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“I can stay at a friend’s if it’s an inconvenience?” You reply, his tone taking you by surprise. You were hoping to catch his eye, not make him angry. After all, the only reason you were dressing up every night was in the hopes of one day him somehow falling for you. 

David shakes his head, picking up his Chipotle order and throwing it on a plate. “I ordered some for you, too. If you’re home before the sun comes up, lock the door, yeah?” And with that he’s walking off back to his room, leaving you standing in shock as you hear his door slam. Tears threaten to prick your eyes - why was he all of a sudden acting like this? He always seemed somewhat distant with you, but never usually angry. Lost in your own thoughts, you hadn’t realised just how long you’d been stood at the kitchen counter, tears rolling down your cheeks, until you see Natalie sit up on the couch. 

“He didn’t mean it, ya know.” She begins; you supposed Nat knew David best - after all, she has been his friend since they were kids. You look up from the floor, making eye contact with her. A frown immediately appears on her lips when she sees the tears. “Oh Y/N.” Nat jumps up from the sofa, walking around the kitchen counter to envelope you in a hug.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask and Natalie pats your back sympathetically. 

She knew exactly why David was so angry, but it felt wrong her telling you instead of him. “You know how he gets when he’s stressed.” 

**

“Fucking hell.” David mutters as he rolls over in his bed, hearing you laughing as you open up the front door. He checked his phone - it was 3am - and he felt hopeful that maybe tonight you hadn’t brought anyone back, but his heart dropped when he heard a deep voice muttering sweet nothings as two sets of footsteps lazily walked back to your room. “Please, no.” He whispered, but your door slammed shut. 

Once, just once, he wished you’d just stay in with him instead of going out with your friends. He wasn’t concerned that you were in it for the drink, because nine times out of ten you were sober when you came back to the house, but he was more concerned that nine times out of ten, you also brought someone back with you. Why couldn’t you see that he was there? David was there with open arms, ready to have you whenever you wanted him, but it seemed you never did. Natalie had told him on countless occasions that it was because he wasn’t exactly warm with you, but he didn’t know how to act cool around you. He didn’t know what to say to you to get you to like him; with Liza, it was different. He knew exactly what to say to make her laugh, but you were so different and he loved that, but you were mind boggling to him. 

Sighing, he shut his eyes and tried to block everything out. He tried not to make a habit out of listening to your moans; he knew it was wrong and besides, he hoped that one day he’d be the one causing them. A few minutes pass and he was almost drifting off until he heard some commotion. “Just fuck off!” He heard you shout and he immediately jumped to his feet. 

Waiting a few moments, he heard your bedroom door open up and heavy feet retreating down the hallway. “Fucking frigid bitch.” A low voice mumbled. David opened up his bedroom door, noticing your own door wide open right opposite his. The front door slammed, indicating the guy had left. 

“You okay?” He asks, the sound of your sobs filling the room. You were sat on the side of your bed facing the wall, looking down at your feet. David made his way over to you, sitting down on the bed and wrapping an arm around your shoulders to which you leant into his embrace. It killed him to see you in this state - any inhibitions of him messing up had disappeared and all he cared about was making sure you were okay. 

“I’m a slut.” You whispered in between cries. David’s heart broke and he held you tighter. “And don’t say I’m not because I know you think I am.” He remained quiet for a few moments, unsure of what to say to you. 

“I know you’re not. A slut wouldn’t be able to admit it to herself.” Your cries ease up and you let out a sigh. Finally realising the situation you had managed to get yourself into, you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. “I don’t know what exactly what you’re going through right now, Y/N, but know I’m here for you.” 

David’s arms tighten around you and you take in a big breath of his shirt, only managing to smell the shampoo he uses. “I do it for you.” You suddenly utter out, shock filling your body as you realise what exactly you just said. Breaking away from David, you manage to look him in the eye for the first time since he came to you. “I get with all these guys to hide the loneliness I get from you.” 

David’s eyes break away from yours, switching to look down at his feet to avoid you seeing his eyes begin to fill with salty tears. “I don’t mean to be so distant from you.” He replies, voice cracking slightly from emotion. “It’s just it’s easier not to say anything to you and not mess up my words.” Your heart flutters - was he really saying all of this?

“I thought you hated me.” You whisper, grabbing his hand and rubbing small circles over his knuckles. He finally looks at you again, chuckling.

“I could never hate you, even when you bring awful guys home. It hurt me, yeah, but I never opened myself up to you, so I guess I deserved it.” David replies, a small smile playing at his lips. The warm light from your bedside lamp made all of his features jump out at you. He’d never looked so perfect to you.

“You didn’t deserve it.” You began and lifted your hand up to his face to push some of his hair out of his face. “None of them meant anything.” 

