First time writing in the 2nd person, so if you see a mistake don't hesitate to call me out. M/C is gender-neutral.
Plot: Short One-Shot: David and his boys are out hunting for a bite in the off-season with little availability. They find you, a stranger to the area, sitting all alone. Niave to who they are, they convince you to go for a little walk… Little bit of David x Reader.
You sit down at the picnic table and put your elbows up on the table. There's still another hour and a half until your friend is finished with work. You drove across the country on a road trip to see a few friends that you dearly missed after graduating college. You only graduated in May, but going from college life to adult life was a huge shock. One day you were living with all of your friends, and the next you were living in a studio apartment all alone working at a gas station convenience store down the road. No more friends, no more family. But after saving up enough money you decided to venture out to see your friends in the dead of winter. The tourist season is over which makes travel much easier.
The boardwalk is quiet tonight, with only a few people walking through. Your friend told you to wait until they're finished with work, though they did warn you to just sit and wait without talking to anyone or leaving the boardwalk. You've already walked up and down the boardwalk several times and have snacked to your heart's content. There is nothing else for you to do besides waiting. You feel a little upset that your friend decided to go to work when they knew you drove very far to see them. But how can you blame them when you struggle with bills and student loans yourself?
You sigh, looking out onto the dark beach. The sound of the ocean waves brings you peace. You never get to see the ocean where you live. Out of the corner of your eye you see a group of people walking on the boardwalk towards the picnic tables. You glance over to people-watch since you still have an hour and twenty-eight minutes left until your friend can clock out.
The four boys glance over your way. They walk fanned out, taking over half of the boardwalk. You notice some of the other people walking the other direction step away from them, clearly intimidated. The four boys are dressed in black, sparing one who had a more colorful cropped jacket. One walks a single step in front of the others while his friends are at the same level as his shoulders.
You look away, no longer interested. An hour and twenty-seven minutes. Your watch seems to tick slower than usual.
But you notice that they turn quickly and grab a table near yours. The platinum blonde with spiky hair steps on the bench and sits on the table. His friends follow his lead. The black haired one sits quietly beside the blonde. The long haired blonde jumps on top of the table and the shortest one with the crop top joins him. The two push each other jokingly, trying to push the other off. You find it a little entertaining, though the chaos from the two of them is quickly shut down by the spiky blonde when one his friends almost steps on him. The two drop down to sit.
You remember that your friend told you specifically not to talk to anyone in town. They said the town has a bad reputation for people disappearing.
The spiky blonde grabs a cigarette from behind his ear. He holds it between his fingers and loosely twists his wrists to the dark haired one next to him. He fishes out a lighter from his pocket and lights the cigarette for him. The blonde takes a drag from it. He leans his head back and exhales the smoke in the air.
You try hard to ignore them, but there is nothing else for you to focus on. Another hour and twenty-two minutes.
No one else is around the tables. You turn your head away from them. The wind swirls around the tables and you can smell the cigarette smoke. You find it hard not to reminisce about college. Your friends smoked a lot, and the smell of cigarettes make your heart flutter.
You can hear the four of them snickering between each other. The blonde takes another drag and blows the smoke in your general direction. You try to ignore it, but a smile twitches on your lips at the smell. The four of them take note of your reaction. You try to ignore them still, but your chest is tight with nostalgia. Since you graduated, you've been so lonely. No friends around your new town, no friends from college that lived nearby. You haven't spoken to anyone else your age in what feels like years. The road trip gave you some hours with friends, but it wasn't enough. Not after spending every moment with other people for four years.
The spiky blonde gets up from the table. His friends don't move. He slowly walks over to your table. You try to ignore him, looking out to the sea. You hear the click of his boots against the wooden boardwalk. He blows smoke from behind you. You bite your tongue, the smell making your heart ache. But you refuse to give him attention.
He pauses and then puts a foot up on the bench next to you. He takes another drag from the cigarette and exhales. You nervously twist your fingers in your hands, leaning forward on your elbows to ignore him. He chuckles, and pushes off the bench to sit on the table.
You sigh, your heart begging to talk with someone else your age. You look up to him. His eyes shine with delight. He gives a toothy grin to you. He flicks his wrist and offers you the cigarette. You contemplate taking it from him as a friendly gesture though you don't often smoke. "Take a drag," he offers.
You reach out and take the cigarette from him. "Thanks," you say. You put it to your lips and inhale. It's been a while since you smoked socially. You give a small cough and hand it back to him.
He takes it from you and twists it around his fingers. "Visiting Santa Carla on the off season, eh?" He asks with hooded eyes. He looks cocky and somewhat dangerous. You don't want to tell him the truth since something about him makes you feel uncomfortable. He leans forward towards you while he waits for an answer. He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head to the side.
You glance at your watch. Another hour and fifteen minutes. I can't stall for this long, you think to yourself. What's the harm in talking to him for a few minutes? It's nice to finally have someone to chat with that's around my age. "Yeah, I'm visiting a friend," you respond to him.
"That sounds fun," he says to you. He leans back to give you more space. You release a breath you don't realize you were holding. "You waiting for your friend?" He asks.
You pause. Your heart flutters when he speaks with you. Your stomach tangles in knots. The only men that talk to you are either gross and old with bad intentions, or those on dating apps that you never meet up with anyway. This boy has a vibe about him that he's dangerous. Maybe I'm just stereotyping him, you think to yourself. You see a group of boys with punk clothing and very extraverted personalities and you immediately think they're bad news. You sigh. "Yeah, they're at work right now but they'll be finished soon," you tell him.
