Bridget Jones's Diary is an adaptation of Pride and Prejudice in the loosest possible sense... but if there's one thing that the films, at least, capture incredibly well, it's how handsome and charming the Wickham character is...
It's often forgotten that, according to the novel, Wickham is meant to be even better looking than Darcy. Plus, when he enters the Phillipses' party and sits next to Elizabeth and then spends a good chunk of the evening talking to her everyone in the room is jealous!!! I haven't seen a P&P adaptation (apart from Death Comes to Pemberley) that has ever captured that as well as Hugh Grant does as Daniel Cleaver in Bridget Jones.
He's so charming that you as the audience are equally as taken in by him as Bridget is, and no matter how many times I've seen it, I still feel so disappointed when he turns out to be a total scumbag. He seems like the complete package and the perfect antidote to the haughty Darcy character, but obviously first impressions can be misleading and it does turn out that a man who was incredibly insulting to you during your first meeting can actually be the right person for you!!
hugh grant freed himself from “witty, but charming and puppy-like, self deprecating romance lead” and immediately hit the weirdest roles he could get his hands on
Synopsis: Part 1 - One Christmas Eve, while Mark is stuck at the office, Daniel Cleaver pays (y/n) a visit...
⚠️TW: Cheating, Mild Daddy Kink, Mild Dirty Talk, Manipulation, Sleaziness, Raw P in V Penetration, Carly Simon, General Smut.
The house phone rings out, shrill and I pick it up "Hello?"
"Hello, (y/n). When's hubby due home?" Daniel, my husband Mark's best friend.
"Daniel, hi. Mark said he'd be back closer to 6pm. Do you two have plans tonight?"
"I'll be there in 10. Wear something appealing."
"Its only two, why would you-" click.
Asshole.
I hang up and a little over ten minutes later the doorbell rings. I open it to a smiling, if fatigued, Daniel Cleaver. He's flushed, breathing hard as he runs a hand through his hair. Today he's wearing a linen button down and jeans under his coat and if I wasn't constantly on the verge of wanting to kill him, I'd say he looks good. Great, even.
"Did you run here?"
"Did I run here? Will there ever be peace in the middle east? Are you wearing panties? These are all very difficult questions, (y/n), I propose we start with the panties and work backwards," he wheezes
"Watch it-" I warn
"You're right, I'm awful, we should talk it out over drinks,"
I roll my eyes and he nods into the foyer, pushing past me.
"Oh, won't you come in." I plead flatly.
I step aside, closing the door to follow behind as he saunters into the kitchen, plucks a beer from the fridge and discards his coat over the counter. His eyes leer over me as he takes a swig of his drink.
"Does Mark know you traipse around the house in these skimpy little dresses while he's at work?"
"It's Prada, for your information and it is not skimpy..." I tug the hem of the mini dress as low as I'm able to, but it refuses to support my assertion and I feel myself redden some.
He smiles devilishly and turns away for a moment, teeth catching his lower lip as he does. "Right," he scoffs, amused at my expense.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this midday home invasion, Mr. Cleaver?"
"Two-thirty is hardly the middle of the day, (y/n), middle of the afternoon maybe, but-"
"The point. Reach it."
"You don't remember the model number of the speaker set you gave Mark last year for Christmas off-hand, do you? I've been looking for something similar for my flat, they're sold out everywhere, and I've never heard more crisp audio in my life than I have through those speakers."
"Oh, erm... I don't remember it off-hand, actually, we did just move them to the bedroom from the living room, I'll show you where they are. Do you have a pad and pen?"
"Always, lead the way."
I show him upstairs to the bedroom and lean against the doorframe, pointing out the speaker set just across from mine and Mark's bed.
"Just there, check whatever you need."
"Excellent, you're a peach, thank you."
"Anytime."
I watch Daniel investigate the speakers, turning a couple over and writing down some numbers in his moleskine. He then shuffles through the adjacent CD collection a bit before looking over to me.
"What's your poison?"
"I'd rather not."
"Come on (y/n), have some fun, god knows that's gone out the window here now that you and Mark are married." He quips, continuing his search.
"Here, Carly Simon : 'No Secrets', we love a bit of Carly, dont we?" He winks and I can't help but giggle.
He sets the CD into the player and selects a track, pressing the play button. The muted bass intro of 'Youre So Vain' fills the room and Daniel is... it wouldn't be fair to call it dancing but he is definitely... moving to the beat, and -shock horror- extending a hand to me.
'and all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner, they'd be your partner and-'
I let out a loud laugh as I take his hand and we are twirling, twisting, dancing... having fun.
He's not the worst dancer in the world and I nearly cackle as he dips me, brings me up, spins me out and back into his arms, and this is nice, actually.
