Dan dunne/Reader | Explicit, MDNI | 2.5k words
Tags: drugs, dirty ahh mattress, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), tension, porn with no plot??(im sorry), gritty atmosphere, use of y/n, weed, praise.
Summary: a slow descent from a shared high into a heavy, undeniable intimacy on a crusty mattress (he’s trying).
Authors note: Thank you so much for the request! It won’t let me tag you so I’m gonna hope you find this sigh but I loved writing this and I shall be on the hunt for more! Xx @otaku-degenerate
The apartment was dim, lit only by the orange glow of a streetlamp filtering through the rain-streaked glass. Dan stood by the window, his shoulders tense, looking less like a man at rest and more like a man waiting for a blow to land. He finally turned, his gaze landing on you with that heavy, unreadable intensity.
"It's a hell of a night to be sitting around doing nothing," he said, his voice a low, rough rasp. He gestured vaguely toward the mattress on the floor, a worn thing that had seen better days."It’s a bit crusty, I know. I haven't had the time to... well, it is what it is."
"I'm not picky, Dan," you replied, moving toward the center of the room. You sat on the edge of the mattress, the fabric feeling rough beneath your palms."I just wanted to be somewhere quiet."
He moved toward you, his steps silent.
He shouldn't let her see how much he needs this how much he needs her. Dan watched her his stride slow and heavy, and sank onto the mattress beside you. The springs creaked under his weight, a lonely sound in the cramped room.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a fresh joint. With practiced, steady hands, he lit it, the tip glowing a fierce orange in the dark. He took a deep, dragging breath, his chest expanding before he leaned closer to you.
"Here," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave as he held it out. The smoke curled around his sharp jawline. "Don't go getting too carried away on me. I like having you present."
You took the joint from him, your fingers grazing his calloused skin. The smoke hit your lungs, warm and heavy, starting to dull the edges of the world around you. "I'm right here, Dan. I'm not going anywhere," you promised, leaning your head back against the wall. handing him the joint back.
He watched the way your eyes drifted shut, a strange, uncharacteristic softness touching his brow. “You say that like you mean it sweetheart," he rasped, taking another slow drag. He looked down at his hands, his knuckles scarred and steady. I don't deserve someone who stays, he thought, a bitter weight settling in his chest.
"I do mean it," you whispered, turning your head to look up at him. The tension in the air shifted, turning from the quiet haze of the drug into something much sharper, much more electric.
Dan leaned in closer, his shadow swallowing you whole. "Prove it then," he challenged, his voice barely a breath.
"watch me," you whispered, leaning forward to close the distance. You pressed your lips against his, tasting the bitter ghost of smoke and the raw heat of him. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a claim, a desperate answer to his challenge that made his breath hitch in his throat.
He groaned low in his chest, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing your jaw with a possessive touch. After a long, bruising moment, he pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours as he reached for the joint resting between you. He took a slow drag, eyes never leaving yours, before bringing it to your lips again.
"You're something else, doll," he murmured, his voice thick with a sudden, aching hunger. He watched you inhale, a small, crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in to kiss you again, slower this time, tasting the haze on your tongue.
He pulled back just enough to let the tension coil tight between you, his eyes dark and dilated. Taking a deep, slow drag from the joint, he held the smoke in his lungs for a heartbeat, his gaze never wavering from yours. Then, he leaned back in, capturing your lips in a deep, deliberate kiss. As he pressed his mouth against yours, he exhaled the thick, fragrant smoke directly into you, forcing you to breathe him in.
"Take it all," he rasped against your lips, his voice a low, commanding vibration. You gasped, the smoke filling your senses and making your head spin even more, but his tongue was already there to catch your breath.
He pulled you closer, his hands sliding down to grip your waist through your clothes, pulling you flush against his hard frame. "You're mine tonight, sweetheart," he whispered, his forehead dropping against yours as he swallowed a ragged breath. I'm never letting this feeling go, he thought, the hunger in his gut turning into something far more primal.
The rough fabric of the mattress scratched against your skin as he pulled you down, but the sensation was lost beneath the feverish heat of his touch. Neither of you gave a second thought to the uneven surface or the worn-out state of the bedding; the world had shrunk to the space between your bodies.
Dan’s hands were everywhere mapping your curves, pulling you into him with a desperate, heavy strength. He let out a low, jagged sound against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.
"Forget the rest of this," he growled, his voice thick and unravelling. He shifted, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress, his eyes burning with a raw, focused intensity. "Just focus on me. Only me y/n."
