The Way I Cackled At This

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Little Dove - A Series

(Joel Miller x female!reader)

18+

Series Summary: After sending both your daughters off to college, you and Joel find yourself to be empty nesters in your early 40’s. However, all that alone time has it’s perks, most of which are kinky.

TW: reach each chapters for specific warnings. 18+

A/N: The love I received from the first story has sent my brain into high gear. I have zero timeline for these stories and they may not come out in the order listed below. The story summaries could change as I write. 🙏🏻 please let me know which you’re most excited for or if you want to be tagged 🙏🏻

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You’re Mine, Little Dove

A walk at night starts with ropes, blindfolds, and ends with the best orgasms of your life, and an even better twist at the end.

Kink: Predator/Prey

Stay Still, Little Dove

Joel reminds you that his wishes are your commands during an interesting bet between you two.

Kink: Vibrator Torture, Pleasure Dom

Taste Her, Little Dove

Joel watches as you explore a new side of yourself.

You’re a Brat, Little Dove

At your 25-year high school reunion, an old classmates is enamoured with your partner; you can’t say that you blame her, but it sparks enough jealousy for you to decide to get Joel’s attention.

Kink: Brat Tamer, Spanking, Dom/Sub

Do Your Worst, Little Dove

Joel gets a taste of his own medicine.

Kink: Role reversal, domme/sub

You're Perfect, Little Dove

Insecurities from the past send you spiralling in a way that only Joel can fix.

Kink: Praise, Pleasure Dom

Touch Yourself, Little Dove

Joel discovers how much he likes to watch.

Kink: Voyeurism

Additional Materials

Thank You @survivingandenduring for this GORGEOUS edit of Joel and his Little Dove.

I’m glad you liked it! 😍❤️

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Lies, Excuses and Bullshit

Pairing: Exboyfriend!Dave York x f!Reader

Summary: A man with a double life willing to do anything to keep his obsession around, and a woman who doesn't know what she's gotten herself into.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI, go on get! Breaking up, creepy!Dave, infidelity, stalker behavior from Dave, oral(f receiving), spanking, unprotected PIV(make smarter choices), manipulation, and if there is anything I missed please let me know!

A/N: Phew, not sure what happened here. This is a first, I don't usually write darker stuff but something about Dave made it just fly out of my finger tips. This was written for @punkshort's AU August Challenge! Thank you Shortie for letting me be part of the challenge 😊 I need to shout out @beefrobeefcal @strang3lov3 @ozarkthedog and @mothandpidgeon thank you all for the encouragement and lending your eyeballs for this story! ❤️

@jay-zzle, my love, my bestie. This one is for you! 🥰❤️🥰❤️

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You thought things were fine. Dave is the perfect gentleman. It is a complete shock to see this text from your friend. It was a picture of Dave with another woman and two little girls at a soccer game. Maybe it’s his niece's soccer game and he’s just there being a good uncle? Until the next text comes in.

Isn’t that your boyfriend?

Another picture is attached featuring Dave, his arm around the woman. Then another and another and another. More evidence to suggest he is obviously in a relationship with the woman and you are the one left in the dark on this whole situation.

You stopped responding to your friend a while ago, staring at the pictures they sent. Back and forth, memorizing every detail. The way he’s looking at her. The way his arm is around her. The way he’s touching her. The way he kissed her -  that was the one that sealed your fate of knowing you had in fact not been seeing a recently divorced man but a married one. Your phone buzzes with another text notification.

D. York: Hey baby, still picking you up at 9 right?

You glare at your phone unsure of what the next step is. Obviously he is cheating on his wife unbeknownst to you. How does somebody even handle something like this? You really liked Dave, you saw a future with him. Your relationship has been going on for months now.

After neglecting to respond your phone buzzes again with another text from the man himself.

D. York: Been thinking about you 

You roll your eyes and text him back.

You: Not tonight. Don’t feel good.

D. York: Aw you poor thing. Do you need anything?

You didn’t even have the energy to respond with this new found information rattling around your brain, pressing the button to make your phone sleep and making your way to your bedroom. You plugged your phone in and crawled into bed, ignoring the constant buzz against your nightstand as you tried to drift off. The sun was still out but you couldn’t be awake right now. You needed to shut your brain off and this was the only way you knew how.

There was a pounding on your door when you woke with a startle. The moon casting shadows through the curtains into your room. You checked your phone, seeing the multiple notifications, some from your friends and some from Dave. He’d also tried calling several different times.

D. York: Are you okay?

Did you talk to him yet?

D. York: Do you want some company?

Want me to kick his ass?

D. York: How are you feeling?

What do you plan to say?

D. York: Baby, please answer me. Getting a little worried here.

The pounding on your door continued as you checked your phone. The doorbell camera he insisted on getting for you and installed showed Dave at your doorstep holding a plastic bag, grumbling, you got out of bed and walked towards the door.

“I’m coming. Give it a rest,” you shout, hoping Dave can hear you over his loud knocks.

Sliding the chain lock you open the door.

“Baby,” Dave sighs with relief, “What have you been doing? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours now!”

“I told you, I don’t feel good,” you shrug, “I’ve been sleeping.”

“I’m sorry to wake you, I started to get worried,” Dave says, looking around your living room, “I got you some stuff to hopefully help with whatever bug you’ve seemed to catch.”

You watch as he carefully steps into your space, placing the bag on the coffee table in front of your couch.

“Dave,” you sigh, “I know.”

“Know what?” Dave asks, hands on his hips and shaking his head with a smirk.

“I know you’re still married.”

You see his adam's apple bob as he swallows, flopping back onto the couch, and clasping his hands together. He stays silent for a moment, contemplating what to say next.

“How’d you find out?”

Your eyes widen, not expecting him to fold so easily. 

“A friend sent me some photos from today at the soccer field,” you murmur, trying to keep the wavering in your voice to a minimum.

“I see,” Dave says with a nod.

“You also have kids?”

Dave nods again, facing you this time.

“Why?”

“Why what?” Dave scoffs, “Sleep with you?”

“I wouldn’t just call what we’ve been doing as ‘sleeping together,’ Dave,” you say, using your fingers as air quotes when the words sleeping together leave your mouth.

“It’s really not that big of a deal,” Dave chuckles, “I get bored from time to time and like to play with someone new.”

“Your wife know that?” you ask, glaring at him. This man who you thought you knew is showing an entirely different side of himself, and you don’t like it.