We sway and maybe I've judged him a bit too harshly... he is best friends with Mark after all, how bad could the man be, really?
"Y'know, Mick Jagger subbed in backing vocals on this one..." he speaks into the crook of my neck, low and soothing, his breath warm.
"Did he?" It becomes apparent to me that yes, yes he did. Interesting.
"Mm. It's funny, the song could very easily be about him..."
"I suppose it could be, huh..."
'I had some dreams, there were clouds in my coffe, clouds in my coffee and...'
As we sway, Daniel's body molds to mine, hands finding my hips. I let my eyes close, my hands resting over his. We fit together like puzzle pieces as our fingers interlace and this is nice. It's never like this with Mark.
Daniel's lips ghost the side of my neck and a shiver runs down my spine "Daniel, don't..." I turn around, my eyes meeting his in shock.
"(y/n), darling, relax. We're only dancing. I know for a fact, Mark barely even uses these speakers. Why not let me appreciate what he so clearly doesn't?" he closes the short distance Ive left bewteen us, eyes trailing over me, drinking in my face, my figure. "What he couldn't...possibly..." his eyes capture mine and he leans down, bringing a hand up to stroke my cheek. I don't move. I can barely breathe.
'and when you're not you're with, some underworld spy or-'
Daniel's lips lock to mine and the world goes quiet. Our tongues explore eachother's mouths and he moans and before I realize it I'm unbuttoning his shirt.
Daniel places a hand over mine. "(y/n). wait, wait." A look of genuine concern colors his features as he looks down at me, speaking softly "I just... I want you to know that I like you. Love you, really. Every day I kick myself for not objecting to your vows with Mark. You've completely captivated me since our first meeting. You occupy my mind, always... not just when I'm in the shower. So this... you, wanting me too... it...means something to me." His eyes search mine for understanding and it's there.
I take a deep, shaky breath. "Why didn't you say anything before?"
"What could I have said? 'No, Darcy, please don't marry her, I love her more than you do' ??"
His tongue traces his lower lip as his eyes flick to my mouth, and he starts to lean in again.
We shouldn't. This is wrong. I'm married to his best friend. He's an awful person. A total prat. A prat who tastes like cigarettes and Diet Coke. A prat whose hands feel incredible on my ass. A prat, who is currently...unzipping my dress... and whose charm I am utterly defenseless to.
The dress in question falls to the ground in a heap and I'm stood before him in just my bra and panties. As Daniel looks me over, a low moan escapes him and he gasps.
"Ohh, how I've dreamed of this moment. You are...perfect, (y/n), just...ravishing..." his arms wrap around me again and he nibbles my neck while unhooking my bra, tossing it haphazardly aside.
He drags the freshly dampened panties down my legs and helps me out of them, eyes holding mine as he does. But his clothes are still on.
"Bit unfair, isn't it?" I question.
"Looking to level the playing field?" A grin. Daniel reaches a hand back, closing the bedroom door with a click.
I bite my lip, reaching out to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt and push it off his shoulders.
His arms are well-muscled, his chest taut and stomach defined. I start to undo his belt, then his trousers, dropping to my knees before him as I do.
I can tell just from the outline of it he is thick and my mouth drops open as I watch his dick strain against the fabric of his black boxer-briefs.
My fingers hook into the sides of the waistband and he takes in a sharp breath as I pull them down his legs, cock eagerly bouncing forth to greet me.
Daniel tilts my chin up so I'm looking up at him again. "Can I ask a favor of you?" He smirks down at me.
"Yes, Mr. Cleaver?" my best bambi eyes.
"Open your mouth, Mrs. Darcy."
I open wide for him, tongue out, and Daniel laces his fingers into my hair, slowly guiding my head as far down onto his length as possible, in and out, gradually speeding up to a regular pace. I gag when he hits the back of my throat and blink away tears as he continues to roughly fuck my mouth.
"Ohhh, Mrs. Darcy, your tongue feels fucking exquisite... there you go, that's a good girl... take. It. All..." he dips into the back of my throat a few times in a row and when I gag again, he groans, gasping sharply. His hand is still enmeshed in my hair and he reminds me of it by jerking my head backwards, cock exiting my mouth with a pronounced pop.
Daniel strokes my cheek, taking in the sight of me on my knees, heaving, lips swollen, body buzzing.
"Mm. I think I'm going to have to fuck you now, (y/n). Too gorgeous not to, I'm afraid. Lay back for me, yeah?"
I rest back on the carpet and he follows me down, nipping and kissing down my neck, hands traveling over the contours of my body as he does.
He takes his cock in hand, stroking it a few times as he looks my face over.
