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Hi honey! I don't remember if I sent in my request or not.

But it was Dave York-#96 from smut prompt list.

96. “I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands of me.”

Love you! Congratulations again!🤭

Jenny you originally sent this in for my 1k follower celebration, but I thought it would be better used for the My Best Friend's Dad series, and holy shit I'm so glad I saved it for this.

MBFD One-Shot: Obsessed

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 4k (on the dot, oof)

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, dry humping, degradation, oral (m receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, rough sex, brief mention of anal sex, and a wet dream

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A/N: This is a dream David has when he spends the night at reader’s house in Chapter Seven: Sweet To Me (;

My lovelies, I am so sorry for not posting this yesterday. I made the mistake of watching the new Jeffrey Dahmer documentary while trying to write this and, yeah… not a good mix. But now it’s here! I hope you enjoy!

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“Please David? Please?”

He turns his head, looking over to you. Still resting his back against the headboard of his bed, he feels… perplexed. You’re wearing nothing but your pretty, soft, lavender panties, along with a simple, white bralette. Your hair is down, beautifully so, flowing around your face and over your shoulders. It’s mesmerizing to him, your gorgeous figure, your heavenly smile. You’re like a siren, calling him out to sea. He shouldn’t do this with you, it’s what he thought the first time he kissed you. That sinful sense, that feeling of taboo still lingers between the two of you. But it doesn’t deter either one of you, it only serves to excite you.

“Please what, princess?” he asks with genuine curiosity.

“Let me touch you.” comes your immediate response, teeth nibbling on your lower lip. “Please… daddy.”

“Oh…” that fucking word, he sighs audibly at the sound of you saying it. “You want to touch me?”

You’re crawling toward him over the side of the bed, slowly making your way to his lap. He watches in awe as you finally approach him, his eyes glued to your angelic face. Swinging your leg over both of his own, you settle your center just above his. With natural ease, both of David’s hands fall to your hips, fingers sliding along the crease of your thighs as they flex slightly beneath him.

“Sweetheart,” he sighs, the sound rough and low beneath a quickly forming and incredibly sinister grin.

“You’re all I think about, daddy.” you sigh, running a finger down his chest. You then lean in, bumping your nose softly with his. “I love how you feel, how you taste…”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod, grinning before him. “Inside my mouth, in my pussy… have you ever wondered how it’ll feel if you put it… somewhere else?”

“Oh, fuck.” his jaw falls slack as he sighs, lips parting slightly at the mere thought of it. He’s fantasized about the act before, fucking your ass, but he’s never talked to you about doing it.

“I just want to feel you, daddy.” your hands run up his chest, along his shoulders and neck. “Wanna feel your body, make you feel good.”

David’s chest inhales deeply, that same breath exhaled with force. It’s only been a few minutes, and you’ve somehow managed to really rile him up.

“Can I suck on you, daddy?” Finally, you tell him what’s on your mind.

“Oh Jesus, baby.” he rolls his eyes dramatically, your request sending an erotic shock through his system. “Really?”

“Really.” you confirm with a smirk.

“Hm,” he sighs again, tilting his head to the side.

He’s never seen you like this before; you’re all over him. He knows how attractive you find him, but you’ve never acted like this before. It surprised him at first but now, it’s starting to fill him with an incredible sense of confidence, of dominance.

“I want you, please.” you whine out, blatantly gawking at his figure, your hands roaming his torso.

When you aren’t instantly granted your wish, you quietly whine. Your sound only makes him grin, your eyes innocent when they flash back up to his. Dave analyzes your features, the color of your hair, the shape of your mouth and eyes, the way your nose curves, the small pout to your smooth lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl,” he praises, his voice already raspy. And then he lifts his hand, placing it on the side of your jaw. “My pretty, whiny little girl.”

“Daddyyyyy,” it’s said as an impatient whimper, your eyes unmoving as they stare into his.

He looks so good like this, so mature and business-like. He’s dressed in his work attire, as if he’d just gotten home. His blue button-up, his black slacks, his jawline clean and hair styled nicely. It makes your mind run wild with thoughts, fantasies, every single one centered around him.

