Dave. What are. You doing?

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" dAVID ELISABETH STRIDER " you yelled at the top of your lungs "WHERE THE FUCK. IS. MY. UNDERWEAR. "

"Sorry babe! Can't hear you over the sound of how cool this is going to look on my blog!" His cocky voice responded and you face turned red.

You fumbled your way towards his room, only wearing your (f/c) shorts, and Dave's shirt. Sneaking your way towards his room, you crouched down and crawled your way towards where he was sitting on his chair, facing his computer.

Like the fucking weirdo you are, you stood up slowly. Covered his mouth and slid off his shades, a small smirk on your lips. "Caught you." You whispered into his ear. "Now before I literally make you beg for mercy. Where are they? " you bit a part of his earlobe, a specific spot you figured out a while back.

His face turned red, but he kept his cool. " promise to tell?" You whispered softly, and he nodded. His left hand twitched. "Thank you." You let go, but to your mistake, he turned around, stood up, and grabbed your wrist. He pointed to side of his bed where they were clearly spread.

"Ok, you got your shit, now leave and let me work my magic. " he looked flustered and you avoided the obvious tent in his pants.

"Mhm, thanks for cooperating~!" You chuckled, stepping out of his room. With out a second thought you shuffled to your room. Not to be boosting, but..you were proud of yourself. It was awfully hard to turn Dave on.

You placed your panties in the wash. And closed your door, staying in the clothes you where in. Crawling on to your bed, you sighed and grabbed a notebook and a pen. And started writing. It was just something you liked to do in your spare time.

Your name is _____ _____ and you've been dating Dave Strider since last summer, or more specifically, since the incident which took place in his room and bathroom in the summer :), And strangly, living in the same apartment for a while, even though his brother lived there too, he was always out doing who knows what. But apart from not having school anymore. Your pretty hap- oh my god was that a fucking moan.

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