David chuckled again, wrapping his hand around your arm. “Your moans definitely said otherwise.” Shaking your head, you looked down again.

“When you’re trying to get rid of a guy, you’ve got to be convincing.” The two of you sat in silence for a minute or so, just enjoying each other’s company, letting your hands circulate small movements on one another until David began to stand up.

“Well I should probably head back to bed–”

“Please stay.” You interrupted him, gently grabbing his arm. Your eyes interlocked for a few seconds before he got back down onto the bed, this time following you as you crawled backwards to get underneath the covers. He copied, laying down and opening up his arms for you to lay in between them, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around you. 

David peppered the top of your head with gentle kisses, your body immediately relaxing. “Night, Y/N.” He whispered, his hand resting in your hair as you felt his chest rise and fall with his soft breathing. 

“My name’s Ryan, by the way.” The guy who had been staring at you for the past 5 minutes introduces himself. You could barely hear him over the loud music of the club you found yourself at with the rest of the vlogsquad. 

“Y/N.” You reply, not entirely interested in him. You’d dressed up real nice tonight in the hopes of catching someone - David’s - attention. The two of you had been casually hooking up for the past year, an unwritten agreement to keep it strictly between the two of you. He hadn’t been with anyone except you since the Liza breakup, and he didn’t even entertain the idea of sleeping with anyone except you. You, on the other hand, had had a few one night stands with guys but it didn’t mean anything. None of them were like fucking David; he knew that.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” Ryan flirts, snaking his arm around your waist. You look around slightly, scanning the sea of people for Natalie, who you had been dancing with literally 10 seconds ago. You didn’t really feel like hooking up with Ryan tonight - you’d actually been hoping for David; it had been at least 2 weeks since the last time the two of you had last had sex, and you were craving him. Although, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think you were beginning to catch feelings. You could seriously see yourself settling down with David, but until he said anything otherwise, it was just a casual hookup. Even though he was unaware that you hadn’t even done so much as kiss another guy for months.

“Ha, thanks.” Your short reply made Ryan scrunch his nose up a little. You sigh a little - where the fuck was everyone?

“What, you have a boyfriend or something?” He asks, pulling you closer. You roll your eyes, looking around again for someone, anyone you knew. Luckily, your eyes landed on none other than David. He was staring on with jealous eyes, clearly shooting daggers at Ryan. David hadn’t told you, but for months he used the hooking up as a way to feel closer to you. He’d told himself he wouldn’t, but he was falling for you, and he could not have this guy ruin this for him. 

David begins to walk over to you, noticing your obvious awkwardness in front of this guy. “Come on,” David mutters, grabbing your hand. He puts a hand on Ryan’s shoulder and begins to mutter something in his ear. Ryan shakes his head, cursing as David begins to walk off. You mutter an apology to Ryan, following David. He hands his vlogging camera to Jason, excusing the two of you, making up something about needing to get a breath of fresh air. “You like guys like that, Y/N?” David asks once the two of you are outside. His tone seemed disappointed but you also sensed a hint of rasp - you couldn’t tell if it was from shouting over the music in the club or if he was turned on. You hoped it was the latter.

You roll your eyes, noticing no one else is out here. “You know I don’t Dave. Although I could tell you were jealous.” David shakes his head, pushing you up against the wall before whispering in your ear. Definitely the latter.

“Am I who you think about in bed?” His hands were rushing all over your waist, obvious that they missed your body. “I bet I can fuck you better than he ever could.” Your lips tremble at his words - David always had a tendency to get jealous, but you’d never seen him like this before.

“David,” You manage to interject before he cuts you off again.

“I know exactly what you like, I know exactly how to make you scream.” With his words, his hands glide down to underneath your dress, rubbing over your little black lace panties. You moan with pleasure, his long fingers hitting the spot you need them to. 

“Please, you know there’s no one else.” You whisper in desperation. David smirks - he knew that already, but hearing you say it turned him on even more. “No one fucks me like you do. You know that.”

“Come on.” His hands pull away and he places his palm on the small of your back, guiding you to his Tesla. He unlocks it, opening up the back doors. You clamber in, David following you. He shuts the doors, immediately pushing you down onto the backseat. “I’m going to fuck you right here.” He whispers. 

David begins sucking on your neck, surely leaving love bites. “You don’t care if someone sees us?” If anyone from the group were to see you, things between the two of you were sure to get awkward. And David wasn’t exactly anonymous - people knew who he was. If anyone was to see him fucking you in the backseat of his Tesla... but you didn’t care. Not tonight. 

