” He winks and your husband frowns, “you- you know this man?” 

Dave snorts, “oh she knows me. I had her legs over my shoulders last night while she screamed my name. Your little wife was very naughty in London. She led me right to you. You’re a hard man to find, a lot of people want you dead.” Dave clicks his tongue.

You shake your head, trying to deny it but your husband turns accusing eyes on you. “Whore.” He hisses, glaring at you furiously as if your betrayal is worse than the gun that is being pointed at his head. “I knew you were nothing but a cheap slut. I should have never married you.” He spits.

Dave presses the gun harder against his temple, “that’s what you think pal. You’re not even married to her.” Dave snorts, looking at you, “that’s not her real name. Her real last name is York. She’s mine. My wife. She’s just been ensnaring you so we could achieve this moment since you’ve been such an elusive bastard. She’s mine. She’s my wife. She cums on my cock. Not yours.”

You drop your hand from your mouth, facade no longer necessary. You had played your part, getting close to the man who was on the top of everyone’s Christmas hit wish list and handing him to Dave on a silver platter. “Like I would ever actually marry a scumbag like you.” You sneer, stepping over towards Dave with a smirk on your face. “Sorry ‘honey’ but I want to be a widow for Christmas.”

“Easily arranged baby.” Dave chuckles, not even hesitating as he pulls the trigger. Blood and brains fly across the room but Dave and you pay it no mind as your husband slumps over his expensive china dinner plate. “I missed you.” Dave murmurs, lowering the gun and grabbing the back of your neck to pull you close, pressing his lips to yours. 

Before last night, he hadn't seen you for months while you played your way into being a wife to the target Dave has been hunting for years. A target that would allow Dave to finally give up killing, the money is more than what he could spend in lifetimes and he just wants to settle down with you now. “The guards.” You gasp when you pull back, making Dave snort. 

“Baby…they’re unconscious…most likely.” He had hit them pretty hard over the head with the butt of his gun.

“Thank god you showed up when you did.” You murmur, pressing your lips to Dave’s again and sighing happily. “I know the bastard was going to want to fuck me after dinner and I couldn’t stomach the thought.” You shudder, aware that Dave knows what you have done to get into the target’s home, his bed, but you hated touching him. He wasn’t Dave. “I’m ready to get the fuck out of here for good.”

Dave slides his hands down to squeeze your ass. He knows what you’ve had to do to get this target but he doesn’t care, especially since you know what he’s done to get a kill. You understand him, his job, and he loves you even more for it. Especially considering you kill too. That’s how you met…aiming guns at each other. Now, you’re his wife. His. “He’s never gonna touch you again, baby. I’m gonna make sure I replace every fucking touch he ever placed on your skin. You’re mine.” Dave leans in to bite down on your lower lip while his hands knead your ass.

Moaning softly into the kiss, you press yourself closer to Dave and let him grope you however he wants. “Let’s get out of here.” You suggest breathlessly when you break off the kiss. “I want to spend Christmas with my husband, my real husband.” Your own hands slide down to cup his cock. “Last night wasn’t enough for me. I need more.”

“You’re killing me, baby.” Dave groans, gently pushing your hand away before shoving his gun into the back of his pants and he shrugs off his jacket, handing it to you. “Put this on, it’s freezing outside.” He helps you into it just as he hears the footsteps coming down the hall. “Quick baby. This way.” He ushers you down the opposite hall, away from the guards.

Happy to be leaving this place, you hurry down the hall with Dave, heart pounding. You know that your husband will protect you since you are unarmed. Still, you want to be away from this house, eager to celebrate the holiday with your husband. “The back door?” You ask, following his lead as he takes you through the house.

Dave smirks, “whatever you want, baby.” He winks and opens the door for you. “Come on.” He takes your hand once you’re outside in the freezing cold, guiding you to the car he has waiting for you to take you away after not being with you for several months while you set the scene for your “husband’s” murder. “Get in. I have a safe house for us.” Dave tells you, shutting your door after you get in the car and he slides into the driver’s side.

You know there will be a flurry of activity around the house for the next few hours and it’s possible that they will be looking for you so a safe house is the best option. “I’ve missed you.” Your hand lands on Dave’s thigh as he pulls away and checks the rear view mirror to make sure no one is watching. You know he will have taken care of the cameras in the house and there will be no evidence tying the hit back to the two of you beyond the proof Dave has that he committed the murder so he can receive payment.

Dave focuses for a moment on getting you away from the scene then he picks up your hand from his thigh, bringing it to his lips. “I’ve missed you too, baby. You have no idea how much it killed me to know you were in his bed. Wanted to come in and just shoot him in the face, get it over with, but I know we couldn’t do it without making him suspicious. He had to completely trust you and it killed me to know you were with him.”

“I know, baby.” You had hated it too, telling yourself every time he touched you that it was for the grand prize. “This is the last time I’m ever in someone else’s bed but yours. I’m done with that.” You promise, leaning over and pressing your lips to his neck. “Thought about you every time. Wishing it was you.”

“Only me from now on. We don’t need to do this shit again. Let’s go find somewhere across the world we can settle. Maybe a beach so I can fuck you every day under the sun and we can spend the money.” He tries to concentrate on driving but you’re so damn irresistible.

“Every day.” You hum, sliding your hand down to cup his cock as he drives. “Let me- fuck, I want to suck your cock while you drive. I missed having you down my throat.” You purr, squeezing him gently.

“Jesus.” Dave hisses, trying to concentrate and failing as you squeeze his cock through his pants, making him hiss. “Come on baby, you can have my cock. It’s yours.” He promises, gripping the steering wheel to control himself.

Smirking, you let go of his cock so you can unbuckle his belt. Not caring that you are speeding down the roads, you want to taste him again. To show him how much you have missed him. Half hard when you pull him from his underwear, you hum happily as he hisses, leaning down to take him into your mouth. He’s still pent up with adrenaline so he will cum quickly.

Dave’s knuckles are white when you take him into your mouth, making him groan your name. “Fuck baby. I’ve missed your mouth.” He murmurs, forcing himself to concentrate on the road. “Fuck. I - I love you.” He murmurs, navigating the road.

Last night was fun, thrilling even, but this is rapturous. Hearing him moan and tell you that he loves you is exactly what you need after so long apart. Hollowing your cheeks, you feel the head of his cock hit the back of your throat and you swallow, wanting to feel him throb in your mouth.

Dave grunts when you hollow your cheek, making him almost close his eyes as he forces himself to stay alert to the road. He needs to get you to the safe house before he fucking destroys you. Reminds you how you belong to him.

Your chuckle is muffled, mouth full of his cock because you know exactly what you are doing to him. The tires screech and the only thing keeping you from jostling around is your grip on his thighs as you suck his cock.

“Jesus Christ baby. You are - you’re enthusiastic.” He chuckles breathlessly before muttering to himself, “fucking hell.” He is close, the car barely keeping on the road as he tries to focus but fails when you take him deeper. “Oh fuck.” The car screeches as he barely manages to pull over and stop the car just as his cock twitches and he spills down your throat.

Fuck, you love it. You love the salty, tangy taste of his cum as it bursts on your tastebuds and fills your mouth up. Moaning as you gulp him down, your cunt is already soaked and you know that when you finally get to the safe house, you will be able to have Dave like you need him.

Dave hisses, looking down at the back of your head while you swallow around him. His head tilts back to hit the head rest as you work him through his orgasm. “Fuck, missed that pretty mouth.” He groans, stroking your upper back and neck while you greedily suck up every drop until you cheekily nip his thigh after letting his cock drop from your mouth.

Smirking as you sit up, you lick your lips for a moment to make sure you didn’t miss a drop before you press your lips to his eagerly. “Missed you.” You pant into his mouth, fingers sinking into his hair to tug on it before you pull back. “Get us to the safe house, baby.” You order breathlessly. “I need to have you inside me.”

Dave nods, soft cock resting on his thigh and he squeals back onto the road, making his way to the safe house. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll be inside of you soon enough. Tell me…how do you want me to fuck you first?” He asks, wanting you to distract him a little.

You give a small laugh at how determined he is to get to the safe house now. Leaning back in your seat, you pull your skirt up and run your fingers down the front of your cloth covered cunt. “Bend me over. Like the first time you fucked me. Remember Kiev?” You whimper, remembering the trip the DIA had sent you on to make sure that you were up to snuff, sending Dave to observe. There had been a lot of sexual tension between you and once the job was done, Dave had pounced on you.

Dave smirks, caressing the wheel as he remembers how you screamed for him that night after the target was dead. “You were so desperate for my cock. Practically smelt how wet you were the entire time. Had to eventually give you what you wanted…” He makes you pout until he continues, “but it turns out your cunt was too fucking good. You got me addicted and now here we are.” His dark eyes flick over to where you are rubbing yourself through your panties, “you wanna touch yourself? Or wait for me ?“

Whimpering, you know Dave is in a teasing mood, if you don’t stop he won’t fuck you until you are begging and nearly crying for him. “I’ll wait.” You decide, pulling your fingers away from your clit.

Dave hums, “good girl” and continues to focus on driving to the safe house. He goes down a dark road overhung with trees and he scans a card when he arrives at the gate. The gate opens and Dave drives through, checking the rear view mirror for the gate closing behind him. When he’s satisfied, he continues driving along the road until he pulls into a garage door that he opens with a push of a button and once he’s inside, that closes behind him. The home is in the middle of nowhere, sheltered, and no one will be able to find you. Dave is quiet as he parks, kills the engine, and rounds the car to open the door for you, his dark eyes flashing but he remains quiet until he is punching in the alarm code for access to the house.

There is that sense of anticipation and tension in the air, just like the first time. Although you are Dave’s wife and know what will happen. The house is so still you can hear water dripping out of a faucet upstairs as the door swings shut behind you. The quiet snick of the automatic lock whirls while your shoes click on the floor. The house is bare of homey decor, set up to be functional, but secure. A literal fortress from the outside world. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” You murmur, turning around and reaching for the zipper of your dress.

Dave watches you, a smirk on his face at the way you strip down, your naked back making his cock harden from where he had tucked himself back into his pants. He steps towards you, kissing the back of your neck while pushing your dress off of your shoulders. “Fuck I missed you.”

That is the theme of tonight. Yesterday had been a spur of the moment, neither one of you wanted to acknowledge the reality before the mission was over, but you needed him. Whimpering, you turn your head to chase his lips. “I missed you. Every second.”

Dave shoves your dress down, “missed you, baby. Gonna show you how much.” He promises, finally pressing his lips to yours. His hands grab your ass, pulling you close, and his tongue slides into your mouth, making him groan at how he feels like he’s home.

You don’t even try to find one of the bedrooms, needing him. You shove at your panties, pushing them down and wiggling so they drop down to your ankles. “Dave.” You moan when he breaks away and starts kissing down your neck. Pushing your ass against his tented trouser, you bite your lip and moan again. “I- fuck me, fuck me right now.”

