I wrote this at 3am, full of flu. It’s filth, am sorry.
Christmas Eve in a relatively new place was pretty quiet. You’d only been here 6 months. Most of that time was occupied by work or fixing the house up. The rest of your time was taken up with having an affair with your incredibly attractive neighbour. The gentle vibration of your phone on the sofa caught your attention.
Warnings: Organized crime, guns, violence, drugging, kidnapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), loss of virginity, recording sex with out permission, fingering, domestic violence, threats, murder
Comments:You are a Smith, he is a York, pitted enemies in a turf war between your crime families. A meeting at the infamous neutral territory, The Lounge, ends up with Dave kidnapping you as a blow to the Smith family. Plotting to keep you until you give him something that would be priceless. Your virginity.
A/N: While the reader does have a last name, there is no description for the reader.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
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The kind of wet work that went into the shading dealings of his family wasn’t for everyone. There were few that could kill a man with a baseball bat to the head and calmly go kiss their mother before cleaning up for the weekly family dinner. Dave York had been born for it. Only son of the powerful leader of the York crime family, he had killed his first man at fourteen. The blank stare in his dark eyes reported to shake a man to his core, rightly earned with the blood that stained his hands. Groomed to take over as the leader of family, associates and loyal men. To continue the turf war with their bitter enemies, the Smiths.
You are the only daughter of Lewis Smith, raised to take over one day despite your cousin’s desire to be the head of the family. He doesn’t think you’re strong enough, but that’s typical. Most men underestimate you, they think of you as some weak, delicate flower, and not the stone cold killer that you are. You don’t plan to have a turf war when you take over. No, you plan to end it. You plan to kill Dave York before he can kill you.
Synopsis:Nine months can really change someone. It can make them grow, make them strong, make them able to take anything you dole out. You became stronger to Dave’s wrath - to his unwanted advances and touches. You became independent, all with Jack’s help.
Warning:DARK FIC!!! Smut, Pregnancy Sex, Vibrator Is Used, Breath Play, Reader’s On Top, Breast Play, Nipple Play, Lactation Kink, Water Breaking, Going Into Labor, Birthing, Hospitals, Dave isn’t too extreme in this chapter, Jealousy, Crying, Baby Mention,
Rating:E
Author’s Note:Wow to not write a dark!dave in this??? Who am I?
Word Count:4.9K
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“Ride my cock, little bee, just like I taught you,” Jack groaned from under your body, raking his teeth over your swollen belly. You sank inch by inch on top of Jack’s thick cock, pulsating around each glorious inch. His hands instinctively came to rest upon your hips, rubbing the sore muscles as you completely bottomed out. Nothing had ever filled you so much more - nothing evert gave you such satisfaction like Jack was. Even though he wasn’t the biggest, he was thick - and knew how to use it properly, which made it all the sweeter. Feeling his entire being coated in your slick made him feral, showing that he was the one who got your heart, that he was the one you truly loved. If the circumstances were different, that baby would be his - and you would be his wife, there was no debating it. If Dave had never came along, Jack Daniels would do anything in this world to get you.
Today marked 42 weeks of your pregnancy - ready to pop at any moment. To think that eight months ago, you were freshly in your first trimester, meeting Jack for the first time while Dave had you strapped to a bed. The bruising from the restraints did not go away all in one day - it took weeks for them to heal. Jack never left your side unless he needed to, taking up shelter in your office where Dave had put the guest bed. But of course from day one there was an instant connection; Yourself and Jack became two peas in a pod. He wanted to fix you, to take away every ounce of trauma that Dave gave you. At first you were horribly skeptical, never thinking that one cuddle session and letting you cry after all Dave put you through, would spark eight months of pure bliss, trust, and beauty. You promised yourself that you would not fall in love with Jack, that he was a figment of your imagination, being used to cope with everything. Alas you were wrong, he was so real.
It was harder and harder everyday trying to speak around Dave - there were longer increments now of when he would leave for work, as would Carol - her own nursing becoming a roadshow. Sometimes they were both gone for weeks at a time, leaving you with the girls - but also to bask in the glory of being unharmed. After all this time of Dave never finding out, you two knew you were in the clear - if he didn’t catch it now then, he never would. That is exactly what yourself, and Jack were hoping for. Jack managed to weasel his way into Dave’s mind, to let him handle with you, to give you space. Dave of course obliged, but from time to time would come in and want to see you. When Jack was around, he wasn’t a monster - Dave was sweet, and kind. It may have been that your belly started to really show around the sixteen week mark, which made Dave realized that his baby, was so close to being here. He didn’t want to leave you as a battered mother before the child was brought in. He wanted you to see that he could be a good man.