“I don’t give a shit right now. You’re mine, and I need to prove it. Don’t act like I haven’t noticed you wearing short shorts around the house. I’ve noticed the guys checking out your ass. You’re fucking mine.” David groans as he slips his fingers inside of you. You let out a moan, a feeling of relief when you feel him begin to pump against your sweet spot. It had been too long since the last time he’d made you cum, so you could already feel your release building in the pit of your stomach.

“David if you keep this up I’m gonna cum.” You whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leans down to give you a sloppy kiss before rubbing small circles around your clit, making your back arch. 

“You know it’ll always be me that’ll make you feel this way.” He whispers against your lips before pulling his pants down to his knees. In a swift motion, he manages to take off your panties and slide your dress up to around your waist. You pull down his Calvins, stroking his dick before he pushes it into you. 

Groaning out in pleasure, you couldn’t help but to wrap your fingers around his floppy, black hair. His thrusts are sloppy and fast, but that’s how you wanted it. “David,” You moaned as he sunk his head down to your neck, placing kisses in between harsh breaths. “Fuck!” David grunts and you feel yourself tipping closer and closer to the edge as his thrusts pick up speed. He manages to hit the right spot each time, each thrust bringing a wave of pleasure as you couldn’t help but mumble his name.

“Oh Y/N, fuck - fuck!” He gasps as you reach your orgasm, his arriving milliseconds after yours. He continues to thrust gently, the two of you coming down from your high. David rests his head against your chest, placing gently pecks against your skin. You wrap your arms around him, closing your eyes and letting your heart rate drop back down to a steady pace. “Shit.” He whispers, laughing lightheartedly. 

You smile, opening your eyes to look down at David. Beads of sweat were laced along his forehead, and he had the biggest smile on his face. “What?” You ask him, chuckling as he begins to trace his finger along your lips. 

“You’re perfect.” He whispers. He leans down to place a kiss on your lips - but this kiss was different to any the two of you had shared before. He held you tightly, brushing his lips against yours slowly. It felt real, like there were real feeling involved. Surprisingly, it was actually quite rare for the two of you to kiss - on the lips, at least. There had only really been a couple of occasions over the past year. David pulls away, placing a hand on your cheek. “You have me. Y/N you really have me. I’m yours. All yours.” 

You rest your head back down against his leather interior, smiling. “I know. I’m yours too - there’s no one else.” David kisses your abdomen and you sense him begin to sit up. You follow suit, putting your underwear back on and pulling your dress down. 

“That’s good because I was actually planning on asking you on a date. I know you’re not really meant to have had sex before the first date, but I think we’re a valid exception.” David smiles, scratching his neck awkwardly. 

“Is that gonna explain the tennis get-up?” Jason asks, motioning over to the collection of bags that had collected on the dining table. David nods.

“Everyone get changed and meet me outside in 10.” You smile, picking up your bag and heading down the corridor. You and David were near enough best friends since you joined the vlog squad about a year ago after the Liza breakup. But you still couldn’t help your feelings as your crush on him deepened over the course of the year.

“Mind if I get changed in your bathroom David? Every other room is taken and I don’t fancy getting changed in front of Zane.” You ask, David chuckling at the last bit.

“Sure, Y/N.” He replies, “I hope your outfit is cool, because you’re all gonna be sweating after you come up against my hot moves.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, smiling as you close the door to his bathroom.

You unpack the bag, sliding off your clothes and replacing them with the white skirt and t shirt of your old uniform. It was a little smaller and more revealing than you remember, but it still fit perfectly. Besides, you new David used to be an avid tennis player so maybe he’d appreciate professional wear. You also swap out your flip flops for a more practical pair of tennis pumps that were kinda worn from when you last wore them a few years back.

You open up the door, noticing David had already left to go outside. You set your clothes down on his bed before leaving his room. Everyone else had already gone outside as well, judging from the quietness of the house and the laughter coming from outside. “I know y’all wanna slap this ass!” You hear Heath shout as you step out into the garden, spotting him in a similar, cheaper version of your outfit. David laughs, camera in hand as he films Heath doing various things in his outfit.

“Nice skirt!” You chuckle, walking over to join David, Heath, Jason and Zane. Everyone turns to face you, Zane whistling.

“Ooh you look great Y/N, looks like you spent a lot of money on your outfit.” Zane comments, clearly checking you out. You blush, smiling.

“Uh, I don’t remember how much this cost actually.” You reply, smirking at David.

“Come on, Y/N, you clearly knew what you were getting. Did you do some research?” David asks, cocking his eyebrow. You notice he’s wearing some pretty professional stuff as well, from when he played, you assumed. You shrug, smiling as everyone comments on how it looks great on you. You notice David secretly check you out, shuffling uncomfortably as he can’t help but stare. It made you feel good but at the same time you doubted he saw you as anything more than a friend. After all, you thought what Carly, Erin and Natalie had on all made them look amazing too.