“No baby. No. It’s been so long. I - shit. I want you- want you in a bed.” When you squeeze his cock, he gives in. With a growl, he spins you around and pushes you up against the wall. His hands fumbling to unbutton the pants he didn’t bother to zip up, his cock already hard again with need for you.

You whine, pushing back against him. “Dave, please.” You beg, loving how needy you both are. His hand is harsh on your neck as he grips it, his other hand around his cock as he guides himself to your cunt. “Oh fuuuuuuuck!” You squeal when he pushes inside you.

Dave grunts at how fucking tight you are around him. “Baby. Shit. I’ve missed you, baby girl. So much.” He murmurs, pulling you flush against him so there isn’t a gap between you and he begins to set a harsh pace, hips slamming against your ass as his hand squeezes your neck.

Now you can be as loud as you want. Not worrying about endearments being heard or calling out his name. You are alone. “Fuck baby, fuck your wife.” You pant out. “Need you to remind me that I’m yours.” It’s fucking magical, the brutal punch of his hips and his cock scrubbing through your walls like he’s scratching an itch you couldn’t satisfy yourself.

Dave growls at your words, his cock twitching inside of you. “You’re mine. Only mine. Not that fucking asshole. Mine.” His teeth sink into your shoulder as he reminds you who you belong to. “You’re. Fucking. Mine.” He growls, pushing his cock deep as his fingers tighten around your neck.

You gasp out, barely able to breath but it just makes his cock feel that much better inside you. His possessive tone rolls through you along with the thrust of his cock up into your spasming walls. It only takes another couple of thrusts, a well timed, feral growl from Dave and you are flying apart with a cry. “Fuck, Dave!”

“That’s it. That’s it baby.” Dave grunts as you clamp down around his cock, soaking him, and he is so fucking happy you’re back in his arms for you. It killed him to give you up for several months and now, he’s never going to let you go again. He thrusts hard, trying to both work you through it and find his own orgasm, his emotions taking over which is a rarity for him. Within a dozen thrusts, Dave is done. He pushes deep and his cock pulses as he cums inside of you, painting your walls.

You whine at the familiar heat that floods you, closing your eyes with a small smile on your lips. “God, I love you.” You whisper breathlessly, hearing a clock somewhere inside the house chime with the time. “Are we staying here or are we leaving?” You don’t want to move from this spot, hate the idea of Dave pulling out, but you also want to spend the holiday with your husband.

“Staying here. I had them stock it with food and I had a tree decorated so we are spending Christmas here, sweetheart.” He grunts, reluctantly pulling out of you and he spins you around so he can kiss you. “I even have a present for you.” He murmurs, thinking about that beautiful diamond bracelet he bought on the way here. He checks his watch, grinning when he sees it is midnight. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Dave.” You press your lips to his softly and smile. This Christmas will be the last time you have the possibility of being apart during the holidays. Dave is retiring after this last target, your bank accounts nicely padded. “My favorite one is this one, because it’s the beginning of the rest of our lives.”

Dave kisses your hair, “exactly. No more missions or targets. Just you and me and a peaceful Christmas. Then a peaceful new year, Valentine’s Day…” He trails off with a smile, “I’m so ready to be with you. It’s the best Christmas present I could’ve ever gotten: you.” He murmurs, pulling you close and breathing you in. Dave is done with killing for money…he hopes.

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[deadhumourist]

Emptiness

Summary: Soft Dom Dave spends a little time with you.

Pairing: Dave York X f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, Soft!Dom, Sub reader, Smacking, PiV sex, anal toys, no physical description of reader.

A/N: This was a 250-word ficlet that ran away with me. Beta by the lovely @just-here-for-the-moment

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Dave’s voice lowers to barely a whisper, and he slowly strolls towards the desk, shoulders squared like a predator whose prey has given up the chase. 

He trails a cold hand along the inside of your thigh, raising goosebumps in its wake. Long, clever fingers tap the heel of the anal plug and you jump from the sudden touch. The blindfold digs into the corner of your eyes as you wince. 

“This stays in, hmm. You’re going to be my good girl.”

A sharp thrill chases down your spine, straight and tense on the desk. Waiting. You feel those same fingers close to your pulsing heat. 

Then his flat palm thwacks down on your pussy, a sharp twinge of pleasure pulls a whimper from you. The obscene, wet slap sounds loud in the quiet of the room and you hear the smile in Dave’s gravelly voice.

“Can’t wait, can you? So needy.” 

The last syllable is punctuated with another sharp slap, followed by a soft, luxurious rub of his open palm on your heated sex. You feel your folds glide against his large hand, and you squirm at the temperature difference and obscenity of it as his hand leaves again.

Minutes tick by.

Loudly.

Slowly. 

His large, blunt cock head slides from your clit down to your entrance and up again, the slow drag of the hot flesh against yours delicious but not enough. He does it again. You feel him twitch against you.

“Does my good girl need me to empty her head?” 

You nod into the darkness. Agreement and submission bob your head of their own accord. 

The next moment, Dave sinks into you in one smooth thrust, his large hands curled around your hips to make sure he fills you completely. Without warning, your pussy convulses around him, the sudden thrust and the plug lighting your nerve endings like fire. He wraps your legs around him, enveloping himself into you.

You cry out helplessly. Dave reaches forward and gently cradles the back of your neck in his hand as he thrusts, working you through your first orgasm. As it subsides, he starts thrusting in earnest, the hand that was on your hip migrating to your clit. 

He always knows how to work you just right. 

In the dark behind your eyelids you thrash as the sensation starts becoming overwhelming. 

“Let me have it. I want it.” he commands. 

The hand that gently held your neck slides to the front and his fingers close around your throat. Gentle pressure makes your head swim pleasantly. 

Your breath stutters. Your mind is empty and the only thing you know in the darkness is Dave’s cock driving into over and over and over. 

When he knows you’re close, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your sternum.

“Give it to me, my good girl.” 

Your body reacts by itself, chasing the words and when it finds them, explodes with pleasure. As the wave subsides and you’re reduced to aftershocks, Dave pulls out. 

He grabs your soft hand and wraps it around his wet cock, then closes his hand over yours. 

While your hand is curled around Dave’s cock, your wrist hangs limply against his balls, and you feel the tell-tale tightening as he gets closer. Hissing through his teeth, he releases his spend over you, thick warm streams hitting your belly. 

You want to thank him but your mind is empty and drifting somewhere. 

"So beautiful" he murmurs against your skin before pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss. 

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[theywhowriteandknowthings]

The Princess and the Duke Masterlist

Main Chapter List:

Chapter 1 - Homecoming [AO3]

Chapter 2 - More than meets the Eye [AO3]

Chapter 3 - Eye of the Storm [AO3]

Chapter 3.5 - My Kink is Karma [AO3]

Chapter 4 - Like real people do [AO3]

Chapter 5 - Ready to Fall [AO3]

Chapter 6 - Living in my head [AO3]

Chapter 7 - Tempest [AO3]

Chapter 8 - Moving On [AO3]

Chapter 9 - You Can't Always Get What You Want [AO3]

Chapter 10 - Pandemonium [AO3] {NEW}

Chapter 11 - TBC

Chapter 12 - TBC

Epilogue 1 - TBC

AO3 Link for full series.

One shot drabbles and smut:

Taboo - You catch Dave swimming and it gets you way too hot and bothered. [Read on AO3]

Daddy, Please - Dave finds out your dirty little secret, and you finally get what you want. [Read on AO3]

Dave York has a Breeding Kink - Does what it says on the tin folks [Read on AO3]

Seeking Comfort - When Dave comes home after a hard mission, you comfort each other the best way you know how. [Read on AO3]

Use Me - Pegging fic submission for PMAMC 2024 [Read on AO3]

Dream a Little Dream of Me Dave wakes you up with his sweet moans, you try to take care of your needs quietly, Dave catches you. [AO3]

No-longer canon but still nice to look at.

4th of July - Dave makes you feel like shit, but he more than makes it up to you. [Read on AO3]

Phone Sex - Things get hot and heavy over the phone, until you almost slip up and ruin it. [Read on AO3]

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[lovesbiggerthanpride]

f l o w e r s • d a v e

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[alwaysdjarin]

Unholy

a Dave York x f!reader Series

Part 4 - Star

RATING: Explicit 18+ ONLY. No Minors Please. My work is 18+.

Warnings: Dave York always comes with his own warning, soft!Dave, infidelity, sugar daddy Dave???, jealous and possessive Dave (we all love it, don’t we?), SMUT, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv (don’t try this at home), light choking, creampie, Dave LOVES dirty talk.

Words: ~5.5k (oopsie…)

A/N: Here’s finally the next part for these two. I just want to reiterate that Dave is unfaithful to Carol in this fic. Please don't read my story if this triggers you or you just don't like it.

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You would lie if you say that you’d slept well last night.

After Dave left, you took Spencer out for a short walk, showered and snuggled into your bed until your mind finally decided to let you sleep.

But when you open your eyes in the next morning, your silly brain automatically wanders to two things:

1. How unbelievable handsome, courteous and charming Dave was last night. His company was absolutely delightful, he made you feel like he really cared about you and that was truly an exception. Most men don't really care who’s the person behind the stripper Saphira.

2. His offer. He wants to “take care of you” and you absolutely believe him that it’s not just a sexual intention. You had the feeling that Dave’s the type of men who would tell you when he just wants to have sex with you and there wouldn’t be any reason for him to offer you his support, money or whatever he has on his mind.

And okay, maybe there’s a third thing in the back your mind. He’s married. And you kissed him…he kissed you…whatever. You definitely have to speak about his marriage if this agreement between the two of you is going to be made.

But do you really want to have a kind of sugar daddy? You earn good money with your job and you love the fact that you did build up everything that you have all by yourself. You love to be independent, but maybe…maybe this could be the opportunity to make the next step. Dave has been thrilled when you told him about your dream of being a dance teacher. Maybe he’s the key to fulfill everything. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh there’s a lot what possibly could go wrong.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Dave decides to go on a run in the morning to get his mind clear. It’s crazy what the few hours he spent with you have done to him. The way you talked about your big passion dancing, the vulnerability when you told him about your mother and - the absolute worst - the broken look and tears in your eyes when you thought that he just wants to have sex with you. He can’t get you out of his system and he meant every single word he said to you and he wants to be 100% honest to you.

So he works for the rest of the day on some reports at home, where it’s pleasurable quiet without Carol and the girls. He catches himself looking at his phone a couple of times, disappointed not to get a message from you, but you haven’t said when you will contact him and he wants to give you enough time to think about everything. When the sun slowly goes down and he still hasn’t heard from you, Dave gets the desire to check on you.