In your eyes, Dave would neverbe a good man for what he did to you. He would be nothing more than a traumatic blur you were trying so hard to get rid of each and everyday. Jack was fully aware, hence why he did all your bidding for you. Now where you two could be alone, no kids, no Dave and Carol to do heinous things, you felt free. Well, as far as it would go of course. Though you could never leave the house, or even go as far as the backyard - you were still content knowing that you were Jack’s, as he was yours. There was no other way around it at the end of the day. Jack knows how to treat you like a princess, bringing you pleasure of all seven wonders of the world - showing you just how precious life could be. The sex was pure joy, pure bliss in the form of orgasms. Each week that you fell deeper into your pregnancy, only spurred your need on harder. Of course, your cowboy was the only one who could sate that fever. His cock, hands, tongue, fingers, they brought you so many things that Dave never could.
“Shit baby, fuck you feel better every time,” Jack moaned with little precaution, sinking the pads of his fingers into the meat of your thigh, growling up at you as you swiveled your hips. The smirk on your lips made him feral in nature, loving how you took what you needed - how you looked so ethereal and glowing. He considered himself to be a lucky man, to know you in such a way was a true honor. Each gyration of your hips only made him shiver, raking your nails down his bare chest - seeing the reddened welts slowly start to form. Jack used this leverage to grasp a handful of your plump flesh of ass, smacking the soft globes as you started to speed up your hips. Throwing your head back in pleasure, you placed your hands right onto Jack’s thighs, using this new position to drag him deeper within your walls. “That’s it sugar, you’re a good fucking girl.” Hearing Jack moan that out was enough to make you see stars, speeding your hips up as fast as you could go - wanting to show him just how much he means to you.
“J-Jack! Fuck me harder, p-please!” You managed to let out, slotting your nails into Jack’s fresh skin. He used the leverage you had on top of him to thrust deeper, causing you to see so clearly. Each pass he made within your slick, velvet walls was another notch on his belt - another glorious orgasm he pulled from you, hard enough to make you scream. The way your core spasmed around Jack’s cock only spurred him on more - wanting to fill you with his seed and erase every trace of Dave from your body. Due to the nature of your head being tossed back, staring up at the ceiling, you never noticed how Jack pulled out the cordless wand vibrator you had, turning it on its starting setting, letting it rev up against your clit. The new sensation mixing with the previous one made you delirious. The pressure caused you to collapse forward into Jack, circulating your hips with expert precision. Of course, this is exactly what Jack wanted.
He took the perfect opportunity to have the wand pinned to his pelvis as you grinded harder against it, and his cock. Each sopping wet sound of your cunt pulling him in caused his eyes to roll back. You were suppose to be the fucked out one in his mind, not himself. But that came to full fruition when he latched his wet tongue around your swollen nipple, laving the sensitive skin with his saliva. It was just another notch added in your pleasure, making you drip so clearly all over his cock. Jack was a wonder, a real aficionado of pleasure. At the end of the day it did not matter if he came, he wanted you to feel serene, soft and delicate within his grasp. He wanted this to be the way of coping with everything, to take your mind off of the horror you had experience at such a young age. He wanted to take care of you, and be the only thought on your mind. That, was what was happening - but it didn’t stop when he was in control.
A small dribble of milk leaked from your swollen tit, causing Jack to stop his motions for a moment. The silky sweet taste coated his tongue like candy, eyes instantly blowing as wide as they could with dilation. He looked insane beneath you, a man who is starved for your cunt. All it took was tasting a bit of what you had produced for him to lose his mind. Jack gripped your hips tightly once more, pounding himself harshly up into you, letting the wand rock against your clit. Every nerve was exposed and on edge right now, bringing you the multitude of sensations - your high approaching at a rapid speed. Jack never let up his suckling on your breast, letting you use his body for your own high, while he became intoxicated by your look. From this angle, you were so angelic; A glow around your face and body, the soft, buttery skin of your belly rubbing against him. He would marry you on the spot, right here and right now, if it meant he could see you like this for the rest of your life. He wanted nothing more.
“Jack, my love, make me cum please!!!” You screamed out, whimpering at how close you were getting, wanting to be pushed that little extra edge. Jack knew what he needed to do. One hand remained on your hip as the second snaked up between the valley of your breasts, gripping around your neck to press your pulse point. The instance of having your blood flow to the brain cut off made you feel amazing, you felt so euphoric just with a simple click. It was the final straw for the two of you, clearly. Jack was rocking up into you with his entire body as you slammed yourself down, chasing that high before you were about to give birth. Everything clicked within that moment, how your hips stilled as Jack’s made one final thrust. Slamming down on one another, your orgasms came to a roaring halt, causing you both to moan out with passion.
