ps. I was thinking about pre-rip/rip or maybe countdown era dave when I wrote this, but anything goes (see what I did there? 🤓 nvm)

[I'll mark where the smut starts & ends w/ **]

**In his hotel room where you’re sweetly making love, Dave smirks down at you through heavy breaths while you have your arms around his neck, your head against the headboard, moaning uncontrollably.

“You’re being very loud you know that?” He breathes as you squirm at that.

“But don’t worry - you know I love it when you’re loud.” He says with a light chuckle, pounding into you still.

You whined, looking at him with lust and heat in both of your eyes, dark and intimate, before you gently pull him down for a kiss, muffling your noises with his mouth.

He can feel the vibration of your moans sending through his body as you moan against his tongue, and it makes him just a little crazier.

“fuck you’re so hot...” He muttered between kisses, as he felt you squeezed tighter around him at his compliment and kisses.

“Dave~” You breathe his name as he lets go, but he attacked your neck before you could say anything else, devouring you all the way down to your collarbone, groaning and gritting his teeth at how sweet you feel around him as he subtly picks up the speed.

You’re so precious under him, and for all the affection he has for you, he leans in again to leave a soft kiss on your forehead - it was something almost instinctive.

“I love you baby...” He says through heavy pants, feeling himself getting closer to the edge as he hovers his lips above yours, exchanging hot breaths with you as you reply sweetly in a moan -

“I- I love you too Dave... Um!”

Your words almost seem to have triggered something in him as he pressed his lips against yours hard and hugged you with it for one last time, before he grabbed your waist and gave it all in.

His thrusts deep and fast as he fucks you like an animal, chasing for his release, when your hand falls to grip the pillow under you as you arch your back in a thick moan.

“Ahh~ Fuck! Feel so good Davie- So good! Um~ Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum! ” You whine, screaming even, as the pleasure’s so intense it forces tears out of your eyes.

“Me too-” He grunted, gripping and holding you down harder as he slaps his hips into yours - His rhythm desperate and tensed before shattering as you squeezed him harder under the influence of your own high.

“Fuck-! ” He moaned, giving you one last pound before cuming deep inside you, so deep that maybe even the pills can’t stop him from impregnating you as you cum together.

Your walls still pulsing around him as your body lay limp on the bed, catching your breath, shallow and short, before looking at him with soft eyes, and you giggled.

He smiles too as you embrace each other again with a deep, loving kiss - Nothing sexual, just pure devotion.

You gently break away from the kiss, a slight curve on your lips as you speak,

“Wanna shower together?”

Dave smiles back, before it turns into a wicked one,

“Oh I’m not done with you yet-”

Refusing to back up and pull out, he dragged you down towards him, catching you off guard as he grabbed one of your legs and put it on his shoulder, grinning, before he started rolling his hips again as you felt his cock slowly hardening in you once more.**

He leans down with a smirk, and from that moment on, you know that the night is going to be very long and pleasant for you...

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Divider by: @anitalerina

ko-fi 𖹭

There's many words I could use to describe him. Angry, intense, fiery, passionate, and attractive. But that's just a short list. This tour has been a mess to manage, and he hasn't made it any easier. We normally get along, to a degree, enough that he hasn't fired me yet. But this time, we have been fighting tooth and nail almost daily. Bus delays, shows rescheduled, damaged equipment, everything had been going wrong.

And of course, the worst thing that could go wrong, did in fact go wrong.

Well, it wasn't probably the worst thing, but to Dave, and with his current behaviors, this was a living hell for him. The hotel had messed up our booking, getting the wrong number of rooms, and also, getting everyone a room but Dave. He liked his alone time at night to do… whatever it is he does late at night, but also to get away from the mess that people are, even his bandmates agitate him at this point.

And the cherry on top, Junior, Marty, and Nick, all had single bed rooms. I was the only one with a double bed. The hotel was fully booked and assumed that they could give one of us a double bed room and we would make it work. Which I would be able to, but I don't know if Dave can.