“She doesn’t need to know because it’s not a big deal.” Dave sighs exasperated.

“I think it’s best if you left.”

“Alright,” Dave says standing, “If that’s what you want.”

“Yep,” you say with a sharp nod.

“Listen,” Dave says, reaching a hand towards your arm, and you slid your arm back letting him know not to touch you, and he put his hand down beside him, “Okay, well, it’s really not as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be. I like you, I like what we’ve been–”

“Dave, you’re cheating on your wife,” you grit through your teeth interrupting the spiel he was going on, and swung the door open for him, “Leave.”

—

“Fucking take it.” Dave growls in your ear, thrusting his hips harshly into you, “Just like that baby.”

Your moans fill his ears, he can tell you’re close. The way your walls flutter around his length, squeezing him tighter. He can practically taste your climax in the air around him, gripping your hips tighter and angling them so he can get deeper.

“Dave,” you sob, after a particularly harsh thrust. Fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, back arching as you continue to cry out his name.

Dave. Dave. Dave.

“David!”

Dave jumps to the sound of Carol’s voice. Looking around to see he’s in his own bed in his home, not yours.

“Honey, your alarm has been going off for 10 minutes now.”

He lets out a sigh facing his reality, adjusting the hardness in his pajama bottoms. It was just a dream. It’s been months since he’s seen you. You’ve seemed to make your way into his brain at all times of the day, conscious or not.

“I’m gonna get the girls ready but you don’t need to be late for work again,” Carol says, giving him a smile and wink. After last night, he’s not sure how much longer he can do this. He’s been trying to have sex with Carol more. Sure, she’s his wife but she doesn’t scratch the same itch you did.

He’s tried. He’s tried to be a good husband, he’s tried to be a good dad and he’s exhausted. Dave feels himself becoming more of a shell since you told him to leave.

You’ve made it abundantly clear you want nothing to do with him. He tried to reach out to you, only to have his number blocked. You disabled your doorbell camera after he left that night. You must have known he’d try and look at it on his phone, you knew he had the information for your account. Why wouldn’t he try to look?

What you don’t know is that once Carol takes the girls to school, he gets the second phone hidden in the false bottom of a shoe box in his closet that is an exact copy of your own. He can see who you’re texting, where you’re at, how things at work are going, who you’re hanging out with. It’s become an obsession to check it daily.

—

As he steps out of the shower, Carol shouts up the stairs that she’s leaving with the girls, and the front door closes shortly after. Time to start his day.

Getting dressed in his running gear and snatching his headphones from the dresser. He makes his way to the closet. Finding the shoe box with your duplicated phone.

Texts from your friends, a text from your boss and a missed call from your mom. What catches his eye the most is the notification from some jackass on Tinder. James. Scanning James’ profile he’s definitely not your type: blonde hair, green eyes, gelled back hair, and a full beard.

James, 29

Looking for a girl who just wants to have some fun, if it leads to more that’s cool too. I like hiking, graduated from Harvard, hanging with my bros, anything else hmu

Dave shakes his head as he reads the messages shared between the two of you. He scans reading hellos, good nights, sharing random facts about each other, until he stumbles upon the most recent messages

James: Hello gorgeous 😉

Hello 😊

James: So I’ve been thinking would you wanna meet up? Go get a drink or something?

Sure! 7 good?

James: Awesome! Yeah. Do you know where Sal’s is?

I do! It’s not far from my job

James: Perfect! I’ll see ya then beautiful

No. No way in hell is this James guy meeting up with you. Dave calls the office letting them know he’s taking a personal day, he has some business to take care of.

—

Sal’s is exactly what you expected it to be. Dark, dingey, and small. Not too crowded thankfully, it’s definitely got character though. The random decor on the wall is confusing. You can’t tell if this is supposed to be a sports or a punk bar with the random band posters on the wall along with sports jerseys next to them.

Making your way to the bar you sit down on a stool, flagging down the bartender.

“What’s your poison for the night?” He asks, wiping his hands on the towel he was carrying.

“Jack and Coke,” you say, slipping your hand into your bag to get your wallet out. He makes quick work of mixing the drink and placing it in front of you, handing over your card while you hear the jingle of the door.

“Starting a tab?” The bartender asks, swiping your card.

“No, thank you,” you smile as he hands your card back to you, putting it back in your wallet.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see someone standing a couple stools away. Looking down at your drink, moving the straw around before taking a drink. You take a peek at your watch to see it’s 10 minutes before you’re supposed to meet James. 

Maybe this was a bad idea, you haven’t had to do this in months. It was easier when Dave just kind of fell into your life.

“Whiskey on the rocks.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up when you heard the familiar timber of his voice, head snapping to look at him. Dave. His smirk as he waits on his drink says it all, he knew you would be here. Was he James?

“Are you fucking serious?” You hiss through your teeth.

Dave thanks the bartender, moving closer to you.

“I come in peace,” Dave says, sitting in the stool one away from you, “All I want to do is talk.”

“Are you James?” You ask through clenched teeth, glaring at him.

“Oh baby,” Dave tuts, “I’m not James, he’s very real.”

You continue to glare at him. Unable to force your brain to work with your limbs on moving, leaving, throwing your drink on him. Anything other than sitting here being in his presence.

“He wasn’t hard to convince to leave you alone though,” Dave looks at you with a smirk, one eyebrow raised and begins to chuckle, “One mention of snapping any finger that touches you sent him running.”

You try to swallow but your throat feels like a desert, gripping the tumbler in front of you and taking a swig. Did he… did he do something to James? Surely not, Dave wouldn’t even kill the spider that appeared in your apartment one day, scooped it up and took it outside. How could he cause harm to anything?

“Dave did you…” pausing pondering how to even ask the question.

“Did I hurt him?” Dave asks, scooting to the stool next to you and leaning in closer, invading your space and you nod your head, “No, just made it known what’s mine.”

You let out a sharp gasp at his words, arousal seeping into the gusset of your underwear, thighs clenching together at his closeness, feeling goosebumps erupt across your skin. This shouldn’t be happening but your body thinks otherwise.

“I’ve missed you baby,” Dave hums into your ear, “Don’t like how we ended things.”

The way he says it has the ice around your heart melting. You hate him but can’t help the way your heart betrays your brain at his words. Dave lets out a small growl, gripping your bare thigh beneath the bar top possessively.

“I’m staying in a hotel room tonight,” he says, the grip on your thigh becoming less and smoothing his hand against your inner thigh. Gliding his hand up, up, up. Pinky finger playing with the edge of your underwear under your skirt.