“I want you, I want you…”

Your hands slide up to his face, tilting your head to the side to kiss his jawline and neck. You can feel him smile beneath your lips, the pull on his mouth and the rise of his cheeks. As you continue to move, he tilts his head to the side for you, allowing you better access to the skin of his neck.

“You do, huh?” he asks you, speaking with confidence now. The rumble of his deep voice vibrates against your lips as they continue moving over his throat.

“Mhm,” you whine, mouth still focusing on him.

One of his hands leaves your backside, rising to pet your hair. It then lands on the back of your head, keeping your lips against his neck. And by the way you’re kissing him, sucking on him, he can tell they’ll be marks when he lets you back up.

“Tell me more,” Dave coos to you, the hand on your backside having its fair share of grabs. “Tell daddy all your slutty little thoughts… you know I love to hear them.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do,” he grins, licking his lower lip. He can already feel his excitement getting to him, a small pulsation now emanating from his groin.

“And maybe,” he adds on, “if you’re good enough for daddy, he’ll make each one come true.”

His words make you smile, arousal burning inside you. The air he now exudes is incredibly cocky. At first, he was unsure of what was happening, but now… he’s more than eager to listen to you; to use you.

“I want to touch you,” it’s hurried out, your mouth sliding over the tawny skin of his neck, your teeth scraping over him. “I want you in my mouth, wanna lick you, baby.”

Slightly, your hips move, rutting gently over him. And as soon as you do it, his other hand flies down your body, too. Both of David’s large palms squeeze your backside, fingers digging into your soft flesh.

“More, baby.” he urges you, shoving your hips over his crotch. “Tell daddy more.”

“I wanna suck on your tip, feel you throb on my tongue.” The hands that had been on his chest rise to either side of his handsome face, pressing your forehead to his as you grin.

“There you go.” he happily praises, leaning in to kiss you. But it’s only one, and it makes you release a disappointed sigh.

“Daddy, I want it, please.”

“I know you do,” David responds slowly. “And I’ll let you have it, sweetheart. Daddy’ll take care of his needy girl…”

Just barely, his fingertips slide forward, following the curve of your ass down to your pantyline. To his delight he finds you wet, those light purple panties becoming dark with your excitement. At this knowledge, he sucks in a helpless breath, ecstasy shivering through his limbs.

“Oh,” you gasp, feeling him spank you passionately with both hands.

“Tell daddy just how needy you are for him.” with force, he pulls your hips forward again, the thickness of him pushing against the fabric of his pants. “How needy your tight little cunt is.”

“Oh…” you gasp again, feeling his hands force you onto his lap over and over again.

“I said tell me.” he seethes, staring directly into your eyes.

“I’m needy, I’m needy for you.” you quickly comply, licking your lower lip.

Now of your own accord, your body moves against him, sliding back and forth over his hardening crotch. And your verbal and physical compliance makes him grin. The look on his face makes you timidly duck your head, resting it in the crook of his neck once again. Your arms loop around his neck as well, clinging to him while using his lap for stimulation.

“I know you need my cock; oh, baby, can’t you feel it throbbing? It’s throbbing for you, sweetheart.”

“Mhm,” you nod against him, gasping quietly. “I feel it, daddy.”

By now, the wetness growing between your legs has increased to the point that it’s staining his clothes. You’re leaking on him, and in turn, he’s leaking onto himself. He can’t take it, he can’t wait anymore.

David’s hands abruptly leave your backside, moving between your legs to fumble with his pants. It’s a sloppy maneuver, his hands hurrying to get his belt and zipper undone. But as soon as his pants are open, the thickness of him fills his hand, fingers gripping tightly.

“Oh…” he sighs, dropping his head back.

“Daddy…” you glance down, watching as he takes himself in hand.

By the time you look down he’s already stroking himself, his tip red and drooling profusely from your attention. He moans for you, still resting back against his headboard.

“Rub yourself against it, princess.” he suddenly demands, his words making your eyes return to his. “Make it wet for me.”

