David Dobrik Imagines

Together - Smut

And so they kissed.

Body entangled with body, skin brushing skin—it was the moment David had been waiting for from the moment she had first kissed him.

He had dream upon dream about buried inside of her, cock so deep she would mewl at his touch, claw at his backside and leave marks for him to grin over the next morning. Images of her breast in his mind, along with the details of her bare skin, what her thighs looked like under the yellow glow of his bedroom lights. And now here they were.

Y/N's breath ghosted over his lips before she drew back, chest heaving as a moan echoed from the back of her mouth and rolled off her tongue, the sound not only filling the room but the entirety of David's subconscious . The y/h/c tossed her head back, body extending against the sheets from the sheer pleasure irrupting within her. David had to pause, he had to watch her revel in the bliss of his own making.

Her cheeks heated to a rouge color, eyes collapsing shut and clenching whilst her mouth fell slightly slack, allowing enough room for more moans to escape from behind her sweet lips. It was mesmerizing.., because as much as she was there with him she was within herself, body sparking with little beams of solace.

"God." He groaned. David couldn't help himself. The sight before him had to be something out of a movie—so incredibly dazzling only pencil and paper could craft it to its peak.

Abruptly he was interrupted, Y/N's fingertips raising from his shoulder blades to the back of his neck, in which they found the ends of hair almost instinctively before twirling said pieces between her nails. The scratch causing his glowing skin to prickle in a wave of goosebumps.

"David."

He gulped, "....Yes?"

"Fuck me."

Words so harsh would have led anyone to believe he spent the next 20, maybe 30 minutes sloppily pounding away at her until he came undone in a heated rush, to only fall asleep right after being so spent. But that was the exact opposite of what happened.

The two spent the rest of the evening wrapped up within one another.

David was afraid—terrified that this would be his one opportunity with Y/N like this. Not because he doubted her levels of affection for him, but moreso out of the irrational fears that the world was going to come to end tomorrow. A sudden tidal wave would come and rip him from the earth, or that somehow he'd get caught up in the wrong crowd which would lead to his untimely death. Fears that clearly made no sense and had a 1 out of a million chance of possibly happening. So he silently made a promise to himself to remember every detail of this night, these hours spent with her so that he if did die at least it could be the last thing he thought about.

Every movement, every touch, brush he did so with the utmost attention.

Hands caressing her curves, making sure to dig the pads of his fingerprints into her skin just to make sure he could feel her in her entirety. Teeth sinking into her bottom lip and pulling at just the right tempo to earn a whine from her once more. Tongue gliding straight into her mouth to touch hers, both now brushing each other's as he reconnected his lips to her own—now swollen to the touch.

Even his thrusts were coordinated: slow, and deep. He wanted to feel all of her wrapped around his hard on, stretch her out to only fit his cock and his cock only. And the way her body responded—the way she responded, it could have sent him over the edge right then and there.

Y/N gasped in response, her eyes visibly blurring with tears as her dripping cunt clenched around him. David bellowed out with a moan, the vibrations radiating from his throat to his mouth into her own, lips still attached. He faulted himself, nearly losing his balance over at this new superior sensation shared between the both of them.

And when she came for the first time? God, it was otherworldly.

He could tell it was going to happen by how she tensed up and how short and uneven her breaths became beneath him. Her nails dug their way into his back surrounding his spine and her moans now echoed off like hiccups.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum."

Nervous, rigid David that was still buried beneath this new and bold persona was overwhelmed, ready to go into panic mode. He wanted this to be perfect, wanted Y/N to feel amazing in every way possible that he could.

His thrusts became harder and his fingers found her clit, rubbing at it mercilessly just to add on to the pleasure.

"You gonna cum for me?" He grinned, teeth bared and all as he watched her. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins rapidly, the feeling stirring emotions inside of him at a pace he had never experienced before, the feeling creating a blazing fire within the depths of his body. His fingers picked up the pace, now moving so fast he could feel Y/N closing her legs at the overwhelming feeling. "God you're so wet for me."

It only took a few more minutes and David whispered in her ear "Go ahead," all while gnawing on her neck for her to come undone. Her moans shifted to a volume so loud he was glad they were alone in the house. She wailed, grip tightening around his neck to pull him closer whilst her pussy clenched so rapidly it was enough to make him cum too. The feeling was just as exhilarating and mind-blowing as he had imagined but even better. It was like someone took pure electricity and injected it to every nerve ending within his body at the same time.

This continued on for hours.

The two came undone multiple times throughout the night but slowly, David began to realize it wasn't about the climax—no. It was about being so absolutely close to her it felt like not even air itself could slip in between them. How Y/N embraced his person like if she let go he would dissipate into nothing and float away with the breeze. How with every second that passed, he feel even more in love with her.

He understood now why people found sex so pleasureful, or at least he thought he did. Nothing compares to the feeling of this: Being with her.