“What the fuck! What do you mean we need to share?! Can’t I go with Junior or someone? Or to a motel down the street?” He was furious, quick to argue with me. Though, I had to be quick to deny his demands. “Dont get mad with me! The hotel booked us wrong. Suck it up. Plus, the contract says you have to stay at the group hotel. If not, that's a shit storm of legal nonsense.” I tried to explain, always being much more vulgar with Dave. He worked me up and sparked the same fire in me that was in him. He scoffed, seething with annoyance. Dave rolled his eyes, “Fine, whatever. Just leave me alone. There's gotta be a couch in there or something I can sleep on…” He muttered, already walking away from me and heading into the room, and I followed him after letting him get ahead for a few moments.

When I got up to the room, Dave was already inside, standing as his eyes scanned the room. There was indeed no couch. We would have to share the bed. He mumbled something about needing to take a shower, to which I just nodded, not in the mood to argue more with him as I began to unpack, thinking it might be nice to help him unpack too. Maybe try and fix the bitter relationship we seem to have developed.

As I went through his suitcase, putting things in drawers and folding items, I did get to thinking. This, for me at least, wasn't the worst possible outcome. I mean, despite our fighting, I couldn't lie, he was hot, and I had a small crush on him since we started working together. Hell, even before then, I saw him in the magazines and music videos, you'd be crazy to not find him attractive. Muscular, tall, long hair, long fingers… The list goes on.

I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts by a shouting and sopping wet Dave, “The fucks your problem! Why are you going through my shit!” He was just in low hanging sweat pants, his hair still damp. If he wasn't so scary right now, I’d be drooling.

“I was just trying to help! To be kind to you, because you've been such a bitch lately I figured some assistance could maybe cheer you up!” He only got angrier, moving towards me. “Me? The bitch? You've been giving me nothing but attitude! This whole mess is your fault too!” He argued back, stopping in front of me. It was an awkward angle, I was down on my knees by his suitcase, looking up at him with shared rage and frustration. His scowl faltered, fading to a smirk. “You said you wanted to help, didn't you?” There was a change in his tone. I could feel my cheeks flush slightly, and I slowly nodded.

One thing led to another, and now I had his cock all the way down my throat as he fucked it merciessly. His hand has a bruising grip in my hair, holding me down at the base of his shaft as he rocked his hips forward into my mouth, loud groans leaving him as I gagged and whined, tears falling from my eyes as I deep throated him time and time again.

“Yeah, not so bossy now are you, sweetie? Can't talk with a mouth full of dick, can you?” He teased, no relent in his thrusts. I continued to let out muffled sounds, drool dripping down my chin as more tears ran down my cheeks, mascara staining my face. “Such a messy slut, wonder how much more I could make you…” his groans grew in pitch and frequency, his hips losing their rhythm, and I could tell he was getting close. “Oh fuck, take it, take it like the whore you are,” he moaned, his eyes shutting as his head fell back, his warm release filling my mouth, which I was quick to swallow to obey him.

“Such a good slut, aren't you, can't do shit at her job but once dicks put in front of you ,you're an expert, huh?” He was just as mean in bed as he was out of it, but I couldn't deny that it turned me on. I just nodded, eager to please him more.

He got me on the bed, stripped me of my clothes, leaving me in just my bra and panties. His eyes roamed over me for a moment before he tugged down the thin fabric covering my cunt, which was soaked through, I felt his eyes on my glistening folds, his finger running through them, “Holy shit, you're wet as hell, you wanted this bad, didn't you baby?” He looked so full of himself. I nodded again, too sheepish to speak. He glanced up at me, “Oh come on, you got so much to say when it's random pointless bullshit, but now you're quiet? Only time I'd ever wanna hear you, so speak up,” he said, waiting for a response.

I had already lost my dignity by getting on my knees and naked for him, saying some kinky stuff to get him off wasn't much more. “Yes, Davey… wanted you for so long… need you so bad…” I said softly, my eyes avoiding him. He just chuckled, plunging two fingers deep into me without warning. I let out a scream of a moan, his fingers already at a fast and rough pace. “Is that so? You probably did this to yourself while thinking of me, hm? Rub and finger your poor little neglected pussy, hoping that I'd give you some attention,” If possible, I got wetter from his words, another moan leaving me, and he was very much right. “I-I did… always wanted you much,” I admitted. He had a huge grin on his face, his fingers still fucking me so deep. I could feel myself growing close already, at such little stimulation.

You were standing in between Dave's legs while he was sitting on the arm of the couch with his hands around your hips, his fingers resting on your lower back right on top of the curve of your ass, feeling the fabric of your short skirt on his fingertips.