He kissed you again, harder this time, his movements losing their slow rhythm and turning into something urgent and hungry. The haze of the smoke was nothing compared to the electricity of him.
He was losing himself in you, and for the first time in years, he didn't want to be found. Dan's hands slid under your shirt, his palms hot and rough against your skin as he pulled you flush against his chest. He let out a shaky, broken breath, his forehead dropping into the crook of your neck.
"You're gonna be the death of me, doll," he rasped, his voice cracking with a desperate kind of honesty. He lifted his head, his eyes searching yours in the dim, smoky light, looking for any sign of hesitation. "Tell me you're with me. All the way."
"All the way, Dan. Always," you breathed, your hands tangling in his hair to pull him back down into a bruising kiss.
The air in the room felt combustible. There was no more patience left, only a frantic, heavy need. You both scrambled, hands fumbling with buttons and fabric in a desperate race to rid yourselves of the barriers between you. The movement was clumsy and heated, fueled by the high and the mounting pressure in your blood.
As you paused for a single, gasping breath, Dan grabbed the joint from the edge of the mattress. He took one last, deep drag, his eyes dark with a primal hunger, and passed it to you. You inhaled sharply, the smoke burning sweet and heavy in your lungs, before handing it back. He crushed it out blindly, his gaze fixed on you, burning through the haze.
"I can't wait another second y/n," he growled, his voice a raw, broken command as he moved to bridge the final gap between you, his body hovering over yours, ready to finally be inside.
He didn't wait. Dan moved with a sudden, predatory grace, his body heavy and solid as he settled between your thighs. The mattress groaned beneath the sudden shift in weight, but the sound was drowned out by the ragged synchronicity of your breathing.
His hands gripped your hips, his knuckles white, anchoring you to the mattress as he guided himself to your entrance. He paused for a heartbeat, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for that final confirmation in the haze of the room.
"Look at me darling," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural vibration that seemed to echo in your very bones. "I want to see you when I'm in you."
As he pushed forward, a slow, deliberate invasion that filled you completely, he let out a choked, broken sound halfway between a groan and a prayer. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his movements starting with a heavy, rhythmic intensity that made the world dissolve into nothing but heat and friction.
The rhythm was heavy and unrelenting, the thin mattress beneath you tilting with every deep, driving thrust. Dan’s muscles corded in his back, his skin slick with sweat as he gripped your hands, pinning them against the worn fabric.
"God, you're so tight," he gasped, his voice breaking as he buried his face against your shoulder. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes blown wide and dark. "Tell me how it feels. Tell me, sweetheart."
"It's too much... Dan, please," you whimpered, your hips arching to meet him, seeking more of that crushing weight. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
"I'm not going anywhere y/n," he growled, his pace quickening into something frantic and primal. He leaned down, his lips grazing your ear as he pushed deeper, hitting that perfect, aching spot. "You're everything. Do you hear me? Everything."
"More... Dan, harder," you choked out, your fingers digging into the muscles of his forearms as the friction sent sparks behind your eyelids.
"I've got you, I've got you," he grunted, his jaw set tight as he drove into you with a punishing, rhythmic intensity. Each thrust was heavy and deliberate, making the old mattress creak rhythmically against the floor. He looked down at you, his expression a mask of raw, unadulterated hunger. I'm never letting this go, he thought, the sensation of you surrounding him pushing him closer to the edge.
"You're so beautiful like this," he rasped, leaning down to capture your mouth in a messy, desperate kiss that tasted of weed and heat. "Stay with me, doll. Just stay right here with me."
The high was no longer a haze; it was a living thing, a shimmering, electric current that turned every touch into a lightning strike. You were unraveling, your senses heightened to an agonizing degree. As the pleasure peaked, you hooked your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper, desperate to erase any remaining space between you.
"God, y/n..." Dan choked out, his voice a broken wreck. The extra friction made his head snap back, his eyes rolling as he felt the shift in your rhythm. He drove into you with a renewed, frantic desperation, his movements becoming less controlled and more primal.
"Dan, please- I can't-!" you cried out, your head tossing back against the mattress. The world was spinning, a kaleidoscopic blur of heat and sensation.
"Don't you dare pull away," he growled, his grip on your hips bruisingly tight. He leaned down, his sweat-slicked chest crushing against yours, his breath hot and ragged against your ear. "Stay right there. Cum for me, sweetheart. Just for me."