So that’s the reason why he’s sitting in a dark corner of the strip club again and watches you dancing. He makes sure that you can not see him, doesn’t want to bother you or give you the feeling that he’s a creepy stalker. He isn’t, isn’t he?

His eyes roam over every inch of your body. He likes the short skirt that you’re wearing in combination with the cropped shirt. Almost like a little school girl. He licks his lips, the whiskey burns in his throat and his fingers tap with the rhythm of the music.

Your lips were intoxicating when you two kissed last night. He will never forget how soft they were and that you tasted like the strawberry milkshake that you’ve drunk at the Diner. He wonders if you also felt this special bond between the two of you, or if he’s just an accidental acquaintance for you.

Dave looks at his watch and drinks the rest of his whiskey. Your shift must be over soon and he wants to leave before you may spot him. But then the music stops -fuck it’s too late- and different than the last times, you don’t go behind the stage, no, you jump down in front of it and Dave thinks for a second that you’ve seen him. But then you walk over to a guy who’s standing in front of the stage. Dave’s eyes narrow as he watches you greeting him with a kiss on his cheek and the stranger wraps his hand possessive around your waist. He watches like he's paralyzed as you take the hand from the man and lead him in direction of the private booths. Dave stands up, ready to follow you, his body is screaming at him to take you away from this guy, to not let him touch you, to not allow him to be so close to you and above all to not be alone with you in this fucking room.

His mind ignores the fact that you are safe, that there are cameras in the room to ensure, that you dance for the customer and nothing more. Instead Dave’s blood is boiling, he feels like he can’t breathe and the next thing he realizes is that he’s outside the club, taking deep breath’s of the cold night air. How the fuck did he get here?

He decides to wait in his car until you leave the club, just to be sure that you’re okay and is satisfied when he watches you about an hour later as you walk safe and sound to the nearest bus stop.

“Good girl.” Dave mumbles to himself after you climbed into the bus. “Sleep well sweetheart.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It’s Wednesday when Dave finally hears from you. He’s at the office when his phone rings and your name appears on its display.

“Sweetheart, hey!” You gulp when you hear his deep and raspy voice and if you’re honest, you missed it.

“Hey Dave! How are you? Do you have a minute so that we can talk?”

He smirks when he hears your voice. God he’s relieved to hear from you. “Yeah, as I told you I have always time for you. Is everything okay? How’s your week going?”

You roll your eyes even if he can’t see you and let yourself fall on your bed. “Promises, promises…” you singsong. “It’s fine, nothing special. Just like every other week.”

“Hmm, sounds boring.”

“Yeah, I’m a really boring girl.”

Daves deep chuckle sends a shudder right down your spine. “I bet that’s a lie.”

You smirk. “Who knows. BUT I want to talk with you about us, the arrangement, the deal…whatever you want to call it.”

Dave tuts. “Let’s don’t give it any stupid name, let’s just say we talk about US.” He doesn’t want any deal or whatever, he just wants to spend time with you, get to know you better, show you your worth. “So tell me.”

“Okay I…” you make a short break to gather your thoughts. “…I want to get to know you. I…I really like you and I think we have a kind of connection, which I can’t explain because we don’t know each other…not REALLY.” You trail off and shake your head. How can this guy make you so nervous? “What I want to say is, I don’t NEED you, you know? I mean…I don’t need your money, I’ve got the job and I can handle myself very well. I don’t want to have the feeling to owe you, because you spend money on me. I don’t want to feel like I’m an escort girl or something like that. If that’s what you’re looking for, then I’m really sorry but I can’t…I don’t want to do that.”

“STOP!” Dave interrupts you and you suck in a breath. He says your name to calm you down. “If I would be looking for an escort girl, I would call an escort service. How many times should I tell you that I don't want anything from you in return? I want to make you presents to brighten up your day, make you feel appreciated, make you smile. We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want. I would love to go out with you, but if that’s too much, say no and we won’t do it.”

You sigh. “Sorry. I…It’s just…I have never get this much attention in my life.”

“And that’s the reason why you should enjoy it, sweetheart. Let’s give it a try. We get to know each other better and I show you what I mean. And if it’s too much, you tell me. How does it sound?”

“Sounds like a plan.” You smile.

“What’s my best buddy doing?” Dave asks out of the sudden and you try to figure out what he means.

“Eeehm…Spencer? He’s chewing on his old pillow and waiting for me to go out with him.” You smile at the bulldog. “Do you have any pets?”

“No…unfortunately not. I always wanted to have a dog like Spencer, but yeah…I work a lot, so I wouldn’t have enough time for him and a dog was never really…let’s say welcomed in my household.”

You know that this is an innuendo to his wife, but you decide that you don’t want to bring up this topic right now. And so it happens that you both talk for almost an hour. You tell Dave that you have to go for a walk with Spencer before you get ready for work. And you can’t stop the blush of your cheeks when Dave asks you to be careful and to send him a short message when you’re safe at home.

“But you’ll sleep, it’ll be in the middle of the night.” You argue, but Dave cannot be dissuaded.

“I don’t care as long as you are safe, sweetheart.”

You don’t know that Resnik, Daves team member stands in his office and looks at Dave with big eyes and a mischievous grin, while you say your goodbyes.

You don’t hear the cocky comment from the man about that “Have a good night, sweetheart.” doesn’t sound like Dave was talking to Carol.

And you definitely don’t know that Dave was in the bathroom that night, just in the moment when you wrote him a short “I’m at home now. Thank you for the nice call today. Sleep well. xo” and that Carol looked at his phone, curious who’s texting her husband in the middle of the night.

You only know that you’re laying in your bed now, a big smile on your face and a warm feeling in your belly, excited for all the things that will come.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

One week later

You shake your head in disbelief, while you put the bouquet of flowers into a vase. It’s one week since you told Dave that you want to get to know him more and he has send you flowers every day since then. You also talked to each other on the phone every day.

It became a common thing that you tell Dave about your day and he gives you advices or just listens and makes you feel heard and not alone. He even opens up to you, tells you about his two daughters and about places he had visited for his job. You love to hear him talk about the good food in France, the warm nights in Spain and you dream of visiting Europe one day. In your dreams Dave’s with you, even if you know very well that this is impossible.

You grab your phone to text him.

You: “Thank you! 💐”

Dave: “You’re welcome.”

You: “Don’t you think I have enough flowers?”

Dave: “The question is: Do you have enough vases?”

You: “No, I already use glasses and everything I can find. 😅”

Dave: “Okay, I’ll send you vases then.”

You: “Dave…”

Dave: “Are you free tomorrow evening?”

You: “It’s Valentine’s Day…do you know how many lonely men want to watch us dance on nights like this?”

Dave: “But I want to take you out on a date.”

You put your phone to the side. He wants to take YOU out on a date? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to go out with his wife? Should you ask him about it? You decide against it, Dave will know what he's doing, maybe his wife is out of town again. So you promise Dave to talk to your boss.

You love to hear the joy in his voice when you tell him during your afternoon phone call that you don't have to work the following evening and you're honestly a bit nervous to see Dave for the first time in two weeks.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You’re not surprised when you hear the knocks on your door in the next morning but it’s new to you that you don’t get flowers this time. Instead you’re holding a black box in your hands and sit down on your couch to open it curiously.

You frown when you see the content of the box - black, shimmering fabric flows softly through your fingers. You stand up to unfold the piece of fabric and your mouth opens in amazement. You are sure that this is probably the most beautiful but also most expensive dress you have ever touched in your life and cannot believe that it is meant for you.

At that exact moment, your phone beeps and, as if he’s reading your mind, a message from Dave pops up.

“I hope you like the dress. If yes, wear it tonight. I’ll pick you up at 6.”

“Thank you! Can’t wait to see you! xo“

*~*~*~*~*~

Dave’s taking a deep breath, standing in front of your door. Is he nervous? No, a Dave York isn’t nervous. But he’s excited, excited to see you again.

When you finally open the door, he feels like all the oxygen has left his lungs. You’re wearing the dress he’d bought for you, your hair cascades over your bare shoulders, your lips are red with lipstick and your blue eyes meet his gaze in a warm welcome.

He matches your smile when you invite him into your apartment and of course, the first one who gets his attention is Spencer.

“Wow, that are a lot of flowers.” Dave smirks amused while he looks around your living room with the open kitchen area. There are bouquets on almost every surface.

“Yeah, there’s this crazy guy who sends them to me every day. I think he wants to impress me.” You joke and lean against the kitchen counter.

Dave admires your body. The dress hugs every curve perfectly and he’s proud you’re wearing something he chooses for you. It makes him feel powerful and he likes the idea of showing you off, knowing that every guy in the restaurant wants to have you, but you’re with him.

Dave takes a step towards you, unable to resist your attraction and brushes a strand of hair out of your face to caress your cheek with his thumb.

“You’re absolutely stunning.” His brown eyes study every detail of your face and it takes everything in him, not to forget about his good intentions. It would be so easy to lift you up onto the kitchen counter and get completely lost in you.

Your whisper a breathy “Thank you!” also clearly effected by the tension between the two of you. “So, what’s your plan for tonight?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Your eyes widen when you enter the extravagant restaurant, Dave guides you to your table with his hand on the small of your back, welcoming the warmth of your body under his palm. Always the protector.

Never in your life have you been in such an expensive restaurant and you feel like you don’t belong there.

“So…is it common for you to eat at places like this?” You ask him while you nip on your glass of champagne - REAL champagne, not the cheap one they’re serving at your workplace.

Dave shakes his head. „Only for special occasions.“

You have to bite your tongue to not ask him, if he has been with his wife here before, but you don’t want to ruin the evening.

„Speaking of special occasions, I’ve got something for you.“ The man smiles when he hands you a small box.

You gasp, shocked that he has another present for you.

„Open it sweetheart.“

You unwind the big bow on top of the present and open the box to reveal a beautiful and delicate golden bracelet. You cradle it in your hands, a single small pendant sparkling in the dimmed candlelight of the room. It’s a star, a small golden star.

“Wow…Dave…this is…it’s absolutely-“

“-it’s all I could think of since I first saw you.” Dave interrupts you and you watch him with shining eyes. “I know it sounds so cliché, a man falls for a stripper.” He scowls. “But when I saw you on that stage…I…I…do you like it?”

“I like it Dave. It’s beautiful.” You reach over the table to touch his hand and he opens it to hold yours in a strong grip, before he attaches the jewelry to your wrist. You raise your arm and admire the sight.

“But now I don't want to get anything for my birthday. That's enough gifts for the near future.” You laugh and couldn’t remember when you’ve ever get so many attention let alone gifts. Maybe when you was a child? You’re not sure.

Dave frowns. “Your birthday? When?” He’s a little bit disappointed, that he hasn’t asked you about it yet and has already an idea for a great present when you tell him the date in about two weeks.

