Bless Me, Madre, For I Have Sinned
PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋
WORD COUNT: 868 ✍️
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You didn’t remember how you got to the couch. One minute, you were kissing in the kitchen, and the next,Danny’s strong hands were pushing you down, his body already hovering over yours, his mouth everywhere.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured between kisses, voice husky.
“Don’t you dare stop,” you breathed, tugging his shirt over his head.
His abs flexed as he straddled you, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn. Okay, bossy.”
“You love it,” you whispered, grabbing the waistband of his sweats.
He hissed between his teeth as your hand slid under. “Fuck, babe…”
Your name fell from his lips like a prayer. The pace between you two was desperate, needy, fast. You were already half-naked, thighs parted, back arching as he kissed down your chest, sucking a bruise right under your collarbone.
“Danny…”
“Say it again,” he muttered, tongue flicking over your nipple.
You gasped, threading your fingers through his hair. “Danny…Jesus”
His grin was smug. “He’s not the one making you moan like that.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“And you’re full of me in about… ten seconds,” he growled.
You giggled breathlessly. “Promise?”
He hooked your legs around his hips and grinded down against you, slow and deliberate. You let out a soft, needy sound, and his eyes rolled back for a second.
“Fuck, you’re unreal,” he whispered.
Just as he reached down, lining himself up—
BRRRRRING. BRRRRRING.
You both froze.
Danny's head dropped against your chest. “No way.”
BRRRRRING.
“Ignore it,” you groaned, pulling him back down. “Please.”
He reached for the phone just to hit Do Not Disturb,but paused.
You saw the look on his face and sat up. “Who is it?”
He turned the screen so you could see:
Mamá.
Your jaw dropped. “No way. Now?”
“She always knows,” he whispered, voice panicked. “She’s psychic.”
You tried not to laugh. “Are you seriously gonna answer?”
“She’ll think I’m dead!”
“She should hope you’re getting laid!”
He swiped the screen and pressed the phone to his ear, trying to clear his throat and talk like he wasn’t still rock hard and ready to absolutely wreck you.
“Hola, Mamá…”
You lay back, covering your face in the blanket so she wouldn’t hear you wheezing with laughter.
Danny cleared his throat again. “Sí, estoy bien… sí, comí… no, Mamá, I’m not in trouble.”
His hips were still between your legs, and you were still panting, watching his chest rise and fall. You gave him the look and slowly dragged your nails down his back.
He choked,literally choked,mid-sentence.
“Estoy bien!” he coughed, glaring at you.
You mouthed, Payback’s a bitch.
He turned slightly, as if that would help, and kept nodding. “Sí… no, no estoy solo.”
You froze.
He realized what he said too late.
There was a pause on the other end, and then:
“¿¡CON QUIÉN ESTÁS!?”
Danny flinched like he’d been slapped.
You burst into silent laughter.
“Uh,solo un,una amiga,” he stammered.
Ouch, you mouthed, pretending to clutch your heart. Friend?!
He held the phone away and whispered, “I’m so sorry. She’s gonna start asking questions.”
You licked your lips and leaned up to whisper in his ear, just loud enough.
“She doesn’t have to wonder. I can scream your name and confirm.”
His eyes widened.
You smirked and pulled him down again, hips shifting under him, just enough to make him twitch.
“Okay, Mamá,” he said shakily. “Sí, I’ll call you tomorrow. Te amo.”
He slammed the phone down.
You didn’t even finish your laugh before he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. “You’re evil.”
“I didn’t say anything,” you teased. “Just… helped paint a picture.”
Danny kissed you, deep and hot and a little pissed off.
“‘A friend’?” you teased against his lips. “That what I am?”
“You’re gonna make me say it while my mom’s voice is still echoing in my head?”
“Mmhm.”
He kissed down your throat, teeth scraping your skin. “Fine. You’re my girl. My problem. My addiction.”
You arched against him. “Keep going.”
He slid inside you with a slow, deep thrust that knocked the air from your lungs. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
You moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders.
He started moving, fast, punishing, like he needed to chase away every trace of that damn phone call. Your bodies moved in sync, messy and frantic. The couch creaked. The air was thick with heat and panting and your name falling from his lips again and again.
“Look at me,” he growled. “I wanna see you when you fall apart.”
You did. And when it happened, when your body clenched around him and you gasped his name, he followed right after, burying his face in your neck with a broken groan.
The room went quiet except for your heavy breathing and a little squeak from the couch springs.
Danny collapsed on top of you, still catching his breath. “If she calls again, I’m joining the priesthood.”
You laughed breathlessly. “You’d make a terrible priest.”
“I really would. I’m too into sin.”
You turned your head to look at him. “Next time, we put the phone on airplane mode.”
“Next time,” he whispered, “I’m throwing it out the fucking window.”