You grab his hand and pull it away from your core, bringing it to rest on your lap. Lacing your fingers with his, while his thumb rubs along your palm. You sigh, contemplating what to do. Go with him or send him packing like last time. The devil on your shoulder telling you to go with him, it’s just stress relief, it won’t- it can’t mean anything, he knows your body better than anyone else. The angel on the other side just repeating the same words, he’s still married.

In the words of your mother, if he doesn’t cheat with you then he’ll just find someone else. Might as well have fun.

“I’ve missed you too,” you confess with a soft whimper in his ear. Finally seeing him again after months of nothing has your practical sense crumbling. 

“Let’s go then,” Dave smirks, standing pulling your hand slightly to stand with him and leave.

—

Dave drove like a bat out of hell to the hotel, dragged you to the elevator and his room as if this was his last chance to have you. Clothes flying off the moment you crossed the threshold of the room.

“Dave,” you moan, his lips ghosting down your neck to your collarbone. His hands grip your ass, pulling you flush against his front, feeling his erection against your stomach.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he groans, his mouth sucking the flesh of your breast, capturing your nipple in his mouth and giving it a nip. A whine escapes past your lips at the sudden pressure of his teeth, moving your body with him until you feel the back of your knees hit the bed.

Dave releases your nipple, pushing himself against you to lay back on the bed, making room for himself between your thighs. His dark eyes swimming with lust study your face. His hand comes to rest on your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek.

“Why’d you let me leave like that?” His voice barely a whisper, lying his forehead against your own.

“You’re married,” you wince hearing the words leave your throat. You shouldn’t be doing this.

“I can change that,” he smirks with a chuckle, kissing the corner of your mouth, “I’d leave if it meant you’d stay,” kissing your jaw, “I’d spend every single day of my life making you happy,” he coos, trailing his lips down to your neck, laving his tongue against your pulse point.

“Dave,” you plead, hoping to stop his words. You don’t want to hear this, it’s all lies to get you to stay. The ache between your thighs begging for more.

“Mean it baby,” Dave says with a hum, mouth traveling down the expanse of your body, “Only want you,” he breathes when his face inches away from your sex, “Looks like you want me too,” he teases.

You feel the warmth spreading through your body as he sighs using his thumbs to spread your lips apart, staring at your glistening slit.

“Oh yeah, she’s definitely missed me,” he hums, flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Dave,” you gasp, gripping the sheets between your fingers. He works his tongue along your bundle of nerves swirling and sucking.

“God I’ve missed this pussy,” Dave growls, gripping your hips tightly before fucking you with his tongue.

“Fuck,” you moan, back arching off the bed. The fire in your abdomen grows more intense. You reach for one of his hands, linking your fingers with his. His other hand moving, fingers prodding at your entrance.

“Please,” you beg, “Dave, pl- please. More, I- I need m-“, you cry out when his fingers plunge into your cunt. Swiftly curling them inside you as he moves the pads of his fingers back and forth putting delicious pressure against your g-spot.

“That’s it baby,” Dave groans, nipping your inner thigh, “Let me have it.”

Your toes curl feeling the coil in your lower belly tightening, leaning your head up to watch him. He looks as wrecked as you feel as he rapidly flits his tongue against your clit. His brows furrowed in concentration as he worked his mouth and fingers in sync for you to reach your climax, his lips shiny from your arousal. He opens his eyes to see your mouth hung open in a silent scream, brows pinched together as you pant looking into his eyes.

“Dave,” you pant, “Baby, I’m gonna come.”

Your walls clamp down on his fingers as you stare into his dark orbs. White hot heat spreads throughout your body, letting out a soft shriek.

“Flip over,” Dave instructs, moving your pliable limbs so you’re on your stomach. You cry out as he pushes his cock into you sharply.

“Fuck.”

“Shhh,” Dave tuts, “It’s okay baby, you can take it.”

You whine, it feels like he’s splitting you in two, walls gripping his length. He doesn’t give you a moment to adjust before he’s roughly snapping his hips into you.

“Make you mine again,” Dave grunts, “No one else deserves you.”

The pain quickly turns into pleasure as he works his cock in and out. The sound of your squelching pussy filling your ears as strangled noises crawl up your throat.

“God damn baby,” Dave hisses, tilting your hips up as he grinds his hips into you, hitting that spot deep inside only he’s been able to reach.

“Missed this so,” he grunts, slapping your ass, “Fucking,” another slap against your skin, “Much,” another harsh slap before soothing the marks he’s left with his palm.

“Dave,” you let out a choked sob, feeling the pleasure building, thrusting your hips back into him, “Faster.”

“Dirty girl,” Dave hums, gripping your hips again, pounding into your pussy at a frantic pace, “You gonna- oh fuck- come again?”

You can only nod your head weakly, feeling the sizzling pressure in your abdomen start to boil over. Your walls spasming and contracting around his cock. The muscles in your legs tensing before screaming out.

“Oh fuck,” Dave moans, “That’s it baby. Come on my cock. Just like that.”

Dave leans over caging you between his arms, thrusting into your wet heat a half a dozen times before his hips start to lose rhythm and going still, your name tumbling from his lips, letting your walls milk his cock feeling the warmth of his seed paint your walls.

“I really have missed you,” Dave admits slumping against you with a sigh, “So fucking much.”

He kisses your shoulder before pulling out with a hiss. You groan feeling the emptiness before he helps you up, guiding you to the bathroom.

You shower together, taking time to wash each other with delicate touches, and sharing intimate kisses before crawling back into bed with his arms wrapped around you.

You wake sometime in the middle of the night. Dave’s snoring beside you, finding your phone amongst your belongings scattered around the room, you make your way to the bathroom. Looking at Dave sleeping so peacefully from the doorway of the bathroom you can’t help feeling torn. You loved him, still do if you’re being honest with yourself, but this isn’t what you two should be doing.

You find an uber available and schedule to be picked up. Quietly making your way out of the bathroom and grabbing your things when you hear two identical dings. One from your hand and one from Dave’s bag. Slipping your clothes back on you slowly wander over to his things. Rummaging around until you find a phone, similar to yours. Pushing the button on the side you see a notification for an Uber 5 minutes away, looking at your own phone to see it displaying the same.

“What the fuck?” You whisper to yourself, head snapping to look at Dave hoping you didn’t wake him. You look around to find a pen and piece of paper.