Jack never fully let his cock rest before thrusting up into you again. Each spurt of his cum coated your walls, whilst he let you ride out your high. Each twitch of your beautiful body, every cute sound you made, warmed his heart from the inside out. If he could commit this moment to memory, he would; You were an angel sent from above to save him, that you did. This whole time he thought he was saving you, but in actuality you were saving him. Your sweet graces, looking past what he did before he met you; The world sent him an angel, there was no way you’d be slipping through his fingers. Both of your orgasms started to subside, your head rested against his shoulder whilst his face watched yours - seeing how your lashes fluttered, your body conforming to his. He could die happy just from this moment alone. But that all changed when he saw you shift uncomfortably. Pulling his head back to see you, he cupped one of your cheeks and rubbed your belly - trying to soothe the contraction for you. But never, did either of you expect what would happen next.
You pulled yourself back to release his soft length from your core, thinking you may just need to use the bathroom. As you stood on the carpet of your room, your whole world changed. A trickle started to seep down your legs, embarrassment lining your brow at your bladder leaking. But, that was not it. A ripple effect came into play; That trickle was followed by a roaring tightness in your lower belly, pulling your body forward instantly. Looking down at the ground, you could see exactly what had happened. Your water finally broke. Panic started to set into your mind, eyes becoming wide as you spun around to face Jack. He was already scrambling to put his clothes on, excitement and nervousness running rampant through his body. Though it was not his child, in a way with how much time you two were spending together - he saw it as such. Dave was not going to know you went into labor just yet, Jack wanted this moment for himself first, before Dave tainted the sweetness of the birth. You on the other hand, just wanted this kid out of you - already making your body seize slightly with each hard contraction.
“This was ten times worse than I was imagining!” You groaned out, hunched over the bed slightly as the contraction wracked through your body. It wasn’t too bad yet on the pain scale but, it was slowly creeping up there. Jack watched you hunch in pain, breathing deeply through your nose and letting it out through your mouth - just like those videos he showed you did. It was helping to subside the spasms but, you knew it would not fend off for very long. Pulling your eyes upward to see what was happening - Jack had slung your hospital bag, and the diaper bag over his shoulders - going to your closet and picking out a simple dress for you to toss on, a pair of panties following behind. Grateful for the man beside you, you braced yourself on his shoulder as he slid the cotton around your legs, pulling it up to cover your mound. As for the dress, well that was easy to slip over your head, and have cascade over your bump - bittersweet that you would have to part with it in a little while.
You caught a quick glimpse of yourself in the mirror of your bedroom, round with child and glowing from post-cordial actions. In this moment, you felt that this was the most beautiful you have ever looked - through all the bullshit over the last year, you felt gorgeous. Even more when Jack hugged you from behind, rubbing your bump with a smile - kissing your cheek like a man in love. Tears sprang within the corners of your eyes for a multitude of reasons - the first one being Jack’s sincerity of this moment. The second being the child currently kicking the ever-loving hell out of your ribs. But even if the pain was getting atrocious to deal with, you couldn’t have been happier. Today was the day you were going to meet your child, after carrying them for nine months. Today was the day your life would change, for the better. “You ready to go meet your child?” Jack hummed against your cheek, tears starting to cascade down his face. You nod with an excited, yet nervous smile. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Two Hours After Hospital Arrival
The trip to Bridgepoint Hospital near Capitol Hill wasn’t as much of a trek as you were thinking. On foot maybe but by car, it was no more than twenty minutes tops. That may have been thanks to Jack’s erratic driving, wanting to get you comfortable, and secure in the delivery room before Dave could muck it up. Thankfully Jack had made sure to pull some strings so as soon as you lot pulled in, you’d be taken up immediately to your own room, right on the top floor of the maternity ward, overlooking the city. It would give you privacy, comfort and stability while you waited for your child to be born. It was everything you could’ve possibly asked for, everything you had wished for when this time came. The fact that it was now here, and you were provided great relaxation, was remarkable. If only my family could be here, if only they knew, if only they could save me. The words echoed through your brain as you laid still in the bed, knowing if you moved it was going to be a whirlwind of pain.