“Hm…” you giggle happily, glancing down as you lift your hips to move against him.

But the moment is interrupted when David abruptly grabs your face. Hand on your jaw once more, he forces you to look up at him, his fingers and thumb digging into your soft cheeks. It’s so sudden and harsh it makes you gasp, your sweet eyes looking into those dark and predatory orbs.

“I want you to look at me while you do it.” he tells you sternly, intensely, eyes black and cold.

“Okay daddy,” you immediately reply, heart pounding in your chest from his grip.

“Yeah…” slowly, he lifts his chin up and down, watching your pretty smile while you move. “Rub my cock through my clothes princess, play with it, feel it get hard for you.”

Your wet panties slide across his tip, and it makes him ache for you. You do as you’re told, too, your gaze only leaving his when your doe-like eyes decide to blink.

“Does that feel good, daddy?”

“Oh, yes baby.” he swallows thickly, licking his lip. “Yeah…”

“Oh…” you moan delicately, your head falling back to expose your neck. Ever so slightly, you puff out your chest, the beautiful curves inching closer to his face with every additional deep breath.

“That’s it sweetheart, sit on daddy’s lap and rut against my cock.” His voice is low, breathy. “Don’t forget to look at me with your desperate little eyes, baby girl.”

When you don’t respond in time, he grits his teeth, reaching up to grab your neck. “Are you listening to me, my sweet doll? Are you listening to daddy?”

“Yes,” you nod your head rapidly in response. “I won’t forget, daddy. I won’t look away.”

“That’s so good, princess. That’s so good… my pathetic little princess, humping daddy’s lap…”

The quicker your hip movements become, the more aggressive he gets. And that’s just what you want; he’s so incredibly sexy like this. How is it possible for him to praise and degrade you at the same time? And how is it possible for you to be fucking addicted to it?

“Show me how you do it, baby.” he breathlessly demands. The fingers on your throat loosen their hold, two of them creeping up to tug on your bottom lip. “Show daddy just how you like to suck on him.”

“Oh,” you barely have time to whimper before he’s shoving them into your mouth, an airy chuckle leaving his own.

You do your best to wrap your lips around his digits, feeling him slide them in and out. He can hear your wet sucks as you do it, can feel your tongue wiggle beneath the pads of his fingertips.

“Look at that… you’re already so cock dumb, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” rapidly, you nod, staring into his eyes while you suck on his fingers. And amidst all of this, you still haven’t stopped rolling your hips over his lap.

“Daddy’s dumb little doll.” he sighs, an arrogant half-smirk decorating his lips. When he hears your high sigh, he tilts his head, furrowing his brows slightly. “You like when daddy calls you names, babygirl?”

Again, all you can do is mumble around his fingers and nod. You want to speak, want so badly to verbally answer him, but you won’t. He didn’t tell you to.

“You look so fucking cute sucking on my fingers.” he lets out a hurried breath, giving his head one quick shake as he stares at your beautiful face.

“Fuck,” finally, he rips his fingers from your mouth. “Do it, baby. Go on, suck on daddy.”

His hands are pushing you off of him, forcing you backwards and onto the bed. Scrambling onto your hands and knees, you shimmy excitedly to the space between his legs. Without being prompted, you lean in, grabbing him gently as your tongue flicks over his foreskin.

“Fuck,” he seethes, his hips shivering slightly from the sensation.

Tugging down, you expose his tip, your soft lips now sucking it into your mouth.

“Oh my god,” Dave throws his head back, one hand flying to the top of your head. “Lick it baby,” he huffs out, his chest puffing out before deflating back down. “Lick my foreskin.”

“Hm, daddy…” you sigh, eyes fixed on him and only him.

You do as you’re told, sticking your tongue out and flattening it on the underside of him. Slowly, you drag it up, your wet tastebuds running across his foreskin.

“Yes,” he grunts, his fingers sinking into your hair. “Baby, that’s so good.”

While you intended to begin slow and sensual, David is too impatient for that pace. The hand he has on your head forces you down when you return to his tip, forcing you to take him whole. But you gag slightly, coming back up halfway.