—

Dave wakes the next morning with a smile, remembering what happened last night. Sliding his hand to where you should be, feeling the cool sheets under his palm, peeking an eye open to see the empty spot next to him.

He listens closely to his surroundings, hoping to hear the shower but is met only with silence. Frowning as he sits up, scrubbing his hands against his face trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. Looking around the room for any sign of you, taking note of your things being gone.

He sees a folded piece of paper lying on top of something on the dresser. Dave gets up to inspect what it is. His name is on the paper, sitting on top of two phones. Immediately recognizing one as yours and the other the duplicate he had made. His eyes scan the note you left, unable to believe what he was reading.

You’ll never be anything but a lying, cheating, manipulative douchebag. Figure your shit out. Don’t ever reach out to me again.

Dave’s hand curls into a fist as he reads the note over and over again. You left. You really left and this time it’s going to be even harder to find you.

He smirks, shaking his head as he collapses on the edge of the bed. You must not realize how much he loves a challenge.

THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!

Anytime Dieter has to film a sex scene, he's pre-requisite is that you, his personal assistant, is there on set for him to fuck first. Minutes before the shoot begins, he's railing you in the makeup trailer, watching as you fall apart in the mirror until he's about ready to cum. With his face flushed, a bit of sweat going, and exuding sexual prowess, hes kicking down the door and storming on set, ready for his intimacy scene.

Really, how can anyone expect him to act unless he gets his blooming ego warmed from the chick he's knocked up with his bastard.

I loved this so much!!!! 😍😍😍😍

Love me some soft!Dave 🥰

The Prenup (dave york x f!reader)

18+ account - minors do not interact

dave york x f!reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Rating: E

Summary: You and David York are two of the top divorce lawyers in Boston and are on opposite sides of a high-profile divorce. Both of you are at of the top of your game and have never lost a case. How will you navigate your feelings, as your personal and professional life intertwines?

Warning: sexual tension, flirting, mentions of divorce, mentions of infidelity, mutual pining, smutty flashbacks (oral – f receiving, and p in v sex), emotional cheating? language, sexual touching, nipple play, smidge daddy kink (papi), dirty talk, praise, oral (f – receiving), implied p & v sex

A/N: This is my contribution for Shortie's AU Challenge. I am channeling my inner Shortie; she always blesses us with long one-shots and so I decided to make this WAY longer than necessary. In order not to spoil too much, I include more of my thoughts at the bottom of this one-shot. P.S. David York is slept on in this fandom. We need more Dave. Justice for Dave. He’s not the Pedro boy that gets the most engagement but you best believe I inhale Dave York content. I can at least promise that this story is less angsty than my Riddles one-shot.

@punkshort

xx

Boston, Massachusetts

"Order in the court! I expect professional behavior from both counsel."

You leaned over the table, a smirk tugging at your lips as you tilted your head slightly. Your eyebrows arched in playful defiance. "Your Honor, I find it hard to believe that my colleague can actually think my client's request for a fair division of assets is unreasonable. The prenup clearly outlines significant financial disparities."

There was a slight curl in your lips, as you shot a glance at David.

David folded his arms, leaning back, his posture exuding an air of confidence that only amplified your irritation.  "Oh please. The prenup was signed willingly. This isn’t some poorly drafted agreement meant to confuse an unsuspecting spouse. You're making it sound like my client ambushed yours with a signed blank check."

His tone was casual, but his piercing stare ignited a flicker of annoyance in you.

You rolled your eyes, curling your fingers into the palm of your hand to keep calm. "In clear language, the prenup asserts that the assets acquired during the marriage should be shared equitably, especially given the increased at home contributions my client made."

You leaned in slightly, trying to assert your point, and fighting the reflex to slap David across the face. He was insufferable.

David leaned forward, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes, as if he thrived on the tension. "Increased contributions? Or should we say—you’re overstepping the boundaries of what was agreed upon, possibly driven by desperation? How does it feel to lose control over such a simple matter?"

His arrogance made you want to roll your eyes again, but it only infuriated you more to admit how effortlessly attractive he was, the way his eyes glinted with challenge.

Judge McCall sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I need you both to stop this sparring. Focus on presenting your evidence and keep your arguments above board, please."

You smirked, unable to resist a final jab, your voice smooth with a hint of sarcasm. "You’re right, Your Honor. I wouldn’t want to outshine my opposing counsel with simple logic and reason."

It felt satisfying to deflate his bravado, even if only momentarily, as you savored the incredulity that flickered across his face.

"Logic? That's rich coming from you. But I appreciate your attempt. It’s adorable." David said with a cocky grin.

Your irritation spiked, a mixture of anger and unwelcome attraction flooding your senses.

"I will hold this court in recess until both of you can conduct yourselves like the professionals you claim to be." Judge McCall recited, his authority cutting through the tension with an audible snap.

The gavel struck down, echoing through the still air, and David shot you a playful glare, a smirk still taunting his lips. You had never lost a case in your entire career, and neither had David. You both knew the courtroom was only part of the battle, and the real game was just beginning.

xx

The door to your office opened with a soft click, and the ambiance shifted as David strode in with an air of confidence. His tailored suit trailed the sharp edge of professionalism, but the way he leaned casually against the doorframe suggested an unspoken familiarity with the space.

"You know," he began, his tone light yet persuasive, "I think we both know how this could end. I hate to say it, but dragging this out in court might not do wonders for your reputation." He raised an eyebrow playfully, his voice dropping into a more intimate register. "I wouldn't want to see you embarrass yourself,”

You couldn’t help but smirk at his audacity, a blend of annoyance and intrigue igniting within you. “Are you suggesting I just roll over, David, I thought you were my opposition, not my advisor,” you shot back, with a playful tilt of your lips.

He took a slow step closer, the tension thickening as he casually brushed a nonexistent speck off his sleeve. "Oh, I'm just saying," he replied, maintaining eye contact, "sometimes less is more. Why put on a show when we both know the outcome will be the same?"

The words hung in the air, laced with subtext, and you felt the familiar heat rise within you. You leaned back in your chair, crossing your legs, an instinctive response to his proximity. He walked further into your office, the heels of his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. “Let’s talk about the upcoming court date. It would be much more—shall we say—expedient for both of us if you considered settling,”

You met his gaze fiercely, your heart racing despite yourself. “We’re not settling,” you said as you broke the gaze and focused on the papers on your desk.

“I’d hate to see you standing before Judge McCall trying to explain why you pushed for something that was never going to be achievable.”

“And what’s your angle here, David?

He chuckled softly. “No angle, I just think settling would be much more dignified, don’t you think?”

“You call it dignity, I call it capitulation.”

“Maybe. But consider this: sometimes surrendering is the real strength,” he countered, inching closer. The scent of his cologne filled the air, warm and inviting, mixing with the tension spiraling between you both.

“You’re making it hard for me to keep this cordial,” you quipped, crossing your arms defensively.

“Cordiality is boring, sweetheart,” David replied.

You tilted your head. “And here I thought we were supposed to be adversaries. Are you trying to butter me up?”

“Only when I think you can handle it,” he shot back with a grin.

“Let’s just stick to business, shall we?” you finally said, clearing your throat, but the breathlessness leaking into words contradicted your polished demeanor.

“Of course,” David replied, his smirk lingering as he stepped back, though the heat of the moment hadn't faded. “But I’ll be waiting for your call about that settlement.”

A smile danced at the corner of your lips. “Don’t hold your breath,”

David turned around to leave your office. “Hey,” he said casually, glancing back over his shoulder. “Make sure to say hello to your husband for me.”

You started twirling with your wedding ring and looked at the framed photograph that stood prominently among the clutter on your desk. It captured a joyful moment: your husband, with his infectious smile, and your two kids, their faces alight with laughter as they played in a sun-drenched park.

You raised an eyebrow. “And you can tell your wife I send my apologies,” you shot back.

With a wink, he replied, "I'll make sure to do that," before stepping out, leaving the moment hanging in the air.

Later that night in the gentle glow of the moonlight filtering through your curtains, you laid nestled in the warm cocoon of your bed, your eyelids growing heavy as the day's thoughts began to dissolve into a soothing haze.

As your drifted nearer to the edge of sleep, your husband quietly slipped into the room, and laid himself beside you, pressing his chest against your back, and you felt the warmth of his body against yours.

He held you close, tracing delicate patterns on your shoulder and you smiled faintly in your sleep, as you dreamt of David.

xx

“You're referring to the alleged infidelity?” you sighed, during the divorce deposition.

“Alleged? She was having sex with him in the guest room,” David’s client, Brian shouted.

The atmosphere in the room shifted as Brian's outburst hung heavily in the air. You could almost see the gears turning in David's head as he prepared to capitalize on this. “The infidelity is a clear breach of the marital agreement. Susan’s actions demonstrate a blatant disregard for the exclusivity of their marriage as agreed upon in the prenup,”

“So, you are saying that infidelity requires financial penalty?” you responded.

David nodded.

“Using your reasoning, any infidelity on your client’s part... would have to be held against him as well.”

“What are you suggesting?” David said.

You leaned forward, a determination sparking behind your eyes as you countered, "While infidelity might affect a court's perception of asset distribution and alimony in some cases, we must consider the full scope of the situation,” You turned to Brian and your voice dripped with feigned innocence. “Brian, why don’t you enlighten us about the child you’ve recently fathered?"

The room went silent, and David's confident demeanor cracked, just for a moment. Confusion flitted across his face, followed by a dawning realization that spoke volumes. He looked between you and Brian as he tried to piece together the implications.

Brian, setting his jaw, shifted uncomfortably in his chair looking anywhere but at David. The silent admission echoed ominously around the room, and you could feel the tide turning.

David's expression morphed from baffled to outright shock. It was evident he had no knowledge of this fact, and you could barely suppress the satisfaction bubbling within you.

You allowed yourself a small smirk, relishing the moment of vulnerability in David’s otherwise poised structure. “It seems,” you said, a teasing lilt to your voice, “that the narrative of infidelity might be more complex than David presents.

The tension in the room was palpable as Brian finally broke the silence. “I need a minute,” he muttered, rising from his chair. His voice was strained, and you could see the torrent of emotions battling within him as he hastily exited the room.

As the door clicked shut behind Brian, the tension in the room hung like a thick fog. You could hear the faint rustle of paper and the slight shift of chairs as Susan looked towards you, her smile massive.

“I need to use the restroom,” she said quietly, standing up. With a nod, she disappeared through the door, leaving you and David alone.

Once the door was fully closed, you straightened in your chair and produced a set of settlement papers from your briefcase. You slid the papers across the table toward David, maintaining eye contact, your expression earnest.

“You should consider working with Brian to get these signed.”

David arched an eyebrow, his earlier confidence returning. “And why would I do that?” he asked, crossing his arms defensively.

“Because,” you said, your tone measured, “the veil of infidelity has grown quite thin. The implications of Brian’s recent revelation could shift the entire landscape of this case,”

"You think I’m that easily swayed? Just because of this,”

“Not swayed, David,” you clarified, your voice steady. “But consider the risk. With Brian's infidelity on the table, the courts will take a more compassionate view on Susan’s actions, especially if she can demonstrate that her infidelity was a response to his. You must be aware that it’s not just about the stark facts; it’s about perception.”

David laughed lightly, though there was a hint of incredulity in it. “You think I’m going to roll over just because you’ve pulled a few tricks? I’m not going to settle. I’m prepared for court.”

With a casual flick of your pen, you leaned back in your chair, fully aware that it was David who now had to rethink his strategy. You were about to respond and tell him how ridiculous he was being when you felt a sudden vibration of your phone that disrupted your focus.

You glanced at the caller ID and your expression shifted, a fleeting moment of apprehension before you answered. It was your best friend, and she never called you during work unless it was important. You saw that she had previously texted you the words: “SOS”

 "Hey, what’s up?" you said, your voice steady, masking the tension that was beginning to build in the pit of your stomach. As her words spilled through the receiver, your gaze drifted, the papers in front of you blurring into the background.

Though you tried to maintain composure, you felt your anger rising. Your jaw tightened and your grip on the phone became a little too intense—a subconscious attempt to anchor yourself against the rising tide of emotions. The corner of your mouth twitched, materializing a thin, forced smile in response to the painful snippets you were hearing. You were usually an expert at concealing distress, but the cracks were starting to show.

Across the desk, David, a perceptive observer, noticed the change in your demeanor. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern.

You opened your mouth, preparing a response, but the weight of your best friend’s revelation hung heavy in the air. “I… I have to go,” you finally said, your voice a touch unsteady.

Without waiting for a reply, you ended the call, your fingers shaking ever so slightly as you set the phone down. You grabbed your things with a sense of urgency, your thoughts racing as you struggled to mask the emotional storm that threatened to break free.