He was losing the fight to keep it together. His movements were heavy, almost punishing, as he drove into you with a grim, desperate focus. Every time your hips bucked against his, he let out a low, guttural sound that was more growl than groan.
"That's it... just like that, doll," he rasped, his voice a sandpaper wreck. He leaned down, his sweat-slicked skin sliding against yours, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered into the heat of you. "You're doing so good. Look at you... fucking perfect."
He wasn't a man of many words, and even now, his praise was raw and unpolished, stripped of everything but the truth. It was dark, intense, and grounded in that same heavy weight he carried everywhere.
"You're taking all of me... god, y/n," he choked out, his pace becoming frantic, his eyes locking onto yours with a terrifying, beautiful intensity. "Give it to me. Cum for me, sweetheart. Right now."
The world fractured into a thousand shimmering pieces as your climax hit, a violent, beautiful wave that left you sobbing and gasping his name in a senseless, blabbering rush. "Dan- Dan, god, please- I can't!" you stammered, your voice trailing off into incoherent whimpers as you squeezed him with your thighs.
"God, yes-" Dan roared, his composure finally shattering. He buried his face in your neck biting down, his entire body stiffening as he surged into you one last time, his release coming in heavy, desperate pulses that left him shaking.
As the frantic rhythm slowed into heavy, uneven breaths, the aftermath was evident. He slumped against you, too spent to move, as the heat of him began to spill out from where you were still wrapped tightly around him, leaving a fresh, damp stain on the already worn mattress. He let out a long, shaky exhale, his thumb tracing your damp cheek. "You're gonna be the death of me, doll," he muttered, a ghost of a tired, satisfied smirk touching his lips.
You let out a breathless, shaky laugh, your head lolling back against the mattress as the last of the tremors subsided. You reached up, weakly swatting at his shoulder. "You say that a lot, Dan," you teased, your voice thick with exhaustion and a lingering, hazy warmth. "Seriously, though... I’m gonna have to buy you a proper bed frame if this keeps up. This mattress is practically begging for mercy and cleanliness."
He pulled out of you with a slow, heavy slide, the sound making your breath hitch. He sat back on his heels, squinting through the dim light to assess the damage. His gaze traveled from the fresh, damp stain spreading across the fabric to the way he was still slowly dripping from you.
A dark, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched the mess he'd made. He didn't look bothered in the slightest; if anything, he looked proud? Smug? Probably both. "Think I can live with the chaos for one more night," he rasped, his eyes flicking back to yours with that same intense, unrepentant heat. reaching out to the side to get something to clean them up.
He reached for a discarded shirt on the floor, using it to clumsily wipe the excess from your thighs, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his rugged appearance. The room was silent except for the hum of the city outside and your synchronized, heavy breathing. "Don't go getting any ideas about moving me into a fancy suite just yet, doll," he murmured, his smirk softening into something more genuine as he looked at you.
You pulled the edge of the thin sheet over your chest, feeling the heavy, pleasant ache in your limbs. The weed was still humming in your veins, making the world feel soft and distant. "I'm just saying, I'd prefer not to wake up with a backache every morning because of your floor-living habits," you countered, your eyes drooping.
Dan chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that vibrated in the small space. He climbed back onto the mattress, pulling you into the crook of his arm and tucking your head under his chin. I'll get her whatever she wants, he thought, closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent of smoke and skin. "Just sleep, sweetheart. I've got you."
The warmth of his body was a heavy, comforting anchor as the world finally began to fade into the gray haze of sleep. You let your weight sink into him, your breathing eventually evening out into a slow, rhythmic lullaby. The scent of him salt, weed, and that unmistakable musk wrapped around you like a second skin.
Dan didn't move, his arm a protective weight across your waist. He stared up at the ceiling for a long time, his mind a quiet, uncharacteristic void. The constant, low-level noise of his life seemed to have finally gone silent.
He shifted slightly, pulling the blanket higher over himself and your shoulders to shield you from the slight chill of the room. He pressed a lingering, almost reverent kiss to the top of your head, his eyes closing as he finally succumbed to the exhaustion.
"Sleep tight, doll," he breathed, his voice barely a ghost of a sound. Within minutes, the only sound left in the room was the soft, synchronized breathing of two people who had found a brief, chaotic peace on a stained mattress on the floor that was definitely going to be replaced on her watch.
Authors note: guys I might have got a bit excited and scrambled to finish this cause this man makes me feral (like his bed) sigh. I hope it is up to your guys standards and that I didn’t rush it too much!
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