“Maybe just a small surprise.” He smirks and is amused by the roll of your eyes. Every other woman couldn’t wait to get more and more presents, but you’re always so modest, so pure.

You’re almost sad when you you have to leave the restaurant after you finished the dessert and pout when you’re sitting in Dave’s car on the drive home.

„What’s wrong sweetheart?“ He asks you, eyes switching between you and the street.

„Nothing.“ You muster a smile. „It’s just…I’ve never experienced and evening like this. Nobody ever took me to a restaurant on Valentine’s Day and the bracelet…it’s so beautiful. I was happy to get some cheap flowers from the gas station in the past, you know?“ It’s not that you’ve been unhappy in your last relationships, but Dave gives you the feeling that you’ve missed something. That there could have been more.

Dave‘s heart hurts when he hears your words. How could someone not take you out on a proper date or make you a nice gift. He lays his hand on your thigh and starts to stroking small circles with his thumb. The fabric of your dress is warm and soft under his skin. „Glad I can take care of you now. Show you what a woman like you deserves.“ He squeezes the soft flesh of you thigh and you lay your hand over his, caress his knuckles with your delicate fingers.

The rest of the drive is silent while you’re holding hands and it feels so domestic to you, that you make a decision when you arrive at your home and stand in front of your door, just like you did when Dave brought you home two weeks ago.

You open your door and let a sleepy Spencer greet you and your companion. When you turn around Dave‘s right behind you, only a few inches away. You see his eyes dropping down to your lips and then back to meet your gaze. He shifts, almost touching you, when you hear him whisper. „Can I kiss you?“

You lean maybe half an inch forward and smile against his plush lips. „I was waiting the whole-„ You couldn’t even finish your sentence before his lips crash into yours in a soft but heated kiss.

Dave’s hand is on the back of your neck while the other holds your hip as if he’s afraid you’d back up and you can’t stop the small whimper that leaves your mouth when he pushes his hot and wet tongue into your mouth. You fell like your floating while your tongues move in a delicious dance and within seconds it feels like Dave is everywhere. His scent is intoxicating, he tastes like wine and the dark chocolate from your dessert and the warmth radiating from his body makes you feel like you’re on the safest place on earth.

Moments later you find yourself in your bedroom, Dave‘s sitting on the edge of the bed while you hurry a curious Spencer out of the room. When you turn around after you closed the door, you notice how Dave‘s looking at you. Dark brown orbs scanning every inch of your body and you smirk.

„Like what you see Mr. York?“

He puffs out a laugh. „Hell, if I like it? That’s the understatement of the year.“

You let one of the thin straps of the dress fall over your shoulder in an almost painfully slow movement. „Then wait for what’s under the dress.“ You wink at Dave and notice how he has to adjust himself in his slacks.

Dave hums deep down on his throat. „Be a good girl and show me.“ He takes off his suit jacket while you drop the second strap in slow motion. You take a minute to enjoy the view in front of you. How the crisp fabric of Dave’s blue dress shirt covers his body, his broad shoulders and long arms, the tanned skin on his muscular neck.

Dave notices your stare directly and grins at the way you bite your lip. „Seems like I’m not the only one who likes what he sees. Now be the good girl I think you are and take this fucking dress off or I have to rip it off your body.“

You clench around nothing at his demand and let out a shaky breath when the dress finally slides down your body. It reveals your lingerie, black lace, totally transparent and even when Dave already saw you in a similar outfit on the stage, he’s absolutely blown away by your beauty. He finally stands up and you shudder when he walks around you and stands behind you. His hands touch your sides featherlight and caress your skin, he lowers his head so that he’s right next to your ear and you can feel his hot breath on you.

„You’re so beautiful sweetheart.“ A kiss to your shoulder. „Every man in this restaurant wanted to have you. Y‘know that?“ A kiss to your neck. „They all wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you.“ His hand wanders to your breast and he squeezes it. You close your eyes and a small whimper escapes you. „But you’re with me. Fuck, the most beautiful woman is with me.“ He kisses you right under your ear. „Do you want this? Tell me, do you want me to touch you? To make you feel good?“ He nibbles on your ear and you manage to nod. But Dave shakes his head. „Nah-nah! Use your words pretty little thing.“

You take a deep breath while his teeth scrape down your neck back to your shoulder. „I want it. Fuck, it scares me how much I want this Dave. How much I want YOU.“ It feels like your knees are getting weak when he presses his hard erection right against your lower back.

“Do you feel what you’re doing to me sweetheart? Looking so fucking sexy in this dress and letting me sit with boner in this restaurant the whole evening like a fucking teenager.“ Dave’s hands open your bra and he lets the piece of fabric fall down on the floor. He hums when he touches your breasts again, large hands knead the lush flesh and your ass bumps into his erection again when he pays more attention to your peaking nipples.

“Now lay down on your bed, spread those pretty legs for me.” He commands and you oblige without a second thought. You crawl on your bed, giving him a little show when you wiggle your ass in the air and smile at the little growl he makes. When you turn around and settle on your back, Dave takes his time to open his shirt and strip down for you. His dark eyes never leave your gaze and you can hide your little gasp when he’s just in his briefs. He’s big, you can see it even trough the dark fabric and your mouth waters at the thought of him down your throat.

But Dave has other plans for now. He hovers over you and his nose is grazing yours while looks you deep in the eyes. Something silent happens between the two of you, something that doesn’t need words. And then he gives you a deep kiss, while he works his hard length against your clothed core again and again. You’re unable to hold back your moans now and Dave drinks every single one of them down with his mouth.

Goosebumps are all over your body when he kisses every inch of you, your neck, your cleavage, your breasts. And you get a little bit impatient. “Dave!” You moan, hands stroking his short brown hair. “Please! I need…I need to feel you!”

He lets out a deep chuckle “So needy.” and for a short moment you fear that he will not listen to you, but then he hooks his fingers under the lace of your panties and pulls them down. “Fuck!” Is all you hear from him when you spread your legs again and show him your glistening folds. He locks eyes with you again. “You’ll be the dead of me sweet thing.” And you let out a breathy laugh. “I don’t care Dave! Please just fucking touch me finally!”

Dave shakes his head at your bratty attitude and if this wouldn’t be your first time in bed, he would punish you. But right now, he’s as needy as you are.

The way he’s eating you out is mind blowing. You fist the sheets with one hand while the other one’s gripping Dave’s hair. Every tug on them makes him moan into your pussy. His tongue flickers over your swollen clit in circles that make you squirm and when he curls two long fingers into your pussy and finds your gspot with ease, it’s finally over. Your thighs shake and fall against Dave’s head, he lays his free hand flat on your belly so that you don’t have a single chance to move away from him. “Oh Dave…fuck…fuck…that’s so-so good! Fuck…I think…I think I’ll…”

Dave looks up at you, lips and chin glistening with your juices. “DO IT! Be a good girl and cum for me! I got you.” And this pushes you over the edge. You fall apart with a scream of his name and an iron grip on his hair. The man between your legs drinks every drop you have to give, only interrupted by his praises for you.

“That’s my girl.”

“Give it to me.”

“So good for me.”

Dave kisses his way up your body after that. He tastes like you when his lips engulf yours finally. You reach between your bodies and he lets out a shaking breath when you touch his hard member through his briefs. There’s a patch of pre cum on the fabric and you lick your lips when you feel him pulse under your palm. You slide the briefs slowly down and free his throbbing dick, the red and swollen head is screaming for attention. Dave bites your lip when you tease your clit with his erection and you search his eyes when you position him right at your wet entrance.

“Fuck me Dave! Please!” You almost beg and he enters you with a long and slowly motion of his hip.

You both groan in pleasure when he stills deep inside of you. “Fuck baby…you’re so…so fucking tight.”

You nod with your forehead against his. “Feels so good. Please…please move. Don’t hold back.”

You don’t know what you’ve done to Dave with these words, but then starts to fuck you. He snaps his hips into yours in a bruising pace and you whine at the sensational feeling in your pussy. He enters your fluttering hole again and again and you wrap your legs around his hips for a little bit of support.

“Fuck you like it that rough?” he asks breathless.

“Yes…fuck…yes! Harder Dave, harder!”

With a deep growl he gets on his knees, body upright and pulls you up on your hips with him. Your shoulder blades and head are the only parts of your body who touches the mattress now, ass laying on his thighs while his cock hammers into you like Dave’s life depends on it. He loves the way your tits bounce with every thrust and leans a little bit forward to lay his hand around your throat.

“You filthy little thing.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust. “Likes getting her brains fucked out.” He feels your walls clench and grits his teeth.

“Oh god! I think I’m…I’m-“ you’re on the verge of an orgasm and feel like the world around you explodes every moment.

Dave squeezes your throat a little harder, also not far away from his own high. “Where…fuck tell me where…” Is all he can stummer and luckily you know what he means.

“Inside…I’m-I’m safe!”

He squeezes his eyes shot, feeling his balls tighten up, ready to let go. And when you finally fall over the edge, there’s no way Dave doesn’t follow you immediately. Your pussy holds his throbbing cock in an unbearable grip milking him completely while your body trembles under him. Both of your hands grab his forearm of the hand on your throat and you swear your soul leaves your body for a moment. Dave’s watches you in awe, you’re so beautiful when you cum and he swears he’ve never felt such an intense orgasm.

He collapses onto your body while you come down from your highs and you both just enjoy the endorphins and adrenaline rushing through your bodies.

Dave takes his time to look at your fluttering hole, after he pulled out and when a drop of his cum slowly flows out of you, he doesn’t hesitate to catch it with his index finger. He studies it with a low and satisfied hum and then Dave York does the filthiest thing, a man has ever done to you. He lifts his hand to your head and smears the sticky fluid over your lips. Lust blown eyes watch how your tongue darts out to taste a little bit of him and then he smirks. “Fuck…you’re so good for me.” The kiss that follows is all teeth and tongue and you silently wish it would never end.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

30 minutes later, you’re both standing at your door. It’s not a surprise that he can’t stay the night with you, but it still stings. Dave gives you a tender kiss and promises to call you tomorrow. He’s smiling the whole drive home and feels almost like a dumb lovesick teenager. God the things you do to him…

When he parks his car in his driveway, the corners of his mouth drop and he’s reminded of the life he’s having here right in this house in front of him. He sighs. He really has to sort things out with his wife.

When he sneaks up the stairs and enters the bedroom, Carol’s still awake, reading a book with the bedside lamp on.

She greets him with a smile. “Hey honey, you’re home! That was a long night at work, wasn’t it?”

He just nods and give her a small smile, not really in the mood for a conversation with his wife right now. He goes into the bathroom and makes himself ready for the night, before he types a message for you.

“Thank you for the perfect evening sweetheart. Happy valentine’s! Sleep well.”