David diverts the attention back to his plan, talking everyone through how they’ll all go up against him. “Oh, yeah, and whoever beats me gets $1000.” He adds on at the end as everyone immediately gasps.

“I doubt you’re that good, Dave.” Carly comments, smirking.

“Well I guess you don’t mind being first then.” David laughs, setting his camera down on the tripod he’d set up earlier with a perfect view of the tennis court.  Carly picks up a racket before doing some stretches. She throws up the tennis ball in an attempt to serve but misses the ball when it comes back down. David stifles a laugh, making a snarky comment about it being her first time. Carly eventually serves and David smashes the ball back so fast Carly misses the shot. This is how most of the rounds go - David was actually pretty good.

You watched, mostly in awe, as David effortlessly worked his way through the group. He looked so hot in his white shorts and t shirt. It was a change from the all black he usually wore, and your mouth was practically watering as dirty thoughts crossed your mind. You engaged in light conversation with Erin to distract yourself.

Lastly, you were up against David. He smiles, walking over to the table to have some water and hand you a white sweatband. “I have a feeling you’ll be needing this.” He winks, heading back over to the court. You pick the racket (David has obviously spent a fair bit of money on it as it felt good quality) and ball up off the floor and put the white sweatband on. You stretch in an attempt to warm up, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. It had been years since you’d played and you didn’t really want to embarrass yourself in front of all of your friends, but more importantly - David.

Throwing the ball up, your body falls back into swing when you feel your arms whip around to smash the ball over to David. He just manages to hit it back, clearly shocked by your skills. You hit it back over to his side of the court with such speed he misses. Everyone gasps; this had been the first round David had lost so far. A few more like this and you’ll be $1000 richer. “Beginners luck!” David calls out jumping up and down before serving. You quickly shuffle over towards the course of the fast-moving ball and return it, much to everyone’s surprise. The two of you rally for a few hits before you hit down the line, catching David off guard making him miss again. “Have you played before Y/N?” David asks, sweating.

You shrug your shoulders. “I mean, I played Varsity Tennis in highschool but that’s about it.” You smile, and everyone cheers. David shakes his head - that explains the costume and the skill set. He should’ve known that you knew what you were doing sooner.

“Well I’m not going to be holding back anymore.” He replies, smiling for the camera. You could tell he was in awe of your skills but at the same time you knew how competitive he was when it came to things he was good at.

“Bring it on,” you laugh, knowing full well that he was already trying his hardest.

The next round pans out almost identical to how the previous two had and before you knew it you’d beat David. Everyone congratulates you as David stalks over to his camera and picks it up, walking over to you. He shakes your hand and hands you $1000 in cash, his face full of defeat. “Well I didn’t think any of you would be able to beat me but I guess I misjudged you Y/N.” He says, and Heath, Zane and Jason chuckle.

“You should’ve realised by the outfit, Dave.” Jason comments, looking you up and down.

“It’s my old varsity outfit, it’s a little small now but it still did me good.” David slowly looks you up and down, licking his lips a little. Your heart skips a beat as you watch his eyes darken. You could seriously get used to him checking you out like this. He turns his camera off and everyone goes back inside.

You spot David continue to his room so you decide to follow him. You felt bad just taking $1000 from him, and besides you had some explaining to do. You knock on the open door, making him jump slightly. His lips turn upwards into a grin as he turns around, realising it was you. “Come to embarrass me some more?” He jokes. You shake your head, stepping into his room. You pull the $1000 from your pocket, handing it back to him.

“I don’t want your money. I feel bad.” You reply honestly. David looks down at the floor, taking the money and throwing it on his bed. He smiles, shaking his head.

“Who taught you to play like that?” As he looks up, his eyes scan your body once again and his eyes have that familiar hint of darkness in them.

“I did. Mom and Dad worked a lot when I was a kid. It was a kind of therapy for me.” You admit.

David steps a bit closer. “You looked pretty hot whilst you were playing, you know?” He asks, and your hands go all clammy. You bite your lip, shaking your head.

“Is this your way of getting back at me?” You ask, and David rolls his eyes.

“If you weren’t so distracting in your outfit maybe I would’ve had a chance at beating you.” He runs his hand up your arm, the skin raising goosebumps at the touch.

“And you weren’t distracting?” You begin. “White looks good on you.” David smirks. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and that’s what made it all the more annoying.

“I’ve liked you for a while now, Y/N. And just now made me realise that I need to tell you before any of the other guys have a look in.” He admits. You smile, chuckling. You could hardly believe what you were hearing - your hands were tingling and you were sure the blood rushing to your cheeks was glowing crimson.