Kevin Hart:Dave x Reader

You walk into your rather blank apartment to find that your sister, [Sis' name], isn't here today. You scoff as you toss the car keys to the side, making them clatter ear-shatteringly in the glass bowl in which they will lay until tomorrow morning. [Sis' name] was out on another date and most likely wouldn't be back until late tonight.

Good a time as ever to watch Kevin Hart with your best friend/crush, Dave Strider. You saved a show of his for Dave because it was "Seriously Funny", heh. You honestly don't know when the crush started, like all those sappy love movies, but it was sometime in grade school. Pro'ly around fifth-sixth grade, so what? It's been like...eight years since you've developed the crush on him.

You flip off the glass bowl for being so loud, even though it's inanimate, and whip out your phone, speed dialing the one and only Strider as you went up to your room to change into something more comfortable. "Yo."

You smiled at the voice as you slip out of your work clothes, and shuffle around your cluttered room, looking for a shirt of any kind. "Hey, Strider."

"Wassup, [N/N]."
"Nothing-ugh!-much."
"What are you doing over-Are you masturbating to my picture?"

You nearly fall over your CD cases--NO. You trip over your CD case stack in obvious embarrassment, a heavy blush coating your cheeks as you fumbled and grabbed for for the words you meant to say. "W-w-what?!No!" you stutter, mentally face-palming since you rarely ever did that unless, of course, you were embarrassed. "I'm changing!"

The idiotic Strider then made a sound of approval, or mock, or something okay! "Betcha look sexy." God damned Striders and their words, damn it all.

"Strider!" You swallow the heavy ball of air in your throat, forcing it to go down as he speaks to you.

"Aight. So, why ya changin'?" His voice projected through his phone, though you could hear background raps playing in the background.

"You. Me." You could tell your words made him lose his cool, because the sound of chiding laughter filled his area, which you automatically recognized as a guy's but didn't know whose. "We're watching Kevin Hart."

Then, the laughing abruptly stopped as he fumbled for his words, like you had earlier. "Oh. Cool." You almost wanted to break down and cry at that, but managed to stay on your feet since you were barefoot in your jungle of a bedroom. "I'll be right over, [N/N]."

At that, the line went dead, and you toss the [Name of Phone] onto your [F/C] bed. How long could you possibly take to get dressed anyways?

(Dave's POV)

You threw off your shirt in a hastened procedure. God, you did this every Saturday night with her, yet tonight was different for some reason. You were going to tell her.

You grab some Popsicles from your freezer as you dash out, forgetting you could just flash-step to her apartment, since it was only like 3 Doors Down. Ha. Music puns. Though, honestly she was. You slowly open her door, being that it was already open and edge up to her bedroom since she wasn't on the couch like normal.

You nearly have a "fangirl" attack at what you see. [Name] is shirtless and pantless, and she's only wearing a flowery type bra and matching panties, making you fight for dominance over your face.

Before you could lose the battle, [Name] stood up from where she was knelt over, holding a shirt that read 'Homestuck High'. You never did know where she came from, other than it was a secluded area somewhere in Arizona. "S-S-Strider! What are y-you doing in my room?!" Her face was a cute tomato red, which made you smirk as you flashstepped up to her, wrapping your arms around ehr waist.

"I'm fine right here." You whisper in her ear.

(Reader's POV) *DA BOOOOOTTTTYYYY *cough**

His voice sent shivers down your spine as he pressed up against you, eliciting a moan of enjoyment. "Feel~ good?" Dave whispered again, making you blush heavier an stutter uncontrollably.

"C-Can we leave for after s-show?" You mentally face-palm for the next five seconds due to the fact that you missed like four words in that, however, Dave simply hummed, throwing on a large shirt for you and bringing you downstairs with him quickly.

This action made you tug on the end of the shirt with a embarrassed squeak, like a mouse. "M-My shorts..." At this, he blushed lightly, wrapping his arm around you as you leaned against him. Apparently that was his chance to place his hand near your private area, which resulted in you having to hide your face until you started laughing at the show to disguise it.

At one point, Dave began to laugh as well, but not as profoundly. "Hey, you need CPR?"

Not thinking from the lack of oxygen, you no, stuttering 'you might' to him. This made him quickly tilt your head towards him and crash his lips onto yours. You try to pull away and say something, but that lusty part of you makes you moan as his tongue travels in your mouth. Your back arches in pleasure as his hands travel down your back slowly, teasingly.

That action makes him pick you up bridal style and carry you up to your bedroom.

(Time skip and Sis' POV)

"I'm tellin' ya Dirk!" You try to convince your date to the fair, who proposed to you, making it official. "They're going to frick!"

A small smirk played on his lips as he snaked and arm around your waist. "They're not, [Sis' name]." He kept trying to defend his soon to be sister-in-law. It was honestly really cute, and you loved when he did that. "You know that ___ isn't that willing. You know her."

You scoff, taking out your spare keys since the door was closed for once. "Yea, I know 'er. She's my sis. Ever more the reason to say [N/N] will give Dave a BJ!" You hate talking sexually so you try not to say anything like that unless you're drunk off your ass.

You twist the handle and silently open the door not even a crack before a loud moan comes from upstairs. Your [E/C] eyes drop to halfway and you scream up, "HEY! I'M NOT CLEANING THE SHEETS, ___!" That little comment resulted in an embarrassed 'FUCK YOU' from ___'s room.

You shut the door, locking it securely, and holding out your hand to Dirk. "Cough it up, pretty boy." With a heaved sigh, he gives you a twenty dollar bill.

"Fuck you, [Sis' name]." You grin at the words, shrugging. "Hey, I might be willing."

Not even five seconds after that comment, you were both in his room in his apartment. "___ better be ready. We're making this happen."