Meanwhile Carol’s waiting for him. She can’t wait to get the Valentine’s present from her husband that she accidentally found in his jacket two days ago. A little gold bracelet with a small sparkling star, something she haven’t got from Dave in ages. The bracelet, you’re wearing right now, laying in your bed, surrounded by Daves scent with a never ending smile on your face. The bracelet she’ll never get because it was for you all the time.

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[popcornforone]

Peppermint

A Dave York Fan Fic

Surprise

Back to back Dave York Saturdays. Yep. I was having a chat with a few friends about Pedro & @fatimaisabelpascal showed me an item of food which was called Yorks… now here I am writing something very sexy & steamy that was originally going to be maybe 4 paragraphs & now… yea it’s taken over. Damn it Stabby why are you such a menace & so easy to write about.

Synopsis: Dave & you are posing as a couple for a mission, but the night before one moment could make a fakelationship into something much more.

Word Count:3100

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING. Mentions of assassins, fake relationship, colleague sex. One time affair both reader & Dave are unfaithful. reader is bisexual. Oral sex male receiving, deep throat, gagging , fingering, use of vibrators, talk of masturbation too , swearing, innuendo, sexual fantasys about each other. Basically as you know by now when i write Dave he’s a menace & he gets what he wants. Slight Dom controlling vibes.

Thanks for the read peoples, as always all feed back is welcome. Please let me know what you thought. & I hope you all enjoy, this added bonus.

Buzzzzzzzzzzz buzzzzzzz… the electric toothbrush goes. You stand in the hotel bathroom cleaning your teeth. It’s almost bed time, you’ve got a long day tomorrow, the mission is important & you need to be well rested. You’ve done a brilliant job convincing everyone at the pre-charity meet up that you & your husband are inseparable & all over each other but that couldn’t be further from the truth. For the man playing your husband would never usually give you the time of day, but for one week he has to & for 5 days you’ve been a very good wife.

You stand in front of the mirror cleaning your teeth, the peppermint toothpaste tingling your taste buds. You had yours confiscated before getting on the plane, too large for your carry on, as most of what you needed for this mission including clothes was being sent by your team, so you are sharing your fake husbands. It’s while you are brushing that you hear him mumble, so you pause the cleaning to spit & ask him to repeat.

“There’s no wire in this bag that was dropped off” he groans as he packs his suit carefully tomorrow to take out the target.

“Who dropped it off?”

“Evans”

“Well that answers that” you say sarcastically to yourself & roll your eyes, looking down at your phone to check the weather for tomorrow. You don’t see that he catches a glimpse at you doing that & it’s making him smirk. He’s got changed to go out for a late evening run in a few minutes time, before he comes back to the hotel room for a cold shower & then to sleep before tomorrow. Your room has two double beds in it.

“What do you mean by that?” He asks & he leans against the dresser in the room, as you do your final spit before adding mouth wash.

“He hates garrotting Dave” your then rinse & grab a small towel to wipe your face after that & splashing it with water & turn off the bathroom light. “I think he didn’t enjoy watching it in the academy & now doesn’t want any of us to do it.”

“But it’s clean &…”

“Effective yes Dave, I’m on your side with this.” You’ve worked with agent York long enough that you know what he’s going to say next. A deadly creature of habit with a huge ego who some times does need knocking down a few pegs.

Your other hand has a small box in it that you throw at him & he plucks from mid air.

“Seriously?”you nod as he looks at what you’ve thrown him “floss?”

“Not as good as the wire but good for taking peoples eyes out”

“Huh?” Dave has seemingly forgotten that you once blinded a man using this. It then triggers as he recalls your face & the pride you had when you told everyone how your captured your target that day“point taken” & he puts it in his suit. But as he does this he admires your floral night dress. The way it skims your body & he smirks. It’s the first time either of you have been on a mission pretending to be a couple, neither of you know that the other has a slight crush on each other.

You fluff up your pillows on your bed & put the tv on for some white noise while you ‘read’, so that when Dave returns after his run you can then fall asleep. There’s no point already being asleep for him to later turn the lights back on. Dave fill us his water bottle & puts his watch on before he does a few pre run stretches. The way that tshirt is already showing off his chest, always makes you glance for a few seconds longer. He looks good in this but you know tomorrow night in that suit with his fake charm it will not be difficult to be besotted by your fake husband, who’s there for a quick & easy kill.

Dave grabs his running shoes & sits on the edge of his bed, he’s still looking at you too. His fake wife. He wishes the kisses you had been giving him were real, because he wanted them to linger longer. It’s hard for his mind to not wander what it would be like to share a bed from you. To fuck you hard. To take your arse. To make the bed creek & to get a call from reception from upset guest on either side of your room, from the noise heard on the other side of the walls. He knows little about you, usually just your name & that you are a level 8 operative will do, while he is an 11. More than qualified for this mission you were. He respects you & what you do. if you had been a 6 or bellow he’d have fucked you already each night hard & told you it was to keep up appearances, & asked what you’d be willing to do for the cause. But no Dave knows that you know the drill. He’s not going to touch you unless you both agree to it inside the hotel room.

Dave then spots something on the bottom right of your lip.

“Come here” he says, his two long fingers beconning you across & you turn around l, your night dress swishing. You do have knickers on but they are silky & once Dave leaves you will be taking them off under the sheets. His 20min run, gives you time to use your vibrator, to satisfy your needs without him having to hear. You have to hear him masturbate in the shower each night since you’ve been here while you’ve tried to sleep. It turns you on slightly that Dave is that comfortable with you, he must realise you can hear him go ooh god at his point of climax, as he spills into the water. What neither of you know is it’s the other person that you are both thinking of while you do this.

You walk across to Dave, putting your book that you’ve been not reading down.

“What is it?” You stand next to him.

“Just this” his large fat flat thumb trails across your bottom lip & wipes the toothpaste clear & you clench at nothing between your thighs, while Daves cock twitches inside his running shorts. You moan softly at the feel of this & you trail the back of your knuckles down his face. A soothing touch making you both go even weaker. This tension even if it has been fake for show can’t be ignored anymore.” All clean” Dave mumbles, his eyes have yet to leave yours & you without hesitation sit on the bed next to him.

“It’s peppermint” you whisper.

“I know it’s my toothpaste remember” he scoffs & you softly smile at him.

“I’ll buy you more when we get back,”

“No need, you smell minty fresh”

“Well at least my mouth does” you blush & flutter your eyelashes at him without even realising, those pooling caramels are now hungry, full of desire & dilating.

“Let me find out.” His hand goes around your chin. That large hand with that thumb stroking.”if you…”

“Yes” you don’t let him finish asking for your consent. You hold his face & kiss him in a frenzy. It’s not fake. It’s not for anyone else. It’s what you’ve wanted to do since you got into the room on Monday night. The way his thin lips feel on yours feels exquisite. It proves that all your other kisses the two of you have had in front of others for the last few days have been for show & fake, because right now, as his hand glides through your hair & the other trys to palm & calm his growing erection, your both feeling it & your both wishing you’d acted on this sooner.

“Oooh girl”he gasps, one of his hands goes down your silk night dress, gliding over it until it reaches the hem. It’s more than half way up your thigh. His tough as he grabs your thigh has you quivering. “You sure?”

“More than sure” it’s breathy already your words before your lips reengage. Neither of you are saints. You’re both in long term relationships out of this room. But your partner you’ve been completely honest with, she knows what you do for a job & sometimes going the extra mile for a mission to save others & get information, she understands. She always laughs though when you say you have to seduce a man. But this one might be harder to explain, having sex with a fellow assassin. Daves married, he’s not had to put on a wedding ring, it’s his own to Carol, but you don’t know he’s been admiring you from a far for a little while & requested that you be his fake wife on this mission. Being higher up gives him more clout. He’s wanted to rail you for a long time & marriage troubles at home has made him pine more.

Your palm his groin feeling him get harder the longer these kisses linger. His long neck is exaggerating meaning more places for kisses. It’s been your preferred kissing choice these last few days, concerned that you would enjoy too much a kiss on the lips which is now being proven. His hand goes under your night dress & finds your silk knickers, moist & desperate.

“My my” he tuts as his hand goes inside them & straight for your clit. “Your girlfriend must be livid, you’re soaked & she’s not here to enjoy it.”

“Dave” it’s just barely audible. Your whimper almost a plea.

“Let me see, let me see your pretty little cunt, let me see what she gets to taste.” Dave stands up lifting your night dress off your body, exposing your breasts. You automatically start to tease him by massaging them, your nipples erect in a few seconds. “Lie on the bed, head this end, almost overhanging the edge” Dave then heads to your bag having a rummage & you’ve not moved, you’re admiring his bum in those shorts. “That was not a request” he snaps, so you do as you’re told. Your knickers are still on but your arousal is now showing, no amount of silk can hide that. Dave scowls as he searches in your bag & then goes ahh & produces the bullet vibrator from your bag. He looks smug & you look embarrassed. “Do you really think I have no idea what you do each night when I go running, I hear you moan on play back”

You are angry but then play him at his own game.

“Do you think the walls & water in the shower stop me from hearing you?” You lick your bottom lip & he then walks round the bed & kneels between your legs.

“You are meant to be asleep?”

“& you aren’t meant to bug your own room & record me”

“Fair enough, but I don’t play fair.” Dave cackles. His fingers & thumbs go inside your waist band & your silk knickers leave your body, your knees raise & then Dave pushes them apart, exposing your sex to him. “Ooh fuck baby, dripping & ready.” He flings his tshirt off, his rock hard chest & abs always a delight to see.

“I want you to pretend I’m not here & start to use this” Dave says flicking through the 10 different functions on the toy. He stops at number 5 wondering how that would get anyone off at all. “I can even turn the lights out & pretend…” he’s leaning over your body caressing it & he runs the vibrator near your nipples & you grab it, which stops him in his words.

“Ooh no I want you to see Dave” you quickly hit the button to get it to setting 2 the medium one”this will get me going” & so you start to stimulate yourself with the small toy. Dave watches in wonder. He’s never see anyone use such a small toy before. Often he’s seen women use much bigger ones but the second you start hissing & gasping a smile comes across his face, watching your cunt, finger & vibrator get slicker.

“Wow, look at you” he licks his lips. “It’s a shame really, my cock isn’t for your cunt, not tonight anyhow”

“Mmmmmm” it’s an almost question leaving your mouth as you switch it to a pulsing rhythm moving the toy in circular motion over your clit.

“If the mission goes well tomorrow. I’ll fuck your cunt all night long, you’ll wish to always be my fake wife on mission.” He gets off the bed & comes & stands to where your head is almost hanging off the bed. “No tonight..” he undoes his draw string of his running shorts “…tonight is all about that sparkling clean minty fresh mouth of yours…” the shorts & briefes are dropped down around his ankles. Your eye flutter & are a gasp as to how big & meaty his penis is. You almost drop your vibrator in excitement. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth so you can’t moan” & he gets in a stance & pulls your head over the edge of the bed.