The greenroom wasn't crowded, just his bandmates, a couple of techs, and a roadie.

You had come to see him before soundcheck, expecting to get the same sweet Dave you always got when you'd show up unannounced, but instead, the Dave in front of you was grumpy and mouthing off about someone leaving his guitar case open in the middle of the hallway where anyone could've stolen his guitar.

He wanted names; he wanted to find whoever had left it there and chew their ear off.

Ellefson sat on the other couch, manspreading lazily, not really paying attention; he wasn't a stranger to Dave's anger. Marty, however, stood near a corner talking to a tech, throwing nervous glances every now and then to Dave, then the roadie he was practically accusing of frustrated theft, then back to the tech he was talking to.

The air was thick with tension, and you hadn't come for this.

“Stop. You're making everyone's life impossible,” you said softly, running your fingers through his curly hair. “Your guitar's fine.”

But Dave didn't stop; if there was one thing he hated, it was when people fucked around with his gear.

“I don't know who left it there,” he said, his voice harsh and unforgiving, “but, I swear, if something had happened—”

“But nothing happened,” you said, your voice going in through one of his ears and out from the other.

“I don't care if—”

You grabbed his face, both your hands cupping his cheeks, and pushed it right between your breasts, successfully shutting him up.

You heard, and felt, him huff a laugh and smile against your skin.

“Oh, so that's all it took,” Ellefson said with a smirk.

You let out a soft laugh as Dave started to playfully shake his head side to side against your chest, his sharp nose buried between your breasts and his mouth a bare inch from them.

“You better come here more often,” Marty joked, looking far less tense than a minute ago.

In just a few seconds, everyone's attention drifted away, and the poor roadie slipped out of the room before Dave could notice.

He leaned back to look up into your eyes and said softly, “You wanna get out of here so I can do this with your shirt off?”

You let out a snort and smiled down at him. “If it gets you to shut up.”

Dave smirked. “My mouth will be too busy to speak.”

“We can hear you, you know?” Ellefson said, his voice teasing.

Dave got up quickly and took your hand, tugging you toward the door with him. “See you in twenty, Junior.”

And just as the door closed, you heard Ellefson call out, “Don't worry, I know you'll be done in five!”

“I’m not a pretty girl.” He replied, letting his hand fall. He’d finally agreed to let you do his makeup, by ‘agreed’ you caught him while he was sleeping and started, at that point he let you continue but you moved to your little vanity spot in the bedroom, with you sitting in his lap.

“You could be.” You said, dabbing on a sparkly black eyeshadow on the outer crease of his eye. There were some interesting designs you’d been wanting to try but couldn’t do it right on your face, you needed a dummy. Dave was perfect.

His arms fell from his chest and his hands found your hips, giving you a gentle squeeze. “I’m not a pretty girl.” He repeated. “But I don’t mind you sitting here like this.” His voice got lower, gaze falling down your body.

Your hand slowed until it stilled, the heel of your palm resting on his cheek. Your gaze left your work and you looked at him properly. “I’m not done yet, Davie.” You said, watching his eyes close slowly as he leaned in closer to you.

“Not ‘Davie’, you know what to call me, darling.” He said, a rumble coming from deep in his chest. He pulled you right up against him, your clothed cunt pressed against his cock, since he’d been sleeping it was just boxers, that’s all that separated you from him, other than your clothes.

You let out a shaky breath. “Come on, Davie-“ he shot you a stern expression. “Daddy, please, don’t do this to me…” Dave smiled back at you, pleased with you submissive obedience.

“Finish up my makeup, doll, I like your hands on my face.” He said, closing his eyes so you could get back to work. You did, tapping off the remaining black eyeshadow before going in for another colour, a sparkly purple. “I like your hands in my hair better.” He muttered. “I like them best on my back, nails digging into me and clawing at my shoulders while I fold you in half.” His words made it hard to focus, but you had to finish. You just worked faster, working to get the two sides looking the same. “You like that too, don’t you?” He asked, not needing an answer. “You like when I hold your ankles by your ears, make you scream my name.”

“Dave, stop it.” You bit, feeling a heat growing between your legs.

