Average Saturday (Dave x Reader)
This is what you and the youngest Strider do every Saturday night, no one's home, the lights are dim. Just you, and Dave. Locked in his room for the whole night, bodies close, hardly any conversation other than the occasional moan.
"a-ahhh, wait ___, l-let me breathe real quick." Grinning slightly, you give in to his request, left hand pressed tight against the skin of his bare back. You let the teen have his breather, though you knew you shouldn't have, it just makes it worse.
"Are you ready, Dave?" With a shaky nod from said boy and a new found strength in both of you, you reached down just a little further.
Mumbling soft apologies in his ear over his short, heavy breaths. He braced himself, eyes shut tight, as you.....yanked the string on his corset causing a muffled shout to come from his mouth.
Yes, you and Dave trade clothes for a whole night every Saturday. You bring something cutesy and over the top to his house, and he gives you whatever he pulls out of his closet first, but i