“Dave, your your…”

“Take it like a good girl” your eyes are looking up at his cock balls & arsehole. He’s on his tip toes. That large hand stroke his cock a few times before he lowers himself on to the flats of his feet & guide the cock straight into your mouth & down the back of your throat. You gag instantly & this makes Dave moan. “Oooh baby, gagging will just make me go down your throat further.” He withdraws slightly but not all the way out of your mouth. He can see your hand has slowed down with the toy, but he can also see all the saliva coating his cock. This make shin twitch you can feel it in your mouth. He plunges his cock back into your mouth. “You gotta work for this too girl, don’t let me be the only one trying.” You take the hand that’s not pleasuring you & you grab his thigh & start to move & bob your head towards him as he bounces, gagging a lot. His hands are on your shoulders, & he closes his eyes each time you gag. But Dave wants to keep his eye on your cunt as well. You’re now at the max setting, he can feel the bed reverb a little. It’s exciting him. Your body is taking so much of him.

“Next time we do this we record it, I wish we could both properly see the way your body is twitching.” Dave groans. He’s so far down your throat, you’re wondering if you might not be able to cope for much longer. Your gagging & spluttering just keeps making him move harder & faster, & the more he does this the more your hand & the vibrator stimulate you.

“You’re so fucking good, best fake wife ever, taking my cock, letting me go almost balls deep, fucking yourself. Your girlfriend is so lucky” he’s almost growling his grip getting tighter on your shoulders. He’s gonna cum soon & so are your. The vibrator is at its most powerful & your hips are stuttering. You can’t moan or say a thing, your mouth full, so at your point of orgasm your long finger nails dig into his thigh. Dave yelps & withdraw slightly & you gasp for a small amount of air & your pleasure takes over. Your drop the sodden toy & your dripping hand from your arousal join the other hand on Dave’s other thigh to finish him off. As your come down 3 thrusts later he spills straight down your throat. Hot ropes of cum past your taste buds to start with as he’s gone past that point but eventually as he withdraws you can taste the tang of his cum. He did even give you a chance to spit, your mouth & throat are now coated, & he is now empty.

He sits down next to you nude on the bed so he can get his breath back & you kneel up rest your head on his shoulder.

“Good girl” he says gasping for his own breath as his hand goes to your clit to swipe up your own juices. You moan at his touch & then look as he licks those fingers clean.

“Good head” you reply & smirk & nip at his ear lobe, he turns to face you & smirks.

“I some how don’t think that is toothpaste” Dave jokes as he takes his thumb & trails it across your lips, getting the few splattering of his cum that escaped. He doesn’t need to ask you suck that thumb clean, you do it instinctively. He smacks you on the bum as a reward, before then getting dressed in his running gear agains, finally putting his shoes on this time.

“So what will you do while I’m out tonight?” Dave asks “after the way your body twitched, I doubt you’ll be giving yourself more pleasure” he says as he grabs his head phones.

“Depends” you say as you find your nightdress & slip it back on. You make sure to bend over when you pick it up, you’ve not put your knickers on yet. “I might face time my girlfriend, tell her about my deep undercover mission & how it’s going,” Dave smiles at that. You saying this puts you both in your place that this is a mission treat & wont be continued when you’re back Home. “But I do need to clean up first, my teeth need another clean”

“Maybe next time we go on a mission like this I’ll use your tooth paste” Dave chuckles.

“& get us into this situation again?” You respond as you head to the bathroom & turn on the light. His face drops before he here’s the hum of your electric tooth brush thinking that was the only time he’d have you ever. You then slowly pop your head around the corner & say just before he leaves “yea I’d be up for that”. The smirk behind your eyes has you both knowing that peppermint toothpaste will now both take you to naughty places that only exist when you are being a fake couple.

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[whataperfectwasteoftime]

Reckless

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Rating: E (Smut, 18+)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Oral sex (f receiving), PIV sex (protected), body insecurities, sexual dysfunction (trouble orgasming), Dave York being a fucking Menace, use of vibrators, fingering, cockwarming if you squint, 

Summary: Letting a strange man buy you a drink isn’t something you’d normally do, but once again, you’re going through your reckless phase. You also wouldn’t normally let him guide you to a quieter booth, sitting too close and talking in your ear, with one finger occasionally grazing your shoulder, just enough to cause you goosebumps. You especially wouldn’t invite said near-stranger back to your place after several more drinks and a surprisingly deep conversation about love and loss, but like you said–reckless.

A/N: Did I have an idea, create a word doc, write 3.5k, and then post in the same day? Yes, yes I did. This is basically “What if All the Time in the World, except with Dave York?” Partly inspired by @foli-vora ’s recent Dave fic, which made me feel feelings and I had to put those feelings somewhere, so here’s… some feelings. I apologize for any errors, this was written in 5 hours and yeeted into the world.

Masterlist

He’s different from anyone you’ve been with before.

That’s kind of the point–after your divorce, you feel reckless and impulsive. You want to do things that scare you.

Dave York scares you.

All you know about him is that he works for the Government; although in what capacity, he won’t say, and you don’t ask. The tone in which he forms the word–Government–gives you the feeling that he couldn’t tell you even if you had asked.

It’s rather cliche–you meet at a bar, both of you apparently drinking alone (another thing that used to scare you). You can’t keep your eyes off of the well-built, handsome stranger with a perfect cupid’s bow and piercing stare. Those dark eyes meet yours from across the bar top, and you know you’re already done for.

Letting a strange man buy you a drink isn’t something you’d normally do, but once again, you’re going through your reckless phase. You also wouldn’t normally let him guide you to a quieter booth, sitting too close and talking in your ear, with one finger occasionally grazing your shoulder, just enough to cause you goosebumps. You especially wouldn’t invite said near-stranger back to your place after several more drinks and a surprisingly deep conversation about love and loss, but like you said–reckless.

Dave is intense; he consumes you. The moment the door latches behind you, he pulls you in close and kisses you. It’s been a long time since your last first kiss, and the novelty of it makes you gasp softly into his mouth. Dave doesn’t spend a long time tentatively exploring your lips. When your lips part, he’s there immediately, licking into your mouth, pressing his thumb against the hinge of your jaw to open you further. Dave takes. You don’t realize he’s pushing you backwards until your shoulders hit the wall with another little exhalation of pleasure. His hands grip your hips and your fingers dig into his chest, gripping the collar of his too-crisp dress shirt and causing it to wrinkle.

He’s moving too fast and you like that. You like that his fingers are already teasing the bare skin under the waistband of your pants. You like that his teeth are nipping at your lower lip with a dark chuckle. You like that you can feel his thick length pressing against you where you’re pinned to the wall.  You like it when he finally breaks the kiss, his lips trailing across your jaw and over to the shell of your ear, where he husks, “Show me your bedroom, baby girl.”

Breathlessly, you do as Dave asks, walking the path from your hallway to your bedroom in a daze. Part of you is starting to question whether this is really a good idea, but then his hands are at the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head, and you forget to ask yourself again.

“Beautiful,” Dave murmurs, and you blink up at him in surprise. He doesn’t seem like a particularly soft man, or an affectionate man, but his attention is overpowering, the way his gaze rakes over your chest with unabashed hunger.

In return, your hands fumble with the buttons on his shirt, opening one, two, three, before Dave takes over, undoing the remaining four, and yanking the shirt out of his dress pants and over his shoulders before discarding it on your floor.  

Your breath stutters as you look at him–his broad shoulders, thick chest, and slightly, deliciously soft belly. His physique clearly wasn’t earned at a gym, but with work, which makes you wonder again, in the back of your mind, what exactly this man does for the government. Whatever he does, it’s earned him a strong, but not overly-muscled chest and arms that have no business being that thick. You subconsciously lick your lips as Dave unbuckles his belt and undoes the button on his pants, and your eyes trace the little trail of hair down, down, down to the waistband of his underwear.

Dave sees you looking, and he smiles–a smug, self-satisfied quirk of his lips–before he suddenly kneels down in front of you and swiftly yanks your pants halfway down your legs, causing a startled yelp of surprise to fall from your lips. 

“Shhh,” Dave teases, his smirk widening as he draws your pants down one leg, then the other, letting you step out of them. You feel a little awkward and ungainly standing before him in just your underwear, but all too soon he's pushing you back on the bed, covering your body with his and kissing you again. 

Dave kisses a path down your body, interspersed with little nips of his teeth that make you squirm and whimper. When he reaches your underwear, he presses his nose to the fabric and inhales, and your eyes go wide as your lips part in silent surprise. Oh, he’s filthy. You’re questioning whether you may have bitten off more than you can chew with this man, but before he drags the fabric down your legs, those dark, intense eyes meet yours again.

“Yes or no, baby girl.”

The question (even though it’s not phrased as one) makes you feel more at-ease than you have all night. It’s been so long, and Dave can clearly sense your nerves, but his final check-in causes all the tension to seep out of your body. You can see it in his eyes–if you said ‘no’ in this moment, the man would stop, even though his eyes are dark with lust and his mouth is hovering just a hair’s breadth away from your pussy. 

You feel no sense of apprehension when you answer, “Yes.”

Dave devours you. Your eyes flutter closed and your mouth opens again in a silent scream as he dives into your pussy like a man starved. He’s the perfect combination of rough and gentle, mixing little flicks of his tongue against your clit with long licks inside your cunt. His nose presses tantalizingly on your clit every time he does the latter, and you’d be self-conscious except he’s groaning as he eats you, his fingertips digging into your hips as he pulls you harder onto his face. 

It feels incredible. It’s filthy and messy and depraved and you’ve never had anyone consume you so greedily. You can feel the wetness dripping out of you, the way your pussy clenches and your hips flex against him.

You’ll never be able to come like this, but it doesn’t matter–no one’s ever made you feel this good without a vibrator before and the fact that your body won’t cooperate during sex has never felt less important. Who cares? Dave is licking you as if he’ll never get enough and all you want is for this man–who still scares you a little–to put you on your knees and fuck you like a whore. If he fucks with even half of the enthusiasm with which he’s currently ravishing your pussy, you’re going to be screaming into the mattress for half the night, whether you come or not. 

“D-Dave, fuck–” you gasp out. “Wow, you–you’re really–will you fuck me? I–I want you to fuck me.”

Dave pulls off of your clit with a wet pop, looking up at you with wide eyes and parted lips with the evidence of your desire shining all over them. 

“Oh yeah?” Dave asks. “Insatiable girl,” he teases. “Good. I like that.”

He sits up on his knees and shucks his unbuttoned pants down his legs, along with his underwear. “Condom?” 

Nodding, you reach over to your drawer and pull out the box that you’d recently purchased on a whim. It’s still unopened, something that makes Dave’s eyes glimmer with amusement as you hand it to him. You watch with your heart in your throat as he tears open the foil packet and rolls it onto his cock. Holding your gaze, he spits down on it, slicking his hand back and forth a few times to coat himself. 