Dave chuckled softly, giving you a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry, darling, but I woke up with you poking at my face and you just looked so happy.” He said with a gentle smile. “Let me tease you a little bit.” He asked, lifting his hips slightly against you.

You inhaled shakily, grinding back against him. “Fine.” You relented. “A little teasing… but!” You said, pointing the brush at him. “I expect to cum after.”

Dave snorted and nodded, rubbing his thumb on your hip. “I can do that, just keep going.”

He grew quiet as you continued working, slowing down now that he’d stopped teasing. You thought he was asleep at points but he’d remind you with a small thrust, smiling because he knew what he was doing to you.

You spent a while lining his lips, he had a hard time not laughing as you made him all pretty. Finally, you got off his lap and stood up, turning him to face the mirror so he could see your work. His face dropped as he looked at himself, when he saw the worry on your face through the mirror he fixed his expression.

“It’s great, perfect.” He quipped, smiling brightly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. You didn’t look convinced. He let his face relax. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, it’s not you, it’s not your work, I just feel… stupid.” He admitted. He looked up at you, not in the mirror, he wanted to see you. “It looks beautiful, darling, it would look better on you.” You looked back at him, chewing your cheek. Dave stood up and held your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss you.

It was a quick kiss, something warm to make you feel better. When he pulled away and saw the lipstick smeared on your lips it flipped a switch.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, more passionately. His lip didn’t ask for entrance, it forced its way in and explored your mouth. Your hands went to his shoulders, holding him tightly as his hands slid down.

He spun you around and pushed you onto the chair, pulling away to see your pretty, messy face. He turned you to see your face, lipstick smeared over your cheeks. “Look at that pretty girl.” He mused. “I told you it would look better on you.” He hummed, looking over you. “I think it would look a little better…” his hand trailing down your torso until he was cupping your pussy. “Down here.”

You bit your lip, watching him through the mirror as his hand moved. “You made a promise, Dave.” You said, looking at his reflection. “Why don’t you see what a pretty mess I can be?”

Dave let out a low growl from deep in the back of his throat and swiveled your chair around again so you were facing him. He dropped down to his knees and reached for your waistband, fingers dipping underneath and tugging them down, leaving just your panties with a small wet spot on them.

Dave licked his lips, looking over you with hungry eyes. He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs, not quite touching you how you wanted or where you wanted him to. “Look at you.” He purred. “All wet and ready for me.” His hands grew closer, higher up your thighs. His fingers caught your panties and pulled them down, you lifted your hips for him and he took them off, tossing them aside.

“Still waiting on that promise.” You purred, spreading your legs for him. Dave lifted your knees over his shoulders, yanking you to the edge of the chair and licking a strip up your cunt.

“Just you wait, darling.” His words were hot against you, not as hot as his tongue.

His tongue dipped into your velvety walls, thrusting in and out while he let his nose bump your clit, doing half the work. He looked up at you through his ginger bangs, smiling when he saw the blissed out look on your face; eyes fluttering and crossing as they rolled back, lips parting in soft, airy moans. “Ah-hah~” it was like a second language. “Fuck, daddy, hah!” Your hands moved to his head, threading through his hair and tugging on his flame-like mane.

Dave’s hips bucked as you pulled on his hair, he was reminded of his growing problem. It ached and pulsed, twitching violently in his boxers. He pushed your one knee off his shoulder, guiding your foot to his cock. You took the hint and pushed down gently, letting him grind against your foot.

His tongue worked expertly in your pussy, as always, making you throw your head back in pleasure. He was moaning now, sending vibrations through you, jolts of electricity sparking up your body. His lips closed around your clit, tongue flicking the sensitive nub and sucking on it.

You pulled on his hair, gripping it tighter, a few strands snapped. Your leg straightened as that knot snapped and you came hard on his tongue, heel kicking into his cock and dragging him off the edge as well. His hips bucked sporadically against your foot, hot spurts of cum shooting onto the fabric of his boxers, soaking into it and pushing through the mesh of the threads.

Your moans were loud and echoed off the walls until you came down from the high, and Dave was left looking up at you with glassy eyes, desperation deep in every crevice of his face.

You smiled down at him, but it faded quickly as you noticed the mess between your legs. Not just cum, the makeup you’d spent so much time on smeared all over your inner thighs and Dave’s cheeks.