Peering out the window, you could see the hustle and bustle of Capitol Hill rushing on by, not giving you a single glance. You wondered where these people were going, what kind of jobs they had, what their lives were like; Anything to be of a distraction. It was helping to take your mind off of the pain, but you knew it would not last long. Jack had been sitting right next to you the entire time, massaging your calves and thighs, humming softly to you, monitoring your heart rate, oxygen levels, and the baby’s heartbeat. Each time you looked over at him, it was like he was the father of the child; Nervous, excited, and ready to be a caregiver. “You’re such a strong woman, princess. Look at you go, only four more centimeters to go.” Jack smiled as he rubbed your belly, leaning his head right against your shoulder, watching your expression. It was hard to move with the IV drips, and fluids being pumped into your system, but it was thrilling - for now. You knew with time the contractions would get worse, and the pain would become too much - but at the end of the day it would be worth it.
“Breathe with me, okay? I am right here,” Jack let out as he noticed the pain in your eyes, tears silently falling down your cheek. Nodding to your cowboy, you managed to release a small smile, following his breathing patterns to ease the pain - slowly slipping off into a light state of sleep.
Five Hours After Hospital Arrival
It had taken you close to three hours to be dilated from six centimeters, to nine. Meaning only one more to go until you could officially start pushing. You were right, the pain kept getting stronger and stronger which each dilation phase, causing your whole body to revolt against you. You had been nonstop crying since hour three, nothing was helping the pain. Horror stories had been told to you about getting an epidural, all myths from the women in your life. But the risks would be worth the reward if it meant you did not have to deal with the pain. So, about fifteen minutes ago you decided on getting it - feeling all out of whack without it. It would help in the process of pushing your child out as well, so you deemed it worth it. The doctors did say it would take at least twenty minutes to kick in, so while you sat and waited, Jack decided to put on a bit of TV - broadcasting an early afternoon gameshow - nostalgia laced your bones. You felt at peace for the first little bit of the day, not having to worry about the excruciating pain. Everything was so perfect, so well….all until.
“Oh my god! How long have you been in labor?!” Carol exclaimed, carting in Alice and Molly as a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers, and balloons was being sat on the bedside table. Instantly you felt your body tense at the sight of Carol, your heartrate slightly rising from its resting beats. Coming over to you quickly, Carol gave you a bit hug, keeping in mind to avoid the cords around you. Molly and Alice were next, hopping onto the bed and giving you big hugs. It felt so nice to have Carol and the girls here - having them be apart of the labor process. It felt like its been forever since you had last seen them, but that did not matter anymore. You were at peace once again, the girls sitting by the window while Carol sat beside Jack. But in a way you couldn’t fully dive back into what you felt before - the comfortable silence and dream-like nature. No, no you could sense doom approaching. The air was thick, uncomfortable as you try to lay back against the bed. Slowly you felt your skin prickle, rising with goosebumps.
“I am so sorry I am late! My flight just got in and I tried to get a cab here as fast as possible,” the familiar voice rang through, whisking in a long, black coat with a suit and tie. Instantly the man went over to hug Alice and Molly, looping back around to kiss Carol on the mouth. You froze; The entire time you knew this would happen but, somewhere deep within your brain you were hoping he would not show up. Dave came right over to your side, looking as dreamy and dazed as he could at you, running his calloused fingers over your cheek. “My special girl, you’re doing such a great job - mama.” Hearing Dave’s words, instantly your heartrate began to increase. Going from sixty beats to minute up to one hundred. Your face remained unmoved, completely stoic as you looked into his evil brown eyes. Everything became so distant, tunnel vision came into play. You could hear the rapid beats of monitors going off, and people scurrying all around the check if you were okay. The grip you had on the bedsheets was forceful, causing your knuckles to lighten.
Anxiety rose and fell quickly as the epidural finally kicked in, causing you to stop for a moment. Coming back to your senses, you could see the fearful look in all five sets of eyes, not including doctors and nurses. “I-I’m sorry, last minute anxiety was getting the best of me.” The sigh you let out was convincing, enough for the nurses and doctors to seize for a moment. But before they could part, they needed to check you one last time, just to make sure things were okay. “You’re almost to ten centimeters, I’ve give it another hour or so.”
6 Hours After Hospital Arrival
“Alright sweetheart, get ready to push! You’re so close to meeting your baby!” The nurses proudly smiled, one rubbing a cool cloth over your browline. Alice, Molly, Jack, Dave and Carol all stood around as you got prepped and ready, keeping the girls away far enough to not see things they shouldn’t. “I’ll take the girls out to the waiting room - you guys stay.” Carol smiled, giving her husband a quick kiss on the cheek as she came over to kiss your head, whispering softly into your ear; Congratulations mama, we love you so much. You didn’t know what possessed you to tear up as you did - but you couldn’t help the feeling of love Carol gave you, even after everything. You conjured up a smile to send on back to her, waving and blowing kisses at the girls before they left. That left one doctor, three nurses, Jack and Dave in the room with you. Of course though, Jack was on your left side holding your hand now, rubbing your shoulder gently. Dave, well he remained seated at the other end of the room, eyeing you with caution.
