David Dobrik Imagines

Make Up - Smut

"You're such a fucking asshole!" You shouted from across the room.

"And you're over dramatic as fuck! Congrats!" David snapped back sarcastically.

This fight had been going on for almost an hour now and it seemed no where close to getting resolved. It started earlier tonight when David finally joined you and your friends for a dinner out after you spent weeks begging for him to. What you expected to be a fun night out with some of your favorite people ended up being a shit show due to David's complete like of interest and pure rudeness.

Not only were you entirely embarrassed but you were beyond pissed. David had been acting like a bit of an ass for the past few weeks but you thought that he would have at least attempted to pull himself together for the sake of good impressions. Oh how wrong were you.

After storming out of the restaurant and giving him the full silent treatment in the car the moment you got in the house you let all out.

"What has gotten into you David?! You've had a stick up your ass for days now!"

"Oh I'm so sorry Y/N that I worked my ass off 24:7 unlike you to make something of my self! I'm sorry that I can't cater to you're every need whenever you call. Some of us have lives Y/N!"

The house falls silent, the tension in the room sizzling as your jaw drops. Whenever the two of you got into arguments it could bad, tossing insults back and forth at each other like any couple would, but David stooped extremely low with his last blow. It was the last straw.

"I'm leaving." You growl. Grabbing your purse and jacket you head straight for the front door, completely set on leaving him there where he stands and going to stay at Kristen's for the night. But you only get a few feet down the hallway when your suddenly sidelined.

You body is pressed up against the wall in a matter of seconds.

"You're not going anywhere." David. His nose is practically pressed into your's, foreheads brushing each other as he growls.

"Oh yeah?" You snarl getting an idea of exactly what the two of you were about to get into, "Make me."

His lips slam against your's. It's hot and it's flustered and it's everything you had secretly hoped it to be. Furious passion being shared by the both of you as your tongues curl around each other's.

Suddenly David picks you by your waist and immediately your legs wrap around him, lips still attached to his as he carries you from the wall to the nearest solid object. Which just so happens to be the kitchen island.

You sink your teeth into his bottom lip and tug, tongues slip over each other as you equally struggle to fight for dominance. But that's when he pulls back and that look is in his eyes: Lust. His hands push you back until your laying down on the counter top before they're pushing the ends of your dress up to rest on your torso, exposing your bottom half.

The lacy black underwear are ripped from your body and tossed somewhere carelessly over his shoulder. You would complain about that later.

He kisses at your inner thigh and hums at your assent, "Look how wet you are for me," he takes his finger and swirls it around in your heat, watching as you clench before slipping it right in, with no resistance at all, sunk down to his knuckle triggering an excessive moan from the back of your throat.

"So fucking wet, Christ," now it's all over. David leans in and licks from his finger to your clit with the broad of his tongue. Then swipes it again, stopping to flicker your swollen clit with the tip of his tongue until your thigh besides his head has tenses. David licks around his finger before drawing it out and licking into your slit.

David pushes his tongue in and out, causing you to gush all over and now his eyes are rolling to the back of his head.

Sliding back up to your clit you can't help but buck into his mouth, jolting your hips for him but David wraps an arm around your waist and the other one over your abdomen to keep you still. Going towards your clit with a puckered mouth, you curl your hand into his hair and groan, causing him moan against you.

The vibrations coursing on your body cause you to whimper, "Shit I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum David. Fuck, please don't stop, please don't stop, oh!"

David swipes his tongue over your clit one more time before you can't control your body. You're bucking up at his mouth, pressing your face into your arm to silence the noise of your orgasm.

When you finally come down, all teary eyed from the intensity of it, you sit up, hastily ushering him to lie back, until his back hits the counter top, dropping to your knees, your knuckles barely grazing the very obvious lump in his jeans. It's enough to make him whimper his own noise, watching as you wastes no time teasing him

He hisses when as you stroke it once, feeling the ghost of your breath skim past him, "Looks so good." You murmur, almost stuck in a trance at what lays before you – but you quickly come back—licking at a dribbling bead of precum.

And it feels like heaven to him, you didn't even have to ask him because you could see it on his face. He spreads his legs a little wider for you to draw closer, David bucking slightly into your mouth from the feeling.

"Sorry," he moans before reaching down to bunch your hair out of your face.

His words urge you into taking his whole head in, tonguing at the head before giving him one soft suck. Sinking the rest of the way, you bob your head a few times slowly until David echoes a moan. The sounds pushes you further going a little quicker—taking as much of him that you can.

Your fingers dig into the meat of his thighs, slipping lower and lower, before sliding off of his cock with a pop, breathing labored when you speak, "Does it feel good?"

"So good, doing so good for me." He moans, grabbing at your hair as you go back in, suckling at the tip again while using your hand to stroke him steadily, before sliding your tongue over the base and David's whole body jolts, "Oh—fuck, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."

"That's the point." You beam.

"Fucking...ah, shit, shit! I'm cumming, Baby, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." He grieves loudly but you keep your lips around him, licking until he's spurting thick, hot streaks across over your tongue.

You can see him swimming in his own head from his orgasm, toes digging into the cushion as you suck him through it, until the last bit dribbles out.

Cleaning him up before letting his softening cock fall from your mouth, you finish with an abandoned kiss on the head to make one last twitch, before your crawling up the length of him, flopping down on his body.

"We should get into fights more often."