I heard his footsteps before I saw him, the familiar rhythm that always made me feel safe, even now as I tried to shrink into myself. The door creaked open, and Dave’s voice was soft but concerned.

“Hey, baby, what’s going on?”

I quickly swiped at my face, trying to hide the evidence, but it was too late. He was by my side in seconds, crouching down so we were eye level. His wild red hair framed his face, and his blue eyes searched mine, full of worry.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I lied, but my voice cracked, betraying me.

“Don’t do that,” he said gently, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek. His thumb brushed away a tear. “Don’t shut me out.”

I looked away, ashamed. “It’s stupid. I don’t want to bother you with it.”

He let out a soft, exasperated laugh. “You could never bother me, Y/N. Talk to me. Please.”

His sincerity was a warmth I couldn’t resist. I took a shaky breath, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “I just… I don’t feel good about myself right now. About my body. It’s been eating me alive. And I didn’t want you to… I don’t know. See me like this. Feel disappointed.”

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked almost hurt. But then his expression softened, and he moved to sit beside me on the bed, taking my hands in his.

“That’s why you don’t change in front of me anymore? Why don't you go to the pool? Why we’re not…” He hesitated, his voice dropping even lower. “Why we’re not having sex?”

I nodded, ashamed, and he exhaled, his grip on my hands tightening slightly.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Do you know that? Not just because of how you look—though, trust me, that’s enough to drive me crazy every day—but because of who you are. The way you laugh, the way you care for people, the way you’re so unapologetically you.”

I blinked at him, stunned, and he continued, his hands squeezing mine.

“And your body? God, Y/N. I love every inch of you. Every curve, every line, everything that makes you you. I’ve never once thought you were anything less than breathtaking. And if you can’t see that right now, that’s okay. I’ll keep reminding you until you do.”

My chest ached with the weight of his words, and I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. But this time, they weren’t out of sadness. They were because of him, because of how deeply he cared. He didn’t hesitate to pull me into his arms, holding me as I cried into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Don’t be,” he said firmly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”

We stayed like that for a while, his arms wrapped around me, grounding me. When I finally pulled back, he looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Now, if you’ll let me, I’d like to show you just how much I mean everything I said.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss so soft and reverent that it made my heart ache. His hands came up to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks as if I were something precious. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, resting his forehead against mine.

“You’re everything to me, Y/N,” he murmured.

He guided me gently, his hands never leaving my skin as he shifted us back onto the bed. His touch was deliberate but unhurried, as if he wanted me to feel every ounce of his devotion. His kisses trailed from my lips to my neck, his whispers of affection a soft hum against my skin.

Each touch felt like a promise, his hands tracing over me with reverence, pausing at moments to meet my gaze, his eyes filled with nothing but love. As his lips brushed across my collarbone, he murmured, “You’re so beautiful. Every inch of you, perfect.”

When his hands moved over my body, his touch was both tender and confident, and every caress came with a soft reassurance. “This is mine to cherish,” he whispered as his fingertips traced the curve of my waist. “You have no idea how stunning you are to me.”

 But when he entered me, it was different. There was a soft intensity to it, a sense of connection that went beyond the physical. He didn't rush, didn't push me into anything. He moved with a tenderness that made me feel like I was the most precious thing in the world.

When he pulled back for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, full of warmth and concern. His breathing was heavy, but his touch remained gentle as he reached up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing across my skin with such care. His touch sent a shiver through me, not from desire, but from the tenderness of it, the way he seemed to be saying without words that I was safe with him.

"Are you okay?" His voice was soft, a whisper against the rhythm of our bodies. His forehead rested against mine, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.

I nodded, my chest tightening with emotion as I whispered, "Yeah, I'm good. Just… needed this."

He smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, his hand never leaving my face. "I’m here," he murmured. "I’ve got you."

Each thrust was accompanied by a kiss or a murmured reassurance, his voice low and soothing as he told me how beautiful I was. "You’re so incredible, Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "I love you more than anything, every single part of you." He held me close, his movements steady and deliberate, pausing every so often to press a lingering kiss to my shoulder or forehead.

"You’re perfect," he murmured, his hands cradling my face as he met my gaze, his sincerity shining through. "I’ll spend my whole life making sure you know that." With each press of his lips to my skin, he repeated his praises, grounding me in his love and unwavering devotion.

I could feel his hands, strong but tender, guiding me through it, and his eyes never left mine. When I moaned, it wasn't out of desperation, but from the depth of how much he made me feel seen, loved, and cared for.

He shifted slightly, still holding my gaze as he continued, but his touch remained soft, as though every movement was a promise. His hand moved from my cheek to my hair, gently tugging it back from my face as he leaned in and kissed me again, his lips soft and slow against mine.

"You’re perfect," he whispered between kisses, his breath warm against my skin.

I could feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming sense of love and tenderness he was showing me. His touch, his words, they all assured me that I wasn’t just loved, I was adored in every way possible.

His gentle caresses, the way he touched my cheek, every soft whisper between us — it was a constant reminder that I didn’t have to be anyone else. I didn’t have to hide or be ashamed. I was enough just as I was.

When we came together, it was slow and intimate, his movements careful and gentle, his hips meeting mine in a steady rhythm that felt like a conversation without words.  

 Afterward, Dave didn’t let me go. He wrapped me in his arms, pulling the blankets over us, his fingers idly running through my hair, smoothing it back from my forehead. It was such a small thing, but it made my heart swell, knowing he was so thoughtful in these moments.

“Are you good?” he asked, his voice soft and warm, the concern still lingering in his tone.

I nodded, trying to smile, but my voice gave me away. “Yeah, I’m good.”

He studied my face for a second, his brow furrowing slightly as if he could tell I wasn’t being entirely honest. He gave me a small squeeze and brushed a lock of hair from my cheek.

“You sure?” he asked again, his eyes searching mine, wanting to make sure I felt okay.

I hesitated, then quietly added, “Actually... could you just hold me for a bit?”

His expression softened, and without a second thought, he pulled me closer, wrapping me tightly in his arms. His warmth was comforting, and I buried my face in his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. His hands stroked my back slowly, tracing small circles as if to say, I’ve got you, you’re safe.

“You’ve got me,” he murmured, as if reminding me. “Always.”

I sighed into him, finally feeling a sense of peace wash over me. The quiet intimacy of being held, of just existing in this moment with him, made me feel cared for in a way that words couldn’t quite capture.

His fingers continued to run through my hair, and I felt his lips press softly to the top of my head. “You know, I think this is my favorite place to be,” he whispered, his voice muffled against my hair. “Right here with you.”

A small laugh bubbled out of me, my chest still tender from the emotions of the night. “You’re a dork,” I whispered, but it was with a smile.

He chuckled, tightening his hold for a second before settling back into the rhythm of his gentle touch. “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

“I guess you are,” I said, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the blankets or the heat of the room.

We lay there, his hands never stopping their soothing motions. It wasn’t the kind of silence that felt empty, but the kind that was full of love, trust, and the quiet understanding that we didn’t need words to feel connected.

When I finally felt myself drifting, my breath slowing and my muscles relaxing in his arms, he whispered once more, his voice barely audible. “I love you so much, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.”

You were laid out on the floor with your new coloring book and a pack of markers while Dave smoked a cigarette on the couch. He swore that you were the sweetest thing he had ever seen, he thought he must've been the luckiest man alive to have such a perfect girl as you.

"Whatcha colorin' over there, princess?" Dave asked before he put out his cigarette and he squatted next to you.

"A butterfly! I'm coloring it pink and purple but I don't know what color to make the flower it's sitting on." You turn to face him. "What do you think, Davey?"

He smiles at the nickname before brushing a hand through your hair. "Hm, how red and orange?"

Your eyes brighten and a smile grows on your face. "You are so smart, Davey! I love you." You sit up on your elbows and give him a small kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, sweet angel. I love you most." He smiles as you turn back to your page and he places a kiss on the top of your head. "My sweet sweet angel." He whispers as he runs his hand through your hair once more before going to sit back on the couch.

"Wait, where you goin'?" You move to sit on your heels and look up at him. "Come back and color with me?" You ask with big eyes as you grab the red and orange markers and hand them to him.

He lets out a chuckle before sitting down next to you. "Of course, baby, whatever you want. Where should I start?"

You smile at him before showing him where you want him to color. "I'm gonna go get my glitter pens, you start on the petals." You quickly stand up and run to your desk. He sat there with a smile as he took the cap off the orange marker and started to color the petals.