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Summary: David’s hard grip on your waist, his overprotective eyes and his love for control don’t reach the bed. He melts into your dominant gaze.

A/n: smut! the first one i actually post. i hope you all like it -olivia

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Many would look at your boyfriend’s need for control over every aspect of his life, his work, his friends- it was known all of David Dobrik’s world was as David Dobrik desired. You would assume that he was the dominant one in bed, rough even. David did, without a doubt, carry himself with a light, almost cheeky confidence. Straight shoulders and his head held high, a smirk always on his face–

And- yes, every once in a while he would play the dom role. Merciless flashbacks attacked you of him with his jaw clenched as he dug himself into you, his chest pressed against your back, you’d feel his hot breath in your ear before he whispered what he would do next, he’d whisper dirty things. He’d even pull your hair and bite the skin of your neck and your shoulder. Goosebumps rose from within you as you came back to reality, his hand firmly pressed in the small of your back.

You were his biggest treasure, he looked at you with loving and adoring eyes. He would show everyone how insane was the fact that you belonged to him, a walking work of art just for himself. His eyes though, were hawk eyes, soft when unprovoked, sharp when he saw some other guy staring for too long. His hand would travel from your back to your waist, pulling you into him, then he’d whisper how much he loves you. David Dobrik was a romantic, in his own way.

someone: haha you just want to know when you’re off the hook

me: hah

someone: oh like twenty minutes

me: ok

*an hour later*

me: *clinging to every learned social skill i can think of with the desperate hope my distress and exhaustion doesn’t show*

someone: hey we’re almost done don’t be so crabby

me: hey that sounds fun! when were you thinking?

someone: oh we’re doing it right now