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.
⚠️CW - 18+ NSFW, oral stimulation (p in mouth), no p in v (yet), general smut, Daniel Cleaver and his sliminess (his presence deserves a warning)
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📜 - A fairly new hire is getting ready for a very important meeting at her job as the co editor in chief at Pemberley Press. To her surprise, she seems to have lost her favorite wristwatch.
At work, she manages to find it ... on the desk of her most insufferable colleague.
Author's Note - First fan fiction posted to Tumblr, I cannot believe it's for this man. It is actually inspired by the fact that I lost my favorite watch just before Christmas - don't ask how my brain decided to write a fan fiction because of it. I did manage to find it while I wrote this so, that's a win for me. Yes, Frankie is inspired by Francis Abernathy from The Secret History. And yes, the presence of an author named Miles Finch does indeed imply that this fan fiction and this version of Daniel Cleaver do exist in the same universe as the 2003 Christmas comedy film, Elf, starring Will Ferrel. Our beloved Mr. Reed will be here soon, I promise. But I fear I must get this freak out of my system before I can focus on the other one.
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“Chilly morning in London today, with a high of 4 degrees and a low of -1° tonight! Expect light flurries this evening with-” The cheerful English news reporter said in his routine chatter about the weather forecast. I poured out a decent serving of cat food for my sweet Argo and sat down to my own breakfast. Turning down the television volume and opening my work notebook, I reviewed the notes from the previous day regarding today’s very important meeting, with a very important author.
I furrowed my brows as I read the author’s scribbled name, Miles Finch, trying to remember where else I had heard of him outside of work.
My eyes drifted lower on the page to a different name that I had written down - one that made my heart race and my cheeks blush. Daniel Cleaver, my insufferably attractive colleague and co-editor in chief at Pemberley Press. Our boss, Mr. Fitzