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If someone asked you if you were grateful to DAVE STRIDER - the both infamous and famous SBAHJ director - a few years ago, you would've said no.
But after time (something Dave knows very well), you've finally accepted that you're grateful for not being left to rot in a jail cell for the rest of your life. You may be a sappy piece of shit for saying this, but the two of you are perfect for each other.
The two of you love going on various types of dates together, and you like to think you just enjoy each other's company in general. Even just the moments where he's threading his callused hands throughout your thick and messy hair is enough to make your entire day. Of course, you'd never admit that to him directly, but you know he understands your gratitude completely. It's a signal that involves zero words; which is another attribute you love about him completely. He just understands you in a way no one else can.
But lately, he's been drowning himself in work to direct his new movie. It isn't one of his bullshit movies that involves thousands of poorly drawn jpegs and pounds of weed. It's an actual movie, a well written one that you helped to write. Dave claims that it's completely ironic since all he pumps out are nonsensical "films" that have subtle political messaging, but you find it nice that he was going out of his way to make an actual film. You were actually quite excited to see what he was coming up with.
You were excited. That’s the thing. You were very interested to see how this turned out, but lately, all he’s been doing is locking himself up in his room and barely paying attention to you. Every time you try to spend time with him, he's never actually paying attention and instead toiling away for this movie. You miss Dave, and just want to spend actual time with him. It's even started to make you worried and insecure. What if he's bored of you now? It's been about 3 sweeps since the two of you have been together, so maybe he's finally fed up?
You bring this up with Kanaya the next time the two of you meet up. She was your moirail for a few sweeps before you realised you were panquad and wanted Dave in all of his quadrant. You still enjoy talking to Kanaya and her Matesprite, Rose.
“Well Maybe All You Need Is A Good Distraction For Dave.” Kanaya says after finishing her tea. The blend is a human one and reminds you of all of the pretty flowers Kanaya tends to during her job.
Kanaya continues, “Rose Sometimes Gets Caught Up In Her Novel Writing And Wont Leave Her Room For Days I Often Have To Lure Her Out With Something Just So I Can Make Sure She's Okay."
"THAT'S THE THING THOUGH. I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING! I'VE OFFERED TO WATCH WHATEVER BULLSHIT MOVIE HE LIKES, OFFERED TO COME SNUGGLE IN OUR MOIRAIL PILE THAT WAS FULL OF FRESH AND CLEAN SHEETS, I'VE EVEN RESORTED TO BLACK ROMANCE JUST SO HE CAN STOP STARRING AT HIS DAMN SCREEN FOR ONCE." You take a sip of the warm tea Kanaya gave to you after your rant, and it immediately soothes the sores in your throat.
“You See Karkat, You Need Something Special Something So Special Dave Will Not Be Able To Take His Eyes Off You And Completely Abandoned His Work To Fully Pay Attention To You.”
"AND THAT IS?"
Kanaya smirks with her jade painted lips and stands up.
"Come With Me Now, We Have Lots Of Work To Do."
♋︎
After a big shopping spree with Kanaya, you finally understood what she was trying to say.
The following day of your conversation, you dig up the clothes you stashed at the back of your closet and pull them out of the shopping bag.
The bag contains a well fitted and white button-up that has a gap in the middle. The next being a high waisted pencil skirt that Kanaya had laying around in her hive, and gifted it to you for the occasion. It was originally plain, but Kanaya decided to embroider your hatch symbol on the bottom left corner, and even used grey thread to top everything off.
You then dig out the vibrant red panties from the depths of your drawer. The pattern is intricate and lacey; just thinking about it makes your nook pulse slightly. You grab the garter belt and move it over your waist and after putting them on, you realise that the belt is a bit too tight for you and dig into your curves. The sight flashes a bit of insecurity to your think pan, but you remind yourself that Dave will like it. At least, you hope so.
The sheer and long socks take a bit of effort to go over your legs, but you manage to clamp them down with clips, and you finally feel complete. A bit nervous, but still feeling somewhat confident to go up to Dave.
You soon find yourself at the door of Dave’s office, thinking about if this is even going to work. How would this even work? You’re not attractive enough to make Dave drop everything just for you. This is stupid. You’re going to march back to Kanaya’s house and complain even more about how your husband is going to forever ignore you and-
“Oh, hey Karkat-” Dave stops in his tracks and meets your eyes. He doesn’t have his shades on, so you can see his bright red eyes. They’re bloodshot and almost manic looking. There’s heavy eye bags under his eyes, almost competing with yours.
He continues to stare at you. Gawking at your outfit while his mouth is wide open. Now you’re really starting to think about how stupid you look.
“JEGUS DAVE YOU DON’T HAVE TO LOOK AT ME AS IF I'M A STUPID WRIGGLER PLAYING DRESS UP. I GET IT ALREADY DAVE, YOU DON’T HAVE TO REMIND ME.”
He snaps out of his trance, and quickly counters your self-aggravating argument.
“Wait what, no.”
Dave instantly grabs your wrist at the mention of your self-loathing, and kisses the inside, almost nipping at it slightly.
“I’m being so for real right now Karkat you look really fucking hot right now and i think im going to die from sleep loss and your fat ass in that skirt if you don’t sit on my face right now.” Dave mumbles into your arm while you blush slightly. It always catches you off guard when he blurts out stuff like… that…
Instead of listening to request, you slowly pull away from him, and face away from his pleading eyes. You’ve missed him, and the least the bastard can do is apologise for ignoring you lately.
“YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING WORRIED I WAS WHILE YOU WERE HAULING YOURSELF UP IN YOUR OFFICE? DO YOU KNOW HOW UPSET I WAS WHEN I WANTED TO SPEND ACTUAL FUCKING TIME WITH YOU, AND THEN JUST IGNORING ME FOR YOUR WORK EVERY TIME YOU DID. IT HURT YOU KNOW?”
He pauses for a moment. Looking shameful and sorry. You can tell he’s choosing his words carefully. After a few moments, he starts up an apology, but ends up blurting the rest.
“Fuck Kat, I’m so sorry for ignoring you baby. The deadline has been even worse lately, but I thankfully got the executives to jump off my ass. I promise I’ll do anything to make it up to you babe please-”
Dave drops to his knees and caresses your thigh. He places soft kisses on your thigh, while wordlessly begging to go under your skirt. The more time that goes by, the longer he leaves longer and messier kisses beneath you. You wanted to drag this out for as long as you could, but you’re honestly feeling a bit impatient right now.
You’ve never seen him so exasperated before, and the look on his face makes you want to completely ruin him. Hopefully his face will be painted in your red genmat soon.
You tilt his chin slightly up to his face so he stops, and whispers loud enough for him to hear.
“WE’RE NOT DOING THIS HERE. GO TO THE BEDROOM.”
“Sir yes sir.”
He shoots up from his position, and instantly scoops you into his arms bridal style. You hold tightly onto Dave’s neck, while douchebag laughs and carries you across the haul. You’d be cursing him out a lot more if he wasn’t able to just drop you on the floor at any time.
The two of you make it to your bedroom door in a rush, and Dave kicks the door open at full speed. The bang makes you jump up a bit, but the feeling is soon covered in lust after the realisation of where this is going.
Your train of thought is interrupted by Dave, who drops you on the bed and immediately lunges at you to leave hickies over your neck. After being with him for a while, he’s figured out a way to leave some sort of mark on your body. It doesn’t last as long as the marks you give Dave, but the pressure of the bite arouses you deeply. It's like he's hungry for you, and you’d be lying if that wasn’t a booster for your already low self-esteem. You’re a bit upset that there isn’t enough mouth to mouth kissing, and then decide to tug harshly on his tie.
Dave meets your lips with a sharp inhale- clearly caught off guard- but relaxes into the kiss almost immediately, and drives his tongue deeper into your mouth. While doing so, his hips are grinding down onto yours, and you buck up to meet his intensity. His hands are moving up underneath your shirt, and as much as you’d love this to keep going further, you stop him. You have a plan you’d like to actually follow.
“YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TAKE OFF MY CLOTHES WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD. I KNOW YOUR FUCKED UP THINK PAN IS DESPRATE FOR ME, BUT I WANT YOU TO PROVE IT TO ME. I SURE YOU’RE SOMEWHAT CAPABLE OF DOING SO, RIGHT?”
“Yes Kat, of course Karkat- I can show you I just need to prove it- please Karkat. Let me do this for you.”
He’s become needy and desperate from just a few kisses. You smirk at the thought. You're sure he can endure a little teasing, though.
“I’M NOT SURE I EXACTLY WANT THAT THOUGH. I’D LIKE TO SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN DO FOR YOU.”
But before you do that, you want to check something first. You also sort of want to make him beg, but you want to know that you’re not misreading anything right now. You’d really like this to go the way you want it to.
You loop your arms on the back of his neck and pull him closer so you can whisper in his ear.
“I NEED TO MAKE SURE I’M NOT BEING RASH HERE AND WANT TO KNOW THAT YOU ACTUALLY WANT THIS. I’M NOT GOING TO BE SOME BULGE CHAFFING IDIOT AND AUTOMATICALLY ASSUME THAT YOU WANT THIS.”
He nods profusely, and leans forward for you to kiss him, but you use your arms to push his chest so there’s room for the both of you. It’s only really centimeters apart, and as much as you want to kiss him senseless, you want his verbal consent.
“Fuck Karkat, yes I want this so, so, so bad.”
You flash him a semi-rare smile (semi-rare since he is your human fiancè and you love the nook biting tease.) and caress his cheek for one final question.
“YOU’LL TELL ME WHEN TO STOP RIGHT? I’M FUCKING SERIOUS ABOUT THIS DAVE. IF I DO SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE, YOU NEED TO TELL ME IMMEDIATELY."
“I will and I promise. Now if you could please help Dave jr on his journey and into his favourite place, aka your nook, I’d be forever grateful for your service Vantas.” You can tell he put more emphasis on the last part of your name. It’s something he always doesn't sound more "seductive" you think it’s complete and utter bullshit, but the both of you know you’re way too distracted to even fight back. So you just roll your eyes and flip the two of you over.
Dave whines, and that only further pushes you into teasing him more while you’re straddling him. He nearly moans when you bite down on his neck, nearly drawing blood. The first time the two of you ever tried to attempt this, you drew blood and panicked, cursing yourself out harshly for hurting Dave and vacillating quadrants. It was so foreign to you as a concept, and it freaked you out that you were hurting your matesprite at the time.
After a long talk (and lot’s of practice) the two of you know all of each other’s likes in the bedroom. Dave even admitted that he liked being bitten to the point of bleeding, and the two of you worked in a way where Dave could still be safe and get what he wanted.
His human skin is warm and delicate, and you make sure to bite extra hard into his sweet spots so his moans become more and more uncontrollable. You suck his Adam's apple, while his hands make his way to your ass, going under and groping your panties tighter and tighter the more you assault his neck. All while grinding down on him and feeling his squirm.
His mouth keeps on babbling on and on, praising you the further you go, and your nook only pulses more. You and Dave both have a thing for praise, and the both of you use this to each other’s advantages as much as you can.
“Fuckkkk, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK Karkat, you sure are grinding on my dick like a– FUCK,” You grind lower and faster on his crotch to get him to shut up. The hint partly makes it across.
“Okay I’ll stop, but if you don’t get your nook on my mouth I might jizz in my pants and baby I really don’t want that. Please Karkat, help me out here?”
And you can only be so patient for Dave.
You move back to (un)gracefully take off the tight pencil skirt, and reveal the undergarments. His eyes widen almost immediately and quickly grab the garter belt and the clip on the stockings so he can shove your crotch onto his face. The crotchless panties work out in your favour, and he instantly gets to work. Your hips fall down a fraction, and you groan loudly from the intense pleasure. His tongue feels magical against your nook, and your bulge is quickly coaxed out from your sheath.
“Awww our little buddy is finally showing up.”
“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS TALK TO MY BULGE. IT’S A BULGE FOR GOG’S SAKE. IT’S BARLEY SENTIENT. ALL IT DOES IS MOVE AROUND SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING TO STICK IT IN.”
“Like my mouth? Or my ass. I don’t think he really minds to be honest, I just hope he’s happy.”
“STOP CALLING IT A HE AND STICK IT IN YOUR MOUTH SO I DON’T HAVE TO HEAR YOU TALK TO MY BULGE LIKE A DELUSIONAL MANIAC WHO’S HIGH ON PAILING. SERIOUSLY DAVE, YOUR FIXTATION ON MY BULGE IS CONCERNING AND-”
Suddenly, he pushes you backwards, and you land on the back of the bed with a surprised yelp. He’s able to control how far he goes, and drives his tongue into your insides. Your spine arches, while more obscenities come out of your mouth. His hands grip tighter, and pull you forward to his mouth.
His tongue is doing all sorts of moves, and swirling around hypnotically. His tongue swirls up and down to really make you shiver, and it works. It always does. The things this man has done to you needs to be formatted out on a spreadsheet.
Dave starts to grab your bulge, stroking it while going deeper into your nook and driving his tongue up. The sensation causes your body to shake violently- and without thinking- you grind on his face, desperate to chase the pleasure. The pleasure that Dave is making you feel. It drives you crazy and all you want to do is lose yourself in the intenseness. His tongue lapping up your red genmat, his hand squeezing your bulge and making it fully unsheath, the other roaming all around your torso, pulling you by the g-string so he can go in further. You were starting to think it was impossible to be even closer. He’s always good at challenging the impossible though.
You don’t even notice the obscenities coming out of your mouth until Dave makes a stupid remark about it.
“Loud today aren’t we?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LIVE UP TO YOUR TITLE AS ‘NOOK HUFFER’ BEFORE I GET UP AND LEAVE. DON’T FUCKING PUSH IT STRIDER.”
“Nah.”
“WHAT?”
“You heard me.”
“YEAH. UNFORTUNATELY I HEARD YOU LOUD AND CLEAR, YET I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK YOUR COKED UP THINK PAN IS ON ABOUT.”
“I don't think you’d actually walk out on me. You’re all bark but no bite, Vantas.”
You want to scream at him, and completely deny him and his obnoxious ego. You know he’s trying to pull some black romance advances at you, but he’s right, you wouldn’t actually abandon him entirely, and you’d find yourself coming back to him, desperate for his loving touch.
You’d rather keep that secret to the grave than tell Dave that. So instead, you shove your nook in front of his face so he shuts up. He’s caught a bit off guard at first, but thankfully does, and sticks his tongue within you in an attempt to reach your shame globes. It’s physically impossible, and you’d need his human bulge for it, but his soft tongue makes up for it, and you go completely boneless underneath him. The pleasure builds within your body, you throw your head back while you become a spluttering mess.
Dave laps up the slurry for your nook, all while keeping your bulge hostage in his grip. He twirls his fingers around it as it seeks out his warmth frantically. He leaves your nook alone, and gives all of his attention to your bulge, and places wet kisses from the tip and to your sheath. You feel his tongue once again and he licks up and down while looking into your eyes.
It’s too much. Way too much to make you last for even a second longer. Dave knows how to make you come undone between his fingers (quite literally) and now you’re on the verge of cumming.
“DA-AAHH- DAVE. DAVE! DAVE YOU BULGE BRAIN, I’M GOING TO CUM IN A SECOND IF YOUR FLOPPY HUMAN TONGUE DOESN’T STOP IN A SECOND.”
“Buldge brain? That’s a new one.”
“DAVE! I’M BEING FUCKING SERIOUS!”
“Well I guess I'm going to get one sloppy serving of a bunch of hot alien jizz.”
“DAVE! I ACTUALLY HAVE A PLAN TO GET FUCKED RIGHT NOW, AND WOULD REALLY PREFER IF YOU COULD KEEP YOU AND YOUR NOOK OBSESSED TONGUE OUT OF ME SO I DON’T EMPTY OUT ALL OF MY SLURRY.”
“I don’t know, something about your face makes it seem like you want to cum all over my face. I know you like it, Karkitty.”
He shows you one of his patented ‘Strider Smirks’ before hesitantly releasing the grip on your thighs.
“But uhm- if you really don’t want this then I'll pull back. Don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”
His eyes move away from you, and you can feel him shying away too. You love how he’s like this. When he drops his ‘big shot director’ persona, and shows you the real him. The awkward loser, who’s secretly a sap. The man who cares deeply about his loved ones, and would die for them if given the chance. Your husband.
He nuzzles your thigh while you ponder about him. It’s a moment of fondness, rather than lust, and your heart surges at the mushy feelings. This man has ruined you. In a good way, of course.
You suppose he could get what he wants. You can’t exactly say you don’t want to come undone from his tongue, so shift your hips so it’s closer to Dave’s face and smile seductively. At least, you’d like to think you’re playing it more smoothly than you actually are.
“GO AHEAD, BUT REMEMBER, IT’S YOUR CHOICE TO BECOME A SLURRY BUCKET.”
“I’m already your personal slurry bucket dude I thought that was established. But obviously, I don't want to push any boundaries here.”
“I PROMISE, I WANT THIS TOO. I’M JUST DREADING THE CLEAN UP.”
As soon as you mention your consent, he nips your thigh, and you moan at the shock. You can feel the desperation as he pulls you closer, and immediately exposes his tongue to your bulge. The feeling is so overwhelming, yet so good, and you can’t help but squeeze your thighs around his head and squirm as he takes your entire bulge in his mouth. His mouth focuses on your bulge, while reaching a hand underneath your shirt so he can stimulate your grubscars. Even the slightest brush makes you aroused, so when Dave pinches it slightly, you almost feel yourself pail right there and then. What really pushes you off the edge is when he starts to push a finger into you. It presses slightly into your insides, searching for the spot that makes you unwind. The sensations come too much, and you drench Dave completely. His finger is still inside of you and begins to curl around your insides. The motion makes you scream with sensitivity, and you arch your back in pleasure.
You feel embarrassed for not lasting longer, but the thought is immediately replaced with the feeling of his long finger inside of you. He prods, and pokes, until it finally finds your seedflap. Dave strokes it for a bit, before he adds another in, scissoring them in together. It’s easy for Dave to slide them in because of how wet you are. You can hear the obscene squelch noise, and it only fuels your desire to be inside him even more.
The way his fingers thrust drives you crazy. It’s fast and intense, and soon enough you’re begging Dave, to fuck you. He ignores your pleas, and shuffles up to your face height. He bites at your throat while adding in a third finger to curl in you.
“You know, the reason why I've been working for so long is because I'm making a movie for you.”
You don’t even notice when he spoke up, due to your drunken haze. He’s murmuring, but it comes off as sexy to you, and you flush at his voice.
“W-WHAT?”
“It was going to be a surprise for our anniversary, amongst other things, but it was going to be this whole big thing. Guess I forgot about the troll I was making it for huh. I’m really sorry about that by the way, I didn’t mean to completely neglect you. Okay I guess we probably shouldn’t be having this conversation while i’m finger deep in your nook and trying to find your seedflap,”
At the mention of your seedflap, he finds it and continues to prod at it while you wither beneath him.
“Oh shit guess I did. Okay, the point is, I love you a lot and you look really sexy right now and I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on THIS. If I could go back in time and tell past workaholic Dave to snap out of it and give his troll husband some attention I’d do it in a heart bempfhh!-.”
You don’t let him finish his last words, because you pull him onto your lips. The kiss is fast and messy, and you pretty sure you’re clacking your teeth against him and missing part of his lips as you kiss him, but you don’t have it in you to give a fuck anymore. You’re pushing his tongue harshly into his, and don’t think about air until he pulls back. You’re hot and horny and you’re practically begging Dave to be inside you while he catches his breath.
“DAVE PLEASE. I NEED THIS- I NEED YOU DAVE AND ANY SECOND LONGER WILL MAKE ME LOSER MY GODDAMN MIND. PITY ME ‘MR STRIDER’ AND STRIP ME AND MY DIGNITY AWAY.”
“You’ve been reading way too many human erotica novels.”
“FUCK OFF. I WILL BE LEAVING THIS ROOM. BELIEVE ME, I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOUR EDGING KINK AND WILL NOT BE AFRAID TO SIT IN THE ABLUTION BLOCK AND DO THE THINGS YOUR STICK LIKE FINGERS CAN’T”
“Man we both know you just got your claws done with Kanaya and Rose so it’s not like you can finger yourself.”
“COULD YOU NOT MENTION YOUR HUMAN SISTER AND MY EX MOIRAIL RIGHT NOW WHEN WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A PAILING SESSION? SO DO US BOTH A FAVOUR AND SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I MAKE YOU SHUT UP.”
“By all means, go ahead. C’mon Vantas, show me what you got. Weren’t you the one who started this in the first place?”
You don’t bother to give him an answer, and instead flip the two of you over so you’re the one on top. Despite the initial challenge, Dave looks bewildered, with his pupils blown out of proportion while you take off his pants and belt. You take his boxers off too, and see how his cock springs to his stomach, and leaks with pre.
You’d usually entertain the idea of foreplay, and grind a bit more on his crotch to get him really worked up. But tonight is different, and you grab the head of his cock, give it a few hurried strokes, and immediately go to sit on top of it. It stretches your insides, and almost burns because of how thick it is, but you manage to insert all of it inside you. After a few seconds of adjusting, you get to work.
You tentatively move yourself up and down, using Dave’s legs as support before slamming yourself completely. Dave's the one getting all hot and bothered, and it only motivates you further to keep going.
You move your hands to graze his pecs, with your manicured nails pinching it slightly. Dave whimpers, and attempts to thrust up to help you, but you hold his hips down, and lean back to try and get a better angle. Tonight was supposed to be for him, not you.
Dave refuses to give up, and moves his hands to your bulge to help stroke it in time. You growl and pin both of his hands up to refrain him from doing anything.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO LETTING ME TAKE OVER?”
“I haven’t seen you for two weeks Kat. There’s only so much a guy can take.”
“WEll BY ALL MEANS, GO AHEAD.” You quote and mock him. Even doing an impression of his southern accent. It earns a chuckle out of Dave.
“I do not sound like that.”
“YES YOU DO!” You exclaim, still sitting on the top of his cock and failing to not laugh. You love the silly moments in between the passionate sex you have. It’s one of your favourite things. “I’M DAVE VANTAS-STRIDER, AND MAKE EYE BURNING AND MIND NUMBING MOVIES, WHILE ALSO BEING THE EARTH’S MOST ANNOYING AND INFURRIATING HUMAN BEING. DURR LOOK AT ME GO!!!”
You’re both giggling now, losing your shit without a care in the world. He rolls his eyes fondly, and tucks a hair behind your ear. You lean forward to kiss him tenderly, and it’s as if the whole world melts away at your love. It’s so easy to be with him. After years of being stuck in prison and dealing with your own shit, you’ve only recently been able to finally let yourself enjoy the love you deserve. You always have your moments where insecurity gets in the way, but it’s easier to deal with when Dave is there.
God, you’re such a sap.
“What’s going on in your mind right ? Is it something sexy? If it is, please feel free to let me know. I’m down for literally everything. C’monnnn Kat I know that’s your ‘I’m thinking about something sexy’ face. You gotta tell me.”
“WHAT IF I WAS THINKING ABOUT WHAT WE’RE GOING TO HAVE DINNER TOMORROW NIGHT? YOU WOULD’VE BEEN DEAD WRONG THEN.”
“Well unless the dinner for tonight is me or you, I doubt you’re actually thinking about dinner then. So tell me Karkitty, what’s on your mind?”
Dave slowly strokes your grub scars. The motion catches you off guard, and you find yourself moaning softly. He slowly shifts his hips up too, causing his dick to move inside you again.
”Now tell me Karkat, what were you thinking about?” Dave coos, and starts rubbing your grub scars slightly harder. The stimulation makes your think pan spin with lust, and the look that Dave’s giving you isn’t making it any easier.
”I-” You start, while Dave looks at you with hunger in his eyes, urging you to go on. ”I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME.”
You don’t get a chance to face the humiliation you were expecting, because Dave rolls you over onto your back and immediately thrusts into you. He moves at a brutal pace, and quickly reaches your seed flap from the speed.
You feel a spark of stimulation when a hand starts stroking your bulge, and squeezes it, causing you to melt between his grasp. The arousal makes you claw at his back, painting it with light red marks to compliment the other deep and old ones. Dave’s always liked it when you’ve marked him in some way, and your possessiveness can’t help but follow again. It does make you slightly better that Dave can get equally as jealous at times.
The relentlessness of his movements removes all sense of rational thoughts, and you find yourself purring against him while loudly moaning out his name. You can’t even control yourself to lower your volume slightly. It contrasts in what Dave’s doing, which is murmuring small words of praise and compliments. The way your hair is splayed out on his pillow, the way your stockings are sexy (despite the slight red stains), the way you take his cock so well, and how amazing you are as a person. It overwhelms you, and only makes you scream louder and louder for him.
He pulls out until only the blunt tip is left, and slams it back into you. He continues to repeat the motion as if the stimulation wasn’t enough for the both of you. You’re practically squirming at this point, and feel as if you’re going to release all over him. Tears start to form in your eyes, causing you to choke up a sob. Dave continues to thrust in you, but gently caresses your cheek, whipping away your tears.
The final thing that really pushes you off the edge, is when he bites your neck hard. Your slurry gushes out of you, and ruins your white shirt completely, as well as the undergarments you wore for Dave. He doesn’t stop though. Dave continues to ram into you, leaning back so he can reach further within you. The sensation stretches in you, and you feel your insides squeezing his dick. His hips stutter, and you know he’s close, and feel yourself coming close again. Your back is arching completely, both of your torso’s are completely drenched, but you keep going, and grab his hair so he can meet your lips. The kiss drowns out the moans, and only fuels your desire for Dave.
Dave finally cums inside you, causing you to release a much smaller batch of slurry than before. He whines into your neck, with thrust becoming slower and slower. You can tell that the tiredness is kicking his way to him, because of his eyelids that are slowly drooping. He nuzzles his face into your chest, unbuttoning the slightly stained shirt so he can release your small rumble spheres.
“IT’S OKAY DAVE. I’LL BE HERE WHEN YOU WAKE UP.”
He’s trying his best to fight off the sleep, but fails miserably.
“Karkat.‘m sorry I wasn’t there enough for you. I didn’t mean to make you upset or anything yanno. I fuckin’ love you Kat and you should yell at me some more if i do that to you ever again. Got that?”
His southern accent is always the most prominent when he’s sleepy. Your heart swells up with fondness as he talks to you.
“I LOVE YOU TOO BULGE BREATH. NOW GO TO SLEEP. I CAN TELL IT’S BECOME A COMPLETE FOREIGN CONCEPT TO YOU OVER THE PAST 2 WEEKS SO I'M DEMANDING YOU TO GET YOUR RESTS WORTH.”
“But what about snuggles? You can’t just leave me hangin’ after giving me a show like that. Hypocrite. Hypocitekat.”
“SOMEONE NEEDS TO CLEAN UP THIS GOGFORSAKEN MESS, AND I’M SURE NOT MAKING YOU DO IT. GO TO SLEEP ALREADY BULGE BREATH. I PROMISE I’LL BACK SOON.”
“Yeah. you better. Or else,”
“OR ELSE WHAT?”
He mumbles something you can’t quite pick up while you start to clean up.
♋︎
Your name is DAVE STRIDER, and you have just finish fucking the hell out of your hot alien fiancé, and are officially tired as hell. After hauling yourself away in your office and neglecting said out alien fiancè, he showed up in front of your office with the tightest button up shirt you’ve ever seen, as well as the sexiest mini-skirt that you couldn’t wait to be under. The cherry on top being the sheer red stockings that hugged his thighs. The sight instantly brought you to your knees, and made you act like an absolute madman.
Unfortunately, your stamina can only go far, and especially after not sleeping properly for 2 weeks straight, and now you’re officially at your crashing point.
After busting your goddamn nut inside of him like a rocket ship taking blast off, you flop on top of him and take off the tight shirt that’s been constricting his small boobs that you love so much. Nuzzling into them makes you feel safe, and you wrap your arms around his neck, hoping he doesn’t let go. Even when he tries to pull away and protest, you try your best to make him stay. Eventually, you doze off and don’t have the energy to hold him anymore.
The rest of it feels like a dream. You feel a wet cloth whip you down, while a blanket tucks you in. It’s the heated one on the medium setting, and the fact that Karkat remembered makes your mood better than it could have ever been.
Your consciousness slips in and out while you try to wait for Karkat to come back. You miss his warmblooded troll body, and you’re probably going to freeze into an icicle if he doesn’t get his hot troll ass back to your shared bed. You’re not wasting anymore time without him. Especially after those two weeks.
Eventually, he slides back into bed, sighing as he does, and wraps his arms around you in contentment. Looks like you’ve must’ve done a good job then. His face nuzzles into your shoulder, murmuring something into you.
“What’s up?”
“IT'S NOTHING.” he says a bit too quickly.
“Awww no Karkitty you gotta tell me now,” You tilt his head up so you’re both looking at each other, giving him your best impression of puppy dog eyes. He sighs before giving you a soft peck on the lips. Looks like the puppy dog eyes worked in your favour. Fuck yes.
“I LOVE YOU, DAVE.”
You expect some sort of insult, or rant, but it doesn’t come. There’s nothing but full sincerity in his words, catching you off guard. It’s not like you don’t say it all of the time, but Karkat's usually too embarrassed and ends up blurting out some word of degradation after. And don’t get you wrong, you’re one horny mother fucking for degredation, but it’s nice hearing him say it with just love for once.
Now you’re starting to see why Karkat gets so worked up when you say it, and bury your face in his long and silky hair. He’s been using a new shampoo lately. Something to do with vanilla and coconut. You couldn’t care less what he smells like, as long as there's always the undertone of Karkat underneath the artificialness. Your Karkat.
“I love you too, Karkat.” Nearly choking up a sob.
He notices, papping your cheek while tears stream across your face. He wipes them away, while he whispers in your ear.
“I’LL BE HERE FOR YOU.”
It’s a promise. You want to tell him that you’ll be there for him, too, but exhaustion gets the better of you, and you find yourself unable to tell him. You’d devote yourself to Karkat if you could, caring for him the same way he does for you. Maybe even more than that if you can. You want to give him everything.
You can tell there’s more he wants to say, but you don’t push him, and only continue to relax into his touch until you drift into unconsciousness. You’ll tell him tomorrow, along with the movie you plan on showing him, as well as all the other confessions you want to tell him. You want to spill your heart out to Karkat, making up for all of the lost time.
But for now, you sleep.