You don’t know what came over you, or if it was just the drugs talking. But you turned your head towards Dave, giving him a small smile before waving him over. “Dave, I need you here with me. Please?” You managed to let out, a small whisper but he heard. Dave’s hard eyes turned soft, glossy at hearing your words. For the last ten months he has been ridiculing himself, tossing himself into work so he did not cause you pain during your pregnancy. That was why he hired Jack to keep you company - he figured it would be best to lessen his interactions, until the baby was here. For months he had been yearning to hear you say you needed him, that you wanted him to be there with you. It was worth the wait, knowing you both would see your child soon enough. Dave smile as he walked on over, standing at your side, miming Jack’s motions of holding your hand and kissing your cheek. “Alright, you two, could you please hold her feet?” The nurse asked, showing Jack how to properly assist. Dave had been through this twice with Carol so, he knew from experience.
As soon as both men had placed you in a very precarious position, you felt the shift of wantingto push. It was all becoming real now, this would be the last moment of your life where you were not a mother, where you would not have a child. Your whole world was shifting now for the better, ready to bring your little bundle of joy into this world. Tucking your chin to your chest, you held your breath as you pushed for ten, fighting with your internal monologue of I cannot do this, because you knew you could - you wanted to. As soon as the countdown was done, you brought yourself back up for air, looking at both Jack and Dave with a smile, knowing you were ready to go back into it. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. You kept repeating over and over again, ready to get this over and done with, ready to your baby.
The motions started again, and again, and again, and again. You felt like you had been pushing for hours at this rate - collectively so it had been close to an hour. But you could feel something happening, you could feel that this was the last push you needed to make. So, you tucked your chin and pushed as hard as you could for twenty second, coming through this with your mom strength, ready to hear the little cries of your child. You heard the nurses and doctor gasp and cheer as the head started to pop out from you, causing you to push harder. Jack and Dave watched in astonishment as the baby’s head came full out, its little body still trapped within you. But it did not take long for the doctor to maneuver the arms just right, that last pushed helped you a lot. For now the doctor was holding your child up high with a smile, looking at you through. “It’s a boy!” He cheered as the baby cried loudly, holding your son up for you lot to see, as he readied the umbilical cord. Jack motioned to Dave, knowing he would want to cut the cord - but the shock came to you both as he nodded to Jack, letting him do it. He knew all about Jack’s past, and how he never got this moment. Well, now he did.
Seeing Jack cut your son’s umbilical cord made you cry, seeing how so much hard work and dedication came into bringing him into the world. As soon as everything was cleaned up and comfortable for your son, the nurse had taken the baby and placed him onto your bare chest; Little brown eyes looking up at you with so much love. It was emotional for you, causing your sobs to rip through as you held your child close to your chest - rubbing his little head. “Hi baby, it’s so good to finally meet you,” you managed to laugh out, wiping your tears from your eyes, trying to keep yourself as contained as possible. It did not take long for Jack and Dave to cry with you, so in love with your son, and you. Who would have thought, this was the moment both men put down their differences, you put down your hatred, all to give your son a loving welcome a she deserved. “We love you so much, Andrew.” You cooed at your son, which caused Jack to look at you, love burning in his eyes. Jack had told you months ago that Andrew was suppose to be the name for him and his late wife’s son. What better way to honor them both, than by giving your son the life they could not.
“I love you, so much princess.” Jack smiled, leaning down to passionately give you a kiss, not caring that Dave was on your other side watching this go down. All the sweetness, and soft bodied emotions Dave was feeling went right out the window. His smile, his laugh, his glowing eyes retorting back to their sinister, dark nature. You were too wrapped up in Jack, and Andrew to notice. But Dave, he saw all. This just proved what he had been worrying about for months - you had been secretly dating Jack, having sex with him almost daily. You were trying to rid every ounce of Dave from your body, and now he would rid Jack from yours. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Dave moved to the corner of the room, nearest to the bathroom to make a quick call. The receiver picked up in one ring, causing his smirk to rise. “Hey Resnik, I need you and Kovac at the house ASAP. Don’t ask questions, don’t let anyone see you. But be on standby. I got another hit for us to make.” Dave murmured, eyeing you and Jack with hateful eyes. Dave was going to have you all to himself again.