“Come on, baby.” he encourages you, his other hand reaching out to cup your cheek. “You can fit more of daddy’s cock in your mouth; I know it.”

“Mm,” you gurgle around him, embarrassed to admit that you’re drooling already. But you give in, allowing his length to slide into your throat.

“Fuck,” Dave’s eyes pinch shut, feeling your slick throat suck him deeper inside.

He continues moaning, using his hand to bob your head up and down on his cock. And you let him use you like this; after all, it’s what you wanted.

“Oh princess,” he chuckles, now looking down. “Your pussy left a mess all over me.”

Neither of you had noticed until now, but there are dark patches all over the crotch of his work pants. Even though they’re black, you can see the wet splotches surrounding his zipper and button. The realization makes your insides burn and your cheeks feel hot, the sensations shooting straight to your center.

“Jesus Christ, fuck me…” looking further down, he can see your ass slightly in the air as you bend over his crotch. And as he continues pushing your head up and down, he can see your backside jiggle slightly with each move.

“Ngh,” he groans, yanking your hair up to pull you off of his crotch.

“Daddy?” you ask curiously, your breaths escaping you entirely.

David doesn’t answer you, he just surges forward to grab you. His hands immediately find your bra, sliding over the front cups and to the back to remove it. You allow it to slide down your arms, wanting nothing more than to show yourself to him.

“Let me see you,” he demands roughly, his large palms pawing at your chest once it’s exposed.

“Baby,” you hiss pleasurably, leaning into his touch.

He’s not timid or gentle, he’s taking what he needs from you.

“Turn around.”

You’re so wrapped up in the moment that you don’t totally compute what he just said; you’d been focusing on the way his chest moves, the veins protruding in his neck.

“You’re going to make daddy angry if you can’t listen.” he growls, grabbing your jaw once again. “I said… turn around.”

His hands drop to your hips before you say anything in response to him, urging you to move into the position he’s requested of you. And as soon as you do, he places a hand on the center of your back, shoving you down.

And that’s when he realizes where the two of you are. You’re in his master bedroom; Carol’s room.

Once you’re leaning on your elbows, you’re able to briefly gain your bearings. When you look up, you notice there’s a mirror in front. And as soon as you realize that, your eyes look higher up to see Dave kneeling behind you.

He side-steps out of his pants, tossing them onto a rug beside the bed. His eyes are staring at your body, hands rising to grab the tantalizing curves of your ass.

“Tell me,” he requests quietly, smoothing his hands over your cheeks. “Tell me how badly you need me to ruin you.”

“Ugh,” you groan, eyes rolling back at his brazen words.

“Look at how soaking you are at just the thought of it, just the thought of daddy putting it in you…” he drags the knuckles of his pointer finger up your seam, feeling your delicate muscles pulse from his touch.

“I’m, I, daddy…”

“Can’t even get your thoughts together, can you?” he teases, cocking his head in the mirror at you.

“Please.” is all you can manage to say.

Your head feels hazy, your chest sucking in desperate gulps of air as you wait rather impatiently for him. And you assume he’s going to demand more of you when he decides to shove his entire length into you.

“Fuck!” you cry out forcefully, your body rocking forward from the force of it.

As soon as he’s inside, he leans forward, reaching down to curl his fingers around your throat. With this leverage he hauls you up, pressing your back flush against his chest. His other hand loops around to your chest, squeezing your left tit in his hand. He’s panting behind you, pulsing as he’s seated completely inside you.

“Let’s take a look at you.” he huffs out, reaching up to brush away some of your hair.

He exposes your heavenly face, the two of you staring at your reflection in the mirror not too far away from you. For a moment, you both take in the sight before you. He’s almost fully clothed while you’re kneeling naked before him, and that alone makes your thighs quiver against his. But the expression on his face, the look of the pure joy and pride he’s feeling from this entire situation… it makes you yearn for him. It also makes you happy knowing you’ve brought this out in him. But the fact that this is all happening in Carol’s room… that takes the fucking cake for you.