His friends get up from the table and come over to you. You feel the hair on your arms raise in defense as they approach. The spiky blonde looks to his friends and they pause their approach. Your brows come together. You notice that the spiky blonde is very good at reading you. Perhaps slightly too good. "You can hang out with us if you'd like," he offers, giving you a warm smile.
You look over to his friends who turn their attention to each other instead of you. They are purposefully trying to be a little less confrontational looking. "I think I'm good," you say to him.
"You think?" he asks. He leans forward and reaches out a hand to your chin. His fingers are cold, but somehow comforting as he traces your jaw. Your stomach is in turmoil as he tries to soothe you from your anxiety.
You swallow nervously, his eyes boring into you. He's very forward, you think to yourself. This never happens to me. I only have a bit over an hour. If we stay on the boardwalk what could possibly happen? "I suppose I have some time," you say, changing your mind from sitting alone at a picnic table while you wait. "But I'd like to stick to the boardwalk,"
He smiles to you. "We can make that happen." He hops off the table and stands behind you. You get up from the picnic table and face his friends. "I'm David," he says to you. "Paul, Dwayne, and Marko," he adds, motioning to his companions.
He doesn't ask for your name, but he puts an arm around your shoulder and brings you closer to his friends. You feel nervous about being the center of attention between them. Something about them feels off, but you don't want to ruin your chances of spending time with people.
The five of you walk down the boardwalk. The four of them keep you between them, though you would much rather walk on the end. You notice that there's not many people out tonight, and the longer you spend out, the less people there are. You check your watch anxiously and David hands you another cigarette. You shake your head and he passes it to Paul who's happy to take it.
The pier comes closer and the boys cut over to it. You follow them onto it. The pier extended on the ocean. The lights out here aren't working. You slow down, not liking how far from the general public you're going. I told them I wanted to stay on the boardwalk… you think to yourself. This is a bit far… and there's no one around… and the lights are out…
You slow down and Paul nudges you forward a little. The four of them take notice of your hesitance and they slow down. "What's wrong?" David asks, tilting his head. He is trying to be sweet, but for a moment you see disappointment on his face.
"I would rather stick to the boardwalk…" you say and look over your shoulder. There isn't another soul out on the pier.
The four of them look to each other. Your stomach tightens more. Something was up and you feel uncomfortable. They have an ulterior motive, and you're not wanting to figure out what it is so far away from the public.
David twists his jaw for a second, his eyes calculating. The boys beside you give you some space. David steps closer to you and grabs your chin. He tilts your head to meet his eyes. "Come with me out there," he whispers to you. "Just you and me." His forefinger gently strokes your cheek.
You feel anxiety building in your chest. He seems so sincere…
He leans forward towards your ear. "I promise you'll be back for your friend," he whispers. He nipped at your earlobe and your heart pounds in your chest. When you don't answer, he kisses your neck. Your cheeks heat up and you turn your head away. He leans back and gives his boys a glare. The three of them nod and smile before heading back towards the main boardwalk.
"I have some time left," you say quietly. Your heart is pounding in your ears. You don't want to say no to him. You don't think you'll have a chance like this again with a black clad blonde with blue eyes.
He smiles warmly towards you and wraps his arm around your shoulders. "Come on," he whispers to you. "The end of the pier is beautiful." He steers you towards continuing down the pier. You walk alongside him, leaning into him a little. Without his crew, he seems a little less intimidating. But there is a certain rush to being with a punk bad-boy.
We get to the end of the pier. He releases you and you lean on the railing. It was a beautiful night with the breeze blowing up from the water. David comes up behind you and leans against your back. He puts his weight against you and kisses your neck. You arch your back and he chuckles and nips at your skin. He bites your neck hard enough for you to jolt but he lets go.
He leans back a little and you turn around to face him. His eyes are dazzling in the moonlight. He leans you back against the railing and kisses you. His lips press softly against yours. You melt against him instantly. His tongue slides between your lips. He reaches up and braces the back of your neck. He pushes your head back and parts with your lips. He kisses your jaw and trails down your neck. His teeth nip at your throat. His tongue presses against your skin.
Suddenly his nips turned into a harsh bite. You gasp, his jaws closing around your throat. You try to push him off of you, but he has an iron grip on the back of your neck. His body holds you down against the railing.
His jaws release from your throat and he leans back. You gasp, staring at him in horror. His once beautiful blue eyes were blazing yellow and hungry. Blood trails from his lips and he runs his tongue against his teeth. Long fangs poke from his lips. You reach up and grab the collar of his coat. You try and say something but the pain from your throat overwhelms you. He kisses your cheek and chuckles softly before bending down to your neck again. He pins you against the railing again and bites down on your neck. His breathing is rough against you as he feeds. You gasp, your vision starting to blur on the edges.
He licks the wounds on your neck, savoring the taste of your blood. "Relax," he whispers seductively, biting your ear. He noses your head further back and bites down under your jaw. You start to feel weak and he wraps his arms around you. He pulls you into him and licks your cheek. Your eyelids become heavy and you lean against him. Your knees buckle and he catches you. He bends his head down. "Shh," he whispers. "You're mine now…"
Your vision slowly fizzles out.