"Are you ready for me?" I nod and he smirks, parting my legs. He glides the tip along my vulva, teasing, and lets out a satisfied hum at the slickness of it.
Daniel aligns himself with my entrance and hastily slips his cock inside of me. He is... much larger than I realized and I gasp at the sudden fullness as he begins to steadily roll his hips down into mine.
"Fuck me, that's tight, have you been fucked recently, (y/n)?"
My face is hot, all I can offer is a choked whimper and he smirks down at me.
"That's a no, then. Ah, don't worry pet. Daddy's here and he's going to take very good care of you..."
he murmurs into my neck, pace picking up.
He feels remarkable but it's so much and "D-Daniel?"
"Mm?" He keeps rocking into me,
"I- mmmh, it's- you're just- it's really big, and-" I gasp as his tip hits my cervix.
"Oh? Are you not used to something like this?" He taunts, grinning.
"Bit much for you then?" He gives another forceful buck into me and I moan.
"(y/n), we can stop whenever you like, you just. say. the word..." he pounds into me hard, one hand pinning my hip in place as I wrap my legs around him. " No Daniel, don't stop, please don't stop!" I whine.
"Mm. See, that's what I thought you might say... sound so fucking pretty when you beg for it like that, too..." he keeps railing into me and I gasp, feeling my body start to coil.
"(y/n) I'm going to pull out now, and you're going to turn over for me, yeah?" I nod.
"Good girl."
He pulls out of me and I do turn over for him, arching my hips up and looking back at him.
Daniel runs his hands over my ass, giving it a firm squeeze before guiding himself back into me.
It's easier to take this time, though still a little overwhelming. He pushes into me carefully, slowly, holding my hips steady, and as he fills me out I realize I spoke too soon.
He starts bucking into me again, his strokes commanding as our bodies clap against eachother. "Oh my Gohdd," I groan, tensing around him.
One of Daniel's hands snakes around my hip and his fingers toy with my clit expertly as he continues ramming into me. His other hand grasps a fistful of my hair, yanking back ruthlessly and my entire body is rigid with need as I clench around his cock once, twice.
"You are just... magnificent, (y/n), so wet, so fucking tight, christ, are you about to come?" He slows his thrusts some and I whimper at the change of pace.
"I said, are you gonna come for me?"
"Yesssss, please" I breathe, desperate.
"Please what?" He slows down to a glacial pace, still playing with my clit, torturous, and does he actually expect me to say it? No. There's no way.
"Please what. (y/n)?" Oh my god. He wants me to call him-
"Daddy! Please Daddy, let me come, I need it,"
"There you go, wasn't so hard, was it?" He speeds up again, pistoning into me rapidly, his grip on my hair tightening. "Tell me something (y/n), has Mark fucking Darcy ever made you feel this good? Ever made you crave it the way you do right now?"
"No, never!!" The words leave me before I'm aware I've said them and I wish it wasn't true.
"Who makes you feel like this?"
"You!! Only you, Daniel!!" I whine.
"That's right, now are you going to be a good girl and come for Daddy? I can feel you fucking twitching, (y/n), just. Let. Go."
Orgasm hits like a train and within seconds I'm a mess of pathetic, whimpering contractions beneath him, completely undone.
Daniel slows, letting me ride out the final waves of my climax, hand finally releasing its grip on my hair.
The familiar creak of the bedroom door handle cuts through our shared panting and the dulcet tones of the Carly Simon CD. Mark. No. No. Nonononono, SHIT.
My body goes slack beneath Daniel's and I look back in mortified terror.
Mark stands in the doorway, fuming.
"What the absolute fuck is going on here?"
A beat.
Daniel clears his throat "Oh. Erm. Hah. Mister. Darcy...you're home... earlier than anticipated. This is... awkward." he manages, sheepish.
Mark's eyes widen at the scene before him and I watch his face crumple momentarily as the information sets in.
Me. Ass up for Daniel Cleaver. On the floor of our bedroom. In our home. In the middle of the day. To Carly Simon. Mark exhales through his nose and he's bright red.
"Cleaver. May I speak to you outside for a moment?"
"Outside your wife or outside of the room?"
"You know what the bloody fuck I meant, now get the fuck off of my fucking floor!" He hisses, seething as he steps politely into the hallway.
"Right. Both then." Daniel mumbles into my neck, withdrawing from me and yanking on his clothes to follow Mark downstairs.
My body is hot lead and my head is hazy as I listen to the frantic yelling downstairs, something is thrown, -glass- it breaks, and finally, the front door slams shut. I hear Mark's footsteps bounding heavily up the stairs and I am well and truly fucked. In all manner of ways.