As you hastily gathered your belongings, your mind still reeling from your best friend’s news. Before you could even process what was happening, David moved around the table.

In a moment that felt surreal, he reached out and cupped your face in his hands. The warmth of his touch was unexpected, and your heart raced—not from fear, but from an unbidden rush of conflicting emotions. There was no mistaking the intensity in his eyes; they held something that lingered just below the surface. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

For a fleeting second, you were taken aback, caught in an emotional whirlpool, the boundaries of professionalism blurring. But just as quickly as it had begun, it all came crashing down. Feeling an impulse to restore the distance between you both, you pulled away, your heart pounding in your ears.

“David,” you said, your voice firm but still trembling from the unexpected intimacy of the moment. “This isn’t the time for this,” you said, desperate to reestablish the professional tone.

Reaching for the door, you paused for a moment and just as you were about to turn the knob, you turned around.

“Just sign the papers,” You gestured to the settlement papers spread across the table.

xx

As you stepped through the front door, the familiar scents of home wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. The sound of upbeat music filled the air, accompanied by the rhythmic thud of feet hitting the floor. Curiosity piqued, you followed the sound into the living room.

You found your mother in workout gear, energetically following along with an intense fitness video. The living room was transformed into a makeshift gym, with colorful mats spread out and water bottles conveniently placed nearby.

As your mother turned, sweat glistening on her forehead, her eyes landed on you with a mixture of shock and amusement. "You’re early… and you look like shit!" she exclaimed, barely missing a beat in her workout routine.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as you leaned against the doorframe. "Thanks, Mom,”

"You know my friends and I are having a lip party later. I know you’re not into that, but you can join us if you want. Raul takes the fat out of our butts and injects it into our lips."

"That gives a whole new meaning to talking out of your ass," you shot back, laughing lightly.

Your mother with her mismatched socks and wild hair, always had a way of saying quirky things that would catch most people off guard—but you were used to it. At just sixteen, she became a mother herself, cast out by her parents, left to navigate a world that felt impossibly large and unforgiving. She transformed her pain into a life full of unconditional love and support for you.

Growing up poor wasn’t easy, but your mom embraced it with a stubborn resilience that only she could muster. You remembered the nights when she’d hustle through her graveyard shifts at the diner, fluorescent lights flickering above her as she poured coffee for strangers who hardly noticed her. Yet, you always knew that beneath those tired eyes was a fierce determination to give you a better life. While she often struggled to make ends meet, she tirelessly saved every penny to make sure you had a chance to go to college.

The day you graduated from college, and later stood on the steps of Harvard Law School, you could see her there, your biggest cheerleader, her face lit up with a mix of pride and disbelief, all the sacrifices of her past culminating in this moment. She was at an age where she would get some cosmetic tweaks here and there, even though she didn’t need it at all. For you, funding those little indulgences she so joyfully embraced felt like a small token of gratitude rather than an expense – whether it was a new skincare regimen or a visit to her favorite clinic for a ‘facial’ – also known as botox. Some may have called it vanity, but you simply understood it as her way of feeling confident.

Checking the time on your phone, you sighed, "I really need to shower and then pick up the girls…"

She waved a hand dismissively. "I’ll handle the pick-up. You go freshen up."

You hesitated, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Are you sure? I’m here,”

Your mother helped you and your husband with the kids, she lived about 15 minutes away and she had loved stepping into the role of grandmother, even though your daughters called her by her first name. Her request.

She caught your eye and smiled, a playful glint in her gaze. "I’m sure,”

As you turned to head towards your bedroom, she called out, “Hey! Should I whip you up a drink while you’re at it? Maybe a martini?”

You half-laughed, glancing back at her. “Mom, it’s 3 PM,”

“Exactly! That’s practically early evening somewhere,” she shot back, hands on her hips. “What’s more self-care than a little liquid relaxation? Plus,” she added, winking cheekily, “by the time I bring the girls back, you’ll be rejuvenated and ready to deal with them!”

“Right, because a tipsy mom is the kind of energy they need,” you replied, shaking your head as you turned towards your bedroom.

“Hey, if you’re going to raise the next generation, you should at least do it with a buzz!” She called after you, and you could hear her giggling as you walked away.

You felt so excited when you stripped out of your clothes, you couldn’t remember the last time you came home this early. This day was exhausting, you told your office you were taking a half day. In the soft haze of steam, the bathroom felt like a sanctuary, the air thick with warmth and the sound of water cascading down. You stood under the showerhead, letting the soothing streams wash away the stress of your day, though your mind was elsewhere.

David.

Thoughts of the case filled your head, swirling like the steam around you.

David.

Thoughts of him touching you today and wanting to feel his lips on yours.

David.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't hear the quiet creak of the bathroom door nor the gentle sound of footsteps on the tiled floor. It wasn't until you felt a warm presence behind you, a familiar weight against your back, that you fully came back to the moment. The water poured over you, glistening on your skin.

Your husband enveloped you in his arms, his chest pressing against her back. "You've been working too hard, you know that?" he murmured, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver of surprise through you. You had been too caught up in her mind to notice him coming in, but his touch grounded you.

“One of my cases took an interesting turn today; I have opposing counsel by the balls, so I think the long nights will stop,”

He slid his hands down your sides, feeling the smoothness of your wet skin, his fingers trailing over your curves. "The balls huh?” he continued, his voice low and teasing. "I’m not settling, sweetheart,”

You turned around to face your husband, David.

“How about we settle on a more hands-on approach instead?” Your voice was soft yet laced with suggestion.

David’s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a wicked grin. With that, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that made your head spin. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat building between you as your hands explored the contours of his body, pulling him closer.

It was hard to believe that ten years had passed since the whirlwind of chaos that had introduced you to David.

You were opposing counsel on a high-profile divorce case involving your notorious rockstar client and his fashion designer wife who David had been representing. Both clients were as volatile as they came, their passions spilling over into the courtroom and beyond. During the initial meetings, you remembered the palpable tension that had filled the air, not just between your clients, but also between you and David.

You had clashed from the very start. Every strategy session was a battle of wits, each trying to outmaneuver the other. You would suggest a course of action, only to have him counter it with a sarcastic quip that ignited your irritation. Meetings turned into a game of sparring, with the courtroom as your battleground.

But amidst the stress and hostility, something unexpected had begun to simmer. There was a spark—a magnetic pull that neither of you could ignore. Late nights pouring over case files morphed into stolen glances and fleeting touches. The tension that once felt like conflict took on a new energy, an unspoken understanding simmering beneath the surface.