The same hand that brushed away your hair cups your chin, his fingers and thumb applying gentle pressure to your soft skin. “Fucking gorgeous.” it comes out low and primal, and it makes you smile.

"Jesus..." he turns his head, pressing his nose into your cheek. "I'm fucking obsessed with you."

"Oh, daddy..."

You see him in the mirror, his hair disheveled and a few buttons of his work shirt are undone. He’s panting behind you, swallowing thickly just before those intimidatingly dark eyes find you in the reflection. It makes you gasp for air, and that makes him grin. He can see how overwhelmed you are, and he wants to take it even further. You allow yourself to rest back against his sturdy body, David’s hot breaths now huffing out over your neck. He turns his head to kiss your skin, his tongue slipping past his lips to slide along your neck. It makes the sensitive space between your thighs tingle, squeezing him tight while he stays seated inside. And while he’s doing this, his hands roam your body, caressing your curves and squeezing every so often.

“Bratty cheer girl, huh?” he then says with a smirk, snapping his hips against you. “Bratty for everyone but me.”

“Daddy,” you gasp harshly, moaning at the almost painful feeling of his re-entry.

“You’re such a good little girl for me,” he huffs out, his hips finding an absolutely brutal pace. “Your body feels so fucking good around me.”

While looking into the mirror, he reaches up with his dominant hand, fingers grabbing your face and digging into your cheeks. He loves seeing that pouty look on your face.

“Tell me, baby.” he demands roughly into your ear. “Tell me how much of a whore you are for me.”

“Dav -”

And then he shakes you, the action harsh and sudden. You did something wrong.

“Daddy,”

Reaching up, your hands grip David’s forearms, clinging desperately to them as your body is rocked by the strength behind his hips. And he keeps you upwards, pressing your naked body against him. While he continues diving inside, listening to the slick squelch of your sex as it takes him, he can’t bring himself to remove his eyes from the image of you. He’s watching you with every move, watching your pretty face contort as he fucks you, absolutely wrecking you inside.

“Aren’t you my pretty little fucktoy?” he asks, slightly out of breath. He smiles then, “Daddy wants to see all of his pretty toy.”

A small, breathless laugh squeaks its way past your lips, watching and feeling as he grabs a fistful of your tit. By now you’re both gasping, your bodies inhaling passionate gulps of air in your collective euphoric state.

“Shit, shit.” he seethes from behind gritted teeth. Dropped his head to your shoulder, he closes his eyes, briefly biting down. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“Daddy, please.” Begging isn’t something you’re above doing when it comes to him; and you grin, knowing it works every single time you use it on him.

“Jesus, I’m gonna cum inside.” he declares, not bothering to give you the choice. He knows you’d choose the same though, too. “Your sweet little pussy’s gonna make me cum inside.”

“Yes, baby, do it. Please do it for me…”

Languidly, your head lolls backward, falling to rest on one of David’s broad shoulders. It’s more than obvious, the falter in his hips, the stutter in his breaths. And you smile lazily when you see his face, the reflection of his handsome figure in the mirror. He’d been trying so hard not to cum too quick, he always does with you. But when he finally lets himself go, it’s incredibly satisfying for both of you.

The sensation rushes over him helplessly, and he allows his body to be conquered by it. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as euphoria fills him, his spend rushing out of his tip and into your soothing inner channel. It makes his body jerk, his muscles spasming lightly as he empties himself inside you, the pleasure of it all making him feel drunk or high; he’s not sure which one, he just knows it from you.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes blinking awake.

“David?” you ask through the darkness, feeling his body jerk harshly beside you. It woke him from his sleep, and it woke you, too. “Are you okay?”

“Mm…” he groans, sliding his hand down to discover what he assumed to be true. He’s damp and sticky, from the mere dream of you. “Yeah, baby.”

He runs his clean hand over his face, groaning quietly again.

“Baby, what’s up?”

Even though you can’t see him, you roll over to face him in the darkness.

“Nothing I just, I had a dream and… fuck,” he reaches over, feeling your arm and kissing your shoulder. “You couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

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