David Dobrik Imagines

House Party 🍃

A/N: this was written by 🍃 anon on my blog, you can find more of her work on my blog and on her own which is @ vsfics on tumblr.

Enjoy!

--------------

David laughed, readjusted the focus on his camera, and ran a hand through his hair. He was in the corner of the living room, which was serving as a makeshift dance floor. The lights were dim and the room packed with bodies.

You watched him from across the crowd, pissed that he was enjoying himself. He's the one that dragged you to this shitty house party and abandoned you as soon as you crossed the threshold. You knew parties were like work events for David, but you still wanted a little attention from your boyfriend. Fuck that, you deserved attention. You were willing to throw on a dress, wade across a beer soaked floor, and endure hours of stoned frat boys and terrible music just so David had some company. And then he had the audacity to ignore you, in favor of filming some guy falling over mid-keg stand. Or some strangers making out. Or Zane drunkenly mopping up a spill with his t-shirt.

Maybe it was because you were a couple beers deep, but you'd been feeling jilted and pouty all night. You made up your mind to get his attention. Now was an opportune moment, as the boys were leaving him alone for a minute to get more drinks. You crossed the length of the room, raising your eyebrows as you arrived in front of him.

"There you are," David smirked. "Haven't seen you all night. Where have you been?"

"I got trapped in the kitchen listening to some guy tell me about his Intro to Philosophy class for an hour. He was so out of it. He must have told me the same Hume quote five times."

David laughed and leaned down to kiss your forehead. His gentleness didn't soften the anger in you.

"I missed you," he said, pulling away.

"Yeah right," you huffed. "You've been ignoring me all night."

"No I haven't!" He protested. "You know I came here to get footage. I just need a few more minutes of content and then we can get the fuck out of here."

"So you can go edit and ignore me at home."

"N— no," he stuttered because he knew you were right.

Fed up, you reached down and pulled him forward by the waistband of his jeans. David's body collided harshly with yours, as you tilted your head and pressed your lips underneath his jaw. You kissed a path up to his lips, allowing a moan to vibrate against his skin while you had your mouth on him. Your hand snaked up his thigh, cresting over the zipper of his pants. You felt him halt and swat you away. You brought your hand back to his dick again. That's when he whispered in your ear.

"You're gonna get it if you don't fucking stop."

That sent chills up your spine. Good. This is the attention you'd been craving. You wanted him so badly that you almost fell to your knees right there. You bided your time though. Instead, you slide your thigh between his legs, straddling him a bit and pulling him close.

Grinding your hips against him.

"Prove it," you whispered back. He was so tense in your arms. You were worried you'd genuinely upset him for a moment, until you felt him getting hard against your thigh. You beamed up at him. He glared back down at you, swallowing hard.

"Don't provoke me."

"But I need you so bad right now baby," you had your arms around his shoulders and you were cooing in his ear. "I'm so wet just thinking about it." He twitched in your grip. He loved praise. He fed on it.