You remembered the night it happened. You both stayed late, tensions high from a particularly nasty spat with your clients that threatened to derail the case. The office was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as you argued, the air crackling with frustration. And then, in a moment of surprising heat, your lips met. It was reckless, unexpected, and utterly intoxicating. You pushed aside a few scattered files, the sound barely reaching your ears as his hands found your waist, pulling you firmly against him. His lips were warm and insistent, coaxing a frantic response from you that left you breathless. You ran your hands along his arms, feeling the taut muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt, a contrast to the softness of the kiss. He proceeded to pull your panties down and his head disappeared under your skirt as he settled his face between your thighs. Your elbows buckled, and you collapsed against the desk as he licked, stroked, and sucked, sending waves of pleasure through you. You cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations. Trembling, you felt him secure your hips with one arm and he made you come harder than you ever had.

When you recovered, he pushed inside of you filling you up with one thrust and set a pounding rhythm and your mouth opened to let out filthy sounds because you were so lost in the sensations that you forgot that you were supposed to hate him. You were a panting, aching mess, as he made you beg, made you want, and fucking tortured you before he let you come. Finally, he hit that magic spot, and you experienced a pleasure you had only read about and you clenched violently on his cock screaming his name, while he whispered filth your ear. Moments later, David was groaning out as his release hit him and he kissed you hard, moaning into your mouth. 

In the days that followed, you plastered on facades of professionalism, even as your heart raced at the thought of what had transpired. It had clearly just been stress relief. You didn’t talk about it. But sometimes, you would catch David’s eye across the conference table, and the memories of that night would flicker in your mind like a vivid flashback, stirring emotions you didn’t know how to articulate.

And, the irony was thick; your clients, once dead set on ending their relationship, had begun to reconcile. They called off the divorce and worked through their differences.

After the final negotiation session where your clients seemed more like a united front than ever, you both stepped out onto the balcony of your office for some fresh air. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city skyline, and for a moment, you both leaned against the railing in silence, the weight of the past few months hanging between you.

Finally, David broke the silence, turning towards you with a mixture of nervousness and determination in his eyes. "We should talk," he said, his voice low and steady. "About everything."

Your heart raced as you turned to face him, the memory of that night flooding back. “What is there to talk about?” you replied, trying to keep your tone light, but the tension was palpable.

His gaze bore into you, unflinching. “I know we haven’t acknowledged…what happened. But I can’t pretend it didn’t happen,”

You swallowed hard, trying to manage the whirlwind of emotions. “It was a mistake,” you said instinctively, but even as the words left your lips, you knew it was a lie.

David stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Was it?” he challenged, but then softened his tone. “Look, I don’t want to make things complicated, but we’ve shared something…unique. And now that this case is winding down, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to explore between us.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You mean a—”

“A date,” he pressed, a hopeful smile breaking through his serious demeanor. “Just you and me. Away from the courtroom, these files, and all the bullshit,”

You stared at him, searching his face for any sign of insincerity, but all you found was kindness. A thrill ran through you. Yes, it was reckless. Yes, it was complicated—but there was something about David that made you want to take a chance.

“Okay,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’d like that.”

David’s smile widened, a sense of relief washing over his features. “Great. How about dinner tomorrow night?”

You nodded, a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling within you. “Tomorrow sounds perfect.”

You and David hadn’t been in court together since that last case, and you still used your maiden name professionally, so a lot of people didn’t know you two were married. Your current clients knew as it had to be disclosed, and Judge McCall was very aware – in fact he was the one who had married you both all those years ago.

“Tell me,” You breathed between kisses and returning to the present, your lips aching for more of his touch. “How do you plan to win this case?”

David pulled back just enough to tease you with a raised eyebrow. “By any means necessary, of course,” he murmured, trailing his lips down your jaw, igniting every nerve in your body.

You felt a rush of adrenaline as you pulled him closer, your fingers tangling in his damp hair. "By any means necessary, huh?" You challenged, your voice a sultry whisper. "That sounds dangerously like a promise."

David chuckled, his breath hot against your neck as he nipped at your skin lightly, sending tingles down your spine. "Oh, I always keep my promises," he replied, his tone low and teasing. "And right now, the only thing I want you to focus on is me,” he whispered. “And I’d much rather you focus on how good it feels when I—”

You interrupted him with a bold kiss that silenced his lips against yours. As your lips parted, you looked at David, his brows knitted in concern, and suddenly, the playful atmosphere shifted.

“What?” you asked, genuinely curious.

He hesitated for a beat, his expression serious as he brushed a lock of wet hair off your forehead. “I was worried about you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I saw you take that call earlier, and you looked... off.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of your day crashing down like a tidal wave. “It was Carol,” you replied.

David’s eyes searched yours. When you took a deep breath, the words spilled out. “Sam is cheating on her with some twenty-two-year-old girl from the gym.”

Your husband’s expression shifted, a mix of anger and disgust flickering across his features. “What?” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw tightening.

You, Carol and Sam had all met in undergrad, and they were college sweethearts. They were some of your oldest friends and you couldn’t believe Sam was willing to throw everything away for a fling.

“Yeah,” you nodded, the frustration at the situation washing over you. “She’s worried about their kids. I mean, they’re really young, and the whole situation is just so tacky,” you confessed, the anger evident in your voice. “I didn’t expect it from him. It’s just—”

“Difficult to digest,” David finished for you, nodding slowly.

For a moment, silence enveloped you both, thick with the weight of emotions. You clung to him. Finally, you spoke again, your voice almost a whisper. “I hate seeing her go through this. It just makes me think...”

His gaze held yours intently. “Think about what?”

“About how unpredictable relationships can be. How everything can change in an instant,” you said.

David stepped back, releasing your hands gently. His expression flickered with concern. “You’re not worried about us, are you?”

As the last drops of water cascaded off your shoulders, you took a moment to breathe. You hesitated, the question lingering like a charged current in the air. “No, I just—”

David stepped closer, his hands reaching out to cup your face. "Because I can assure you, I’m never going to do that," he interrupted, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone.

Just as you opened your mouth to respond, he gently placed a finger across your lips, quieting your thoughts.

"Never,” he repeated. “Besides, I don’t believe in divorce,”

“But you’re a divorce lawyer,” you rolled your eyes.  

“It’s a job,” he chucked softly. “You and me, that’s forever,”

“You’re just saying that because we never signed a prenup, and so it would cost you a lot of money,” you teased.