“Oh, shit,” you breathe. Yeah, you may have bitten off more than you can chew with Dave York, but you’re past the point of caring, now. You scramble up and turn around, getting on your knees and wiggling your hips playfully. 

“Really?” Dave asks, his voice low and positively dripping with lust. “Mmm, I like a girl that knows what she wants. You want me to fuck you like this?” 

At your frantic nod, Dave notches himself at your entrance. “Good,” he growls. “I want to watch you drooling on your sheets, drunk on my cock.” 

You whine frantically as you feel Dave enter you, dragging slowly against your walls and making you feel every ridge before seating himself fully in you. When he starts to move–slowly, at first, then picking up speed–you cry out against the onslaught of his cock. Before long, you’re giving him exactly what he’d asked for–drooling and cock-drunk, your fingers clutching the sheets as he pounds into you. 

“Fuck, you like this, huh?” Dave asks teasingly from behind you.

“Y-yes–” you cry out. “Yes, yeah–”

“Need it rough, just like this?”

“Please,” you answer, your voice breaking as Dave hits something devastating inside of you.

For not the first time, you really do wish you could come like this. It would probably feel so good, clenching around his cock while he drills into you. It’s just not something you’ve ever been able to do, and at this point in your life, you’ve pretty much made peace with it. Sex is still good–great, even, especially tonight–and fun, and you enjoy it. If Dave doesn’t stay (you don’t really expect him to), you’ll finish yourself off afterward (maybe a few times) with your vibrator to the memory of his cock inside you, and how utterly full you felt. 

Dave’s hand reaches around to your clit, rubbing little circles around it. “Cum for me, baby girl, let me feel how tight this pretty pussy gets.”

You fake it.

The pleasure isn’t faked, not in the slightest–the way you scream and writhe for him, the way your hands grasp uselessly at the sheets as he hits the perfect spot over and over–none of that is an act. You feel incredible, Dave feels incredible, this is the best sex you’ve had in years. 

You’re just… not coming. You can’t. 

You purposefully clench around his cock a few times for effect. It’s not like Dave hasn’t earned this–with anyone else, he probably could have made them come three times already, the way this man fucks. 

Dave stills inside you. At first, you assume he came too. You give him a happy, satisfied, “Oh, wow,” but when you turn to look back at him lazily, his eyes are sharp and assessing.

“You didn’t cum,” he says frankly.

Heart pounding, you argue back. “Yes I did.”

“No.” Dave answers, a crease forming between his eyebrows as his frown deepens. “No, you didn’t.”

You swallow. For a few moments, it’s an awkward standoff. Dave’s expression is somewhere between confused and offended, and you don’t really know what to say to make it better. When you bite your lower lip in worry, Dave’s confusion grows.

“Is there something wrong?”

You shake your head rapidly. “No! I mean–no. Nothing’s wrong, I just–um–” you trail off, not sure what to say to fix this moment.

“You faked it,” Dave murmurs. “Why?”

“I–I don’t know.”  The little tingle of apprehension you’d felt for this man at the bar has returned: Dave York scares you a little.

“You don’t know,” Dave repeats. “You faked it, but you don’t know why. Did you think you needed to satisfy my ego, was that it?”

You panic, trying to backtrack. “No–I mean yes, but no! Hang on. It’s just that–I can’t.”

“You can’t.”

“I can’t.” 

“You can’t… cum?”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah. Exactly.”

Dave nods slowly. “So you… faked it.”

“I was enjoying it, really I was,” you say truthfully. “I loved it, it’s not you, I’ve never been able to. Ever. I still like sex.”

Dave’s expression softens visibly; the little crease disappearing completely as he looks down at you. “Not even by yourself?” he asks. “With toys?”

“No, I can with those,” you nod. “I just can’t during sex.”

“So you can,” Dave says, arching one eyebrow.

“I mean… yes? But like I said, just by myself, and not during–”

“Has anyone ever really tried?”

“Sometimes,” you answer with a noncommittal shrug. “It’s just not worth it, it takes forever. There’s too much else going on during sex, it’s like I can’t concentrate.”

Dave’s lips curl into a small smile. It’s different from the ones you’ve seen so far. The smiles previously could all be classified as smirks. This one is fond, soft even. His amusement isn’t at your expense, it’s more as if he finds the entire situation… cute. 

Dave slips from you, and a protest is immediately at your lips.

“Shit, I’m sorry, please–”

You think, for one horrifying moment, that Dave is going to pull on his clothes and leave. Instead, he opens your bedside table drawer and starts rifling through it. 

“I–hey!” you cry out indignantly, turning around, but Dave is already pulling out one of your vibrators with a triumphant look.

“You don’t fake it with me,” Dave states simply. “If you’re able to cum by yourself,  you can do it with me. Get back on your knees.”

You stare at Dave, not moving. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I’m telling you, it’s not–”

“On your knees, baby girl,” Dave repeats, much quieter. 

Your mouth snaps shut, and you nod, turning back around without any further protests.

Dave spits on his cock again, then smears the remainder around your pussy, keeping you as wet as possible for him. You wait for the tip of his cock to notch at your entrance, but instead of his thick length, you feel the slightly-cold, buzzing metal of the little bullet vibrator swirling around, collecting your slick before moving up to your clit. 

Dave doesn’t give you his cock–not yet. He makes you wait. He teases your clit with the little vibe, and when you aren’t expecting it, one finger teases your entrance. He slides it back and forth, not going any deeper than the first knuckle. It feels surprisingly good, just this soft touch. When you’re whimpering slightly and squirming for more, Dave finally slides the finger fully inside you.

“You just need a little extra attention, isn’t that right?” Dave coos. 

He fucks you with it slowly, rhythmically, letting you anticipate the speed of each thrust. It’s surprisingly effective at building you up. You close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling. Just the one finger inside you is delicious, but you want more, you want his cock again.

“Fuck me,” you entreat softly, but Dave only makes a little tutting noise behind you.

“You’ll take what I give you, baby girl,” Dave murmurs. “I’ll give you my cock when you’re ready, I promise.”

“I’m ready, you were already fucking me,” you argue back indignantly.

“You’re ready when I say you are,” Dave remarks coolly, and you stop protesting.

He works you up until you’re trembling with desire, a little sheen of sweat on your temples as the pleasure builds. It takes a while, of course–but Dave pursues your pleasure with relentless determination. Your orgasm starts to feel inevitable, and your mouth falls open in surprise as your hips start to lock into place.

“Dave, I–oh, shit–D-Dave–”

“That’s it,” Dave murmurs. “Cum for me, I fucking told you you could, let me feel it.”

You fall apart around his finger with a whine, and Dave makes a low sound in his throat.

“What did I say, hmm? Just because you need a little extra attention doesn’t mean you can’t.”

Dave keeps the vibrator on your clit until you’re squirming with overstimulation, and then, you finally feel the tip of his cock notching at your entrance. 

“Don’t need to spit on it now, do I?” Dave remarks smugly. “You’re soaked.” 

“Please–” is all you manage to get out before he sheathes himself completely with one swift motion.

“And now,” Dave says, bending forward to give you a little kiss on your shoulder blade–a move that’s far too tender for a one night stand–before turning the vibrator up to its highest setting. “You’re going to cum around my cock.”

This is the part that you can’t do. You can’t focus on the pleasure when a cock is pounding into you, you just can’t, as much as you want to. There’s too much unpredictability, too much that’s not in your control.

“I don’t know if I can, with the–with the—all the moving,” you confess. “It’s too much, it always has been.”

Dave makes a little hum of understanding. “That’s not a problem,” he says frankly. “Just keep it warm until you cum all over it.”

You don’t have any response, so you simply drop your head onto your forearms and surrender to the feel of the vibrator buzzing against your clit while Dave’s thick cock is inside you.

“I’m gonna stay hard just with all those little noises you’re giving me, sweet thing,” Dave coos. “All these sweet little noises, and I’ve got you trembling, don’t I? You feel that? Your legs are shaking.”

It’s true–your whole body feels as if it’s vibrating with pleasure. You whimper into the pillows and focus on the feeling of fullness–the same feeling that you were going to touch yourself to the thought of later, later–but now the little vibrator is buzzing insistently against your clit and Dave’s cock is hot and heavy inside of you. 

Again, it takes time, but Dave is ruthlessly patient. True to his word, he doesn’t move a muscle inside you, and his cock stays hard as he watches you writhe below him on the bed. You don’t know how long he stays like this, but suddenly, you feel the telltale heat start to rise up the back of your spine.

“Dave,” you whisper. “Dave, it’s–”

“Louder,” Dave commands. “Give it to me.”

Your cries increase in volume as the pressure inside you finally snaps and you squeeze his cock over and over and over. Dave hisses at the feel of it and starts to move inside of you. The movement elicits aftershock after overwhelming aftershock, and you find yourself begging for him to go harder, faster, please, Dave, and of course he obliges, snapping his hips into you as you go limp, a little ragdoll being fucked into the mattress.

“Told you I was going to have you drooling and cock-drunk by the time the night is over,” Dave says with a smirk. “Look at you. I wish you could see yourself right now–I should take a picture next time.”

The sentence worms its way in among the fog in your brain. Next time?

“Let this be a lesson to you, baby girl,” Dave growls. “You do. Not. Fake. It. With. Me.” Each word is punctuated by another devastating thrust. “Say it.”

“I won’t–” you agree. “Won’t fake it with you.”

“Good,” Dave responds, his voice starting to sound more and more breathless as his end approaches. “What a fucking waste if you did, the way this pussy squeezes my cock. You can’t fucking fake that.”

With that, Dave’s hips finally stutter and he comes with a deep groan.  You realize that you’re still trembling–an effect of the far-too-intense sex for simply a one-night stand. You’re feeling vulnerable. Too vulnerable. With a shaky breath, you pitch forward onto your stomach with a sigh. The fact that your head is hidden in your forearms is simply a coincidence, an inevitable result of being in this position. Not because you don’t want to watch him pick up his clothes, mumble something like “Thanks,” and leave. Nope.

You hear the telltale sounds of Dave moving without looking–taking off the condom, throwing it in the trash, grabbing a few tissues from the box on the table and wiping himself off–

“Oh!” you exclaim softly at the feel of him gently wiping you clean with a few tissues. “Thanks.”

“Turn over,” Dave says, and why can you never seem to disobey this man when he asks you to do anything?

You blink up at him dumbly, feeling small. 

“Do you like breakfast?”

You frown in confusion. “Do I… like–?”

“Breakfast,” Dave finishes for you. “There’s a place not too far from here that I’ve been to before–ever been to the Jumping Bean Diner?”

“I—no.”

“They’ve got good coffee,” Dave says. “I’ll take you there tomorrow?” He raises one eyebrow in question. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that the man looked almost vulnerable.

