David Dobrik Imagines

Out to Eat - Smut

What had started out as a simple lunch with friends had slowly transformed into something else.

David has been acting needy all day, hands drawing up and down your sides, lingering touches and glances, not to mention the amount of times he had kissed you. You knew exactly what he wanted but you promised to obviously do it in the privacy of your home. But it seemed like he become increasingly impatient.

As you were in the midst of talking with Kristen about something random David's hand, which previously rested on the end of your thigh, was slowly making its way upwards to the ends of your dress. The motion caused your whole body to tense but you resisted the urge to react, because if you did you would only prompt him further.

Instead you gently brushed him off with a smile before returning to your conversation with Kristen.

It continued on but only for a few moments before David's hand was back, this time heading straight for your inner thigh. The sudden movement caused you to jolt in your seat with a squeal—drawing in the attention of the whole vlog squad.

"What the hell Y/N?" Zane snorted from across the table.

"Yeah," David started with a growing smile on his lips, "What the hell?"

Your brow furrowed into a frown but you quickly covered with a giggle and wave of the hand, "Sorry sorry I thought I felt a bug on my thigh."

The group nodded slowly before returning to their own separate conversations allowing you to turn and glare at your doting boyfriend in private. He unfortunately didn't seem phased at all, the smirk on his face growing substantially.

David in fact dipped his hand further between your legs, fingers now brushing your panties as he leaned into your ear.

"Do you want me to stop?" The cockiness in his tone should have pissed you off further but instead it sent a flame to your core, heat beginning to pool between your legs.

His fingers edged closer, now grazing your clit creating an electric feeling over your skin.

He leaned closer, lips brushing your ear, "Just tell me," fingers locked around the lace edge of your underwear, tugging, "And I'll stop."

You didn't want him to stop. As nervous as you were to have David doing this to you in public, let alone around your friends who carry their cameras everywhere, there was a certain rush filling your body and it was intoxicating.

With your silence and still composure he took it as his que to slide his fingers past the cotton and straight into your heat.

"Already so wet for me."

Your toes curled at the feeling, toes curling and heartbeat beginning to speed up. But you had to maintain your composure; If you didn't the whole table would know what was happening.

In and out and in and out. That was the rhythm he had chosen. Fast enough to drive you crazy but slow enough not to draw the attention of anyone else. The friction between your legs was thrilling.

His thumb drove harder against your clit whilst the others drove in and out of you. The struggle to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head from the immense pleasure spreading like wildfire from your dripping cunt. You were almost proud of yourself for how you were managing, that was until David started mumbling into your ear once again.

"Fuck Y/N," he whispered, "You're getting tight. Are you gonna come?"

He was right. You could feel it. You were only moments, no, seconds away from your release—

"DAVID WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

"YOO REALLY?! WE'RE EATING!"

"Y'all are so nasty oh my god."