David came from a very wealthy family, and he had made his own money with his career as a lawyer. So, when you two got engaged, you told him you were happy to sign a prenup as you didn’t feel entitled to his inheritance and you didn’t want his family or him to think you were with him for the wrong reasons. You knew how messy things could get during divorces and it felt pragmatic to check all of the boxes. Ironically, you don’t think you had ever seen him be so offended by something you said. He told you that he felt that too many people entered marriages thinking they could devise an escape route if things got rough, and he didn’t want you both to enter this marriage expecting a divorce. It was a bold proposition coming from a divorce lawyer – but surprisingly you two never ended up signing a prenup.

“I love you,” he chuckled, dipping his head to capture your lips once again.

The sincerity in his words sent a comforting warmth through you, and you felt a slight smile creep across your face. "I love you too," you murmured, pushing away your previous doubts.

With that, you turned off the shower. David stepped out and handed you a towel, his eyes never leaving yours. The soft fabric felt luxurious as you wrapped it around your body, attempting to shield yourself from the chill.

He took a towel for himself.  As he dried off, you took a moment to admire him, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude flood your chest. Each muscle, each curve, every scar told a story, and he was beautiful and yours.

David finished drying off and tossed his towel, moving closer to you again, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "When are Molly and Alice getting back?” he asked, leaning against the bathroom counter casually, his posture inviting. “How much time do we have baby?”

You bit your lip, a teasing smile playing on your face as you considered your next words. “Well, I’d say we have about thirty minutes before my mother and the girls return,” you replied smoothly.

 “Thirty minutes, huh? That sounds like just enough time for—” he paused dramatically, his gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips, “—some strategic planning.”

“Oh, strategic planning, is it?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

With a swift, deft motion, he tugged your towel away, letting it drop to the floor. The rush of cool air sent a shiver down your spine. He swallowed hard and your mouth watered when you looked down at his rock-hard erection.

He leaned forward taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue swirling in circles as he cupped your other breast and teased your other nipple with the pad of his thumb. You whimpered, losing yourself in the sensation of him nipping at your nipple and licking at your breast. You ran your fingers into his hair, pulling and tugging at him as he started to suck hard.

“Oh my god,” you cried out a little too loudly, and he popped you out of his mouth with a grin.

“God you’re beautiful,” he murmured, staring at you and then carried you to the edge of the bathroom counter. The cool marble met your exposed skin—a stark contrast that sent another jolt of pleasure through you.

“David!” you gasped, half surprised, half thrilled, as he set you down and positioned himself between your legs, his body just inches from yours and he began to tease you with his fingertips, sliding them along your slick, as you gasped and tipped your head back slightly.

“Such a messy little pussy,” he teased, looking up at you, eyes dark with desire. “You’re so wet for me,”

“Well then fucking do something about it, papi,” you growled.

You saw his cock twitch because he not-so-secretly loved it with you called him that. It wasn’t a common occurrence for you two, but you loved to pull it out when you needed to get his attention.

“Mmm, love it when you’re a little mean with me,” he said, as he dropped to his knees, his face was suddenly between your legs, and his hands pushing your thighs apart. “Because then I get to watch you get so nice for me,” his lips brushed against your core and you gasped, a wave of pleasure surging through you as he slowly flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit. You could feel the heat pooling low in your abdomen, the pressure tightening as he continued to tease, swirling his tongue in delicious patterns.

“Unngh… so good,” you managed to stammer, your fingers slipping into his thick hair, guiding him closer. You could feel the familiar tension building, the longing for release intensifying as he drove you wild.

“Just good?” he teased, pulling back slightly to blow cool air against your slick folds, sending a fresh wave of sensation through you.

“David, please,” you begged, feeling yourself practically vibrating with need. “Don’t tease me—”

But he was relentless, burying his face back where you wanted him most, sucking and licking with a fervor that had you arching off the counter.  You could feel the overwhelming warmth pooling in your belly, the tension coiling tighter with every flick, every thrust of his tongue, and with a soft cry, you felt yourself teetering on the edge. “I’m—David, I’m so close—”

With that, his fingers joined the mix, slipping inside you, curling perfectly to hit that sweet spot that had your back arching and your breath stuttering. Your moans turned to cries as he worked his magic, pushing you to the brink.

“Come for papi, baby,” he urged, his voice thick and muffled against your core as he kept the rhythm steady, coaxing your orgasm to its peak. “Let go for me.”

And then you did. The tension shattered into a million pieces as waves of heat washed over you. You cried out his name, your legs shaking as the world around you dissolved. Each pulse and throb sent you spiraling deeper, his mouth and fingers working you through the overwhelming sensation.

As your breaths slowed, you could feel David’s warm body pressed against your own, his forehead resting against your thigh as he breathed in your scent, savoring the moment.

“Was that strategic enough for you?” he teased lightly, glancing up at you with a satisfied grin.

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up from your chest. “I think you nailed the plan, counselor.”

He rose to his feet, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that tasted of you, and you pulled him in tighter, feeling the hardness of his cock against you.

As he positioned himself between your legs once again, he pressed his cock against your slick folds, teasing just at the entrance but not pushing inside yet. The anticipation made you arch your back, seeking more of him.

“David, please," you breathed, the desperation in your voice clear.

“Please what?” he taunted, his lips curving into a playful smirk. “You want more, baby?

You nodded pathetically, your body thrumming with need as you bit your lip, watching him with pleading eyes.

“Tell me what you want,” he purred, letting the tip of his cock tease against you, driving you mad with desire.

“Fuck me,” you gasped, the words almost spilling out in a whimper. “Please, David.”

With a satisfied grin, he leaned forward, shoving himself inside of you. “Whatever you say, counselor,”

xx

The emotional cheating warning was a lie to keep you guys on your toes! Was it obvious that they were married the entire time? I’m a softie so I love soft!dave when he’s in love with his wifey and fucking feral for her.

Shortie is our rom-com queen! So, for her AU challenge, I took inspiration from the movie Laws of Attraction. This is how I envision Pierce Brosnan and Julianne Moore’s characters turning out maybe 10 years down the road. Also, I had to add the mother (with my own spin) in this one-shot because I thought she was the funniest person in the movie, so I wanted to add some humor in the one-shot. The lip party is a quote from the movie.

If you haven’t watched Laws of Attraction – do it! Pierce Brosnan is soooooooo Papi Chulo in it 😉

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