Slowly, you nod. “Yeah,” you agree. “Let’s do that.”

Dave smiles–the second non-smirk you’ve seen from him all evening–and presses a soft kiss to your lips. 

“Good,” he says simply.

Letting a near-stranger you’d just met at a bar hold you close all night long isn’t something you’d normally do, but once again, you’re going through a reckless phase. You also wouldn’t normally let him lazily eat you out at seven in the morning with a vibrator pressed insistently on your clit, or buy you coffee and a massive plate of apple-stuffed french toast afterwards, but hey, like you said—reckless.

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[onmysluttyknees]

Stockholm's Syndrome.

Chapter 3

Pairing: Dave York x female reader.

Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.

⚠️⚠️⚠️Warning! This is a fic about Dave York. Dave York comes with his own warning so do not say I didn't warn you. ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Words: about 2.5K

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Masterlist ✨

After last time, when he had snuck into your apartment and woken you up by going down on you before fucking you senseless, you thought maybe you’d see him soon again. But you hadn’t seen or heard from Dave in days, which had you in a funk. Not that you had any way of contacting him. Though you suspected he might have your phone number, he had his way with things. And he was unlike any other man you had ever been with.

But today was your birthday, and you had invited some friends over for dinner and drinks. Everyone had already arrived, the music was pumping, and the food was all prepped and laid out. Although you quickly realized you didn’t have enough chairs for everyone if they wanted to sit down.

“Eat and drink; I’m just going to pop down to the basement to get some more chairs real quick. I’ll be back in a second,” you said before taking a sip of your drink and walking out of your apartment, skipping down the stairs to the basement, where your storage room was.

You opened the door to your storage but had difficulty finding the light switch. You let your hand slide over the wall in the dark until you found it, and that’s when you saw him.

Dave was there, in your storage room.

“What the heck are you doing here?” You were confused. But before he answered or you could say anything else, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the tiny room, locking the door behind you.

“I wanted to wish you a happy fucking birthday. Now, why don’t you let me give you your present?" He said it with a dark gleam in his eyes, and a devilish smirk spread across his lips as he leaned in and kissed you hard. He hadn’t kissed you before. His lips crashed against yours with such need and urgency. Slanting across yours, molding his lips against yours. His tongue licked along your bottom lip, asking for entry, and you granted it immediately. Parting your lips to let him in.

His hands roamed all over your body, gripping you tightly and pushing you harder against him. You could feel his growing erection through your thin dress as his lips continued their assault on yours, his tongue licking into your mouth, tasting you, and mapping your mouth.

Gripping one of your legs, he hoisted it up and around his waist. The other hand moved in between you and slid your panties to the side before he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Reaching in, he pulled out his now fully hard cock and dragged it through your already wet lips before he plunged inside in one hard thrust. You had been thinking about him all day, wondering when you would get to see him again. And each time you thought about him, your pussy ached. Ached to be stretched and filled up by his perfect cock. Ached and wet for him just thinking about him. And now he was here, giving you what you wanted. What you needed

“Fuck,” he groaned as he leaned his head against your shoulder and took a moment to steady himself. “Fucking your tight pussy is all I’ve been able to think about all fucking day.” He said, between thrusts as he began to move in and out of your slick pussy.

“But how did you know it was my birthday?” You asked, your words poured out of you as he began pumping into you.

“I know everything about you…your every move…who you talk to," he punched out as he thrust harder into you.

You should be scared; you really should. But for the life of you, you weren’t. Quite the opposite, the fact that he was checking up on you—well, let’s call it what it is, spying on you. It turned you on more than you cared to admit, even to yourself.

A knock at the door startled you, and you froze. He put a hand over your mouth to stop the moans from escaping as he continued to thrust into you, never once faltering in his pace.

“Hey birthday girl, do you need help? Is everything  okay?"Carrie, a friend from work, asked through the door. The door handle rattled as she tried to open the locked door. But Dave had locked it, so it didn’t budge.

He leaned in really close and whispered,

“I am going to keep on fucking you even harder, and I need you to tell her you’re okay. We don’t want your friends worrying over you having a dangerous criminal filling this delicious, tight pussy of yours, do we?”

It wasn’t a question, though; despite your limited time spent with this man, you knew from the tone in his voice that he wasn’t expecting you to answer him. The light in the ceiling flickered before it went out, and darkness fell upon you both. He reached behind him and turned on the light on his flashlight.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just moving things around to get to the chairs, I’ll be up in a moment,” you called out, trying to sound as normal as you could while Dave kept thrusting into you, hard and deep, hitting that sweet spot deep inside with ease each time that had your legs trembling and your release building deep with each thrust.

“Okay,see you back up there in a bit then,” she said, and you both listened as you heard her move away from the door and walk back upstairs, the door slamming shut behind her, telling you you were again alone down there.

“Fuck, Dave, you feel so good,” you mewled when he dropped his hand from your mouth, and a deep moan followed.

“Do not make a sound, or I won’t let you cum,” he warned.

Despite the only light in the tiny space being what was emanating from his flashlight, the darkness in his eyes almost made you forget how to think, never mind breathe.

He picked up his pace, thrusting harder and forcing you to bite down on your lip, so keep from making any sounds. The only noise in the small space was skin slapping against skin and the low groans coming from him as he kept ramming his cock into you.

 “This pussy is mine. And you, you are mine,” he said through clenched teeth.

He bottomed out, his hips slammed against yours, and you moaned. Your heart beat a little faster when you heard him say those words, but you didn't know how to respond. He plunged into you at a frantic pace. Diving into you hard and deep with each thrust. With the intensity of it all, you squeezed your eyes shut as the final thread snapped and sent you over the edge. Your orgasm raced through you. Stars burst behind your eyes, and a whimper left your lips. His hips stuttered and his moves got sloppy. He was pressing deep into you and muttering your name as your pussy clenched down hard around him.

Your orgasm ripped through you with such force that you threw your head back and inadvertently smacked your head against the shelves behind you. You winced slightly but pushed the pain aside when he gripped your chin with one hand to angle your face up to his, and he kissed you long and hard. His other hand found its way between your bodies and down to your clit, pressing against it with skilled moves and pulling another orgasm from you before the first one had even subsided completely. He withdrew his hand from your pussy and lifted it up to his mouth, and sucked them clean. A sly smirk played on his lips as he locked eyes with you.

“You taste fucking deliciosus,” he said before his hand came down to grab your ass as he continued to ram you hard. The one hand not holding onto your ass roamed and gripped at anything and everything. His fingers curled into your dress, pulling you closer to him. He made you feel like you were someone to be worshiped. But you knew what this was. This was just him coming over to stake his claim and take what he wanted. He would not come with you back up to the party. You doubted you would ever get to introduce him to your friends. Your friends, who had begun to ask questions about the increasing marks and bruises he would leave all over your body. Some you could easily hide, and some, no matter how hard you tried, no makeup in the world could hide. Only a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater could. But that in itself would raise suspicion since it was summer and only a weirdo would wear that when it was 98 degrees on a good day and 107 on a bad day the last few weeks.

Your pussy clamped down on his throbbing cock again, and with a final thrust, he too let go. He bit down on your shoulder, yet leaving another mark on you as he filled you up with his cum. Only then did you realize he hadn’t put on a condom this time. You looked down to where you were joined and then looked up at him. You were not sure what to say, but you had to say something. He had not yet noticed, as far as you could tell.

“Did you just..." you asked, panting heavily. You tried to steady your breathing and your racing thoughts as you looked at him before looking back down between the two of you.

“Fuck,” he repeated as he stilled, still balls deep inside you. “Shit! I didn’t mean to do that. Are you on the pill or something?” He asked and pulled out of you quickly. It's too late for that. You thought sarcastically, but you collected your thoughts before you answered him.

"Yes, I’m on the pill; we’re good. It’s fine,” you said, trying to smooth over the situation and not make him panic or hightail it out of there. He pulled out of you with a soft groan.

“Either way, I shouldn’t have done that; fuck, that was reckless of me, but I can’t seem to think clearly when it comes to you. You have bewitched me, body and soul. I crave to be near you all the goddamn time.” He looked at you for a long moment, then down to your legs, where his cum had begun to trickle down your thighs.

Reaching down, he dragged his fingers through it and raised his hand up to your mouth, motioning for you to open it. Your chest heaved with labored breaths, but you did as he asked. Always so willing to please him and to do anything he asked. He was a thief—a thief that had already stolen your heart—and you were his willing victim.

“But I can’t say I don’t like the sight of me dripping out of that sweet pussy of yours, my pussy,” he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. He placed his fingers on your tongue. Wrapping your tongue around his thick digits, you licked and sucked them clean. The saltiness of him, mixed with your own juices on your tongue, sent a surge through your body. And you wanted to taste him directly from the source.

“I like it too; now I will have to get back to my party with your cum soaking my panties for the rest of the night. Maybe next time, though, I can have this big cock of yours in my mouth?” You asked gently before you readjusted your panties back over your swollen lips, not letting another drop of cum leak out of you down your thighs.

“That can definitely be arranged if you are a good girl. Now, how about you show me what a good girl you are and get back to your party before another friend of yours comes looking for you.” He cleaned himself up with a towel he found on one of the shelves before he pulled his pants back up and ushered you out of the storage with the chairs you had come down to get in the first place before he sidetracked you into having sex in your storage room. That definitely was a first for you, not that you had any remarks about it, except perhaps that it ended too soon, but you wouldn’t tell him that. He had gone out of his way to get to you on your birthday, to, in his own words “give you a present”. It sure was the best present you had received in a long time.

“Dave?” You asked as you looked back at him.

“Yes?” He questioned, stopping his movements towards the backdoor.

“How do I get in contact with you? I mean, like, can I call you or such some day?” You looked down at your feet before looking back up at him. Not sure if it was even okay to ask this. He apparently knew everything about you, but you knew next to nothing about him. He walked back over to where you were standing, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.

“How about I text you later?” He asked before kissing you once more, then turning. You watched as he walked out the back door before you walked back up again to rejoin your friends. The rest of the night, your mind kept replaying the events in the basement; he had called you his. What did he mean by that? Each time you shifted in your chair, you felt the wetness in your panties, a reminder that it had not been a dream and that he had in fact fucked you senseless just hours ago before again slipping away into the night. And left you behind, waiting and wondering when and if he’d come back or if he would text as he had said he would. Not that you had given him your number. But he had his ways; you were sure he already had it.

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Desired Punishment Series

This is Dark Dave York series with some pretty dark smut, please please read all warnings. Dave's marriage is a cover and reader is the newly hired nanny for the York family. Reader lives to mess with Dave in his own home with the hope of "punishment" later.

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Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader

Chapter 1: First Encounter Office Hours

Chapter 2: Kitchen at Dawn

Chapter 3: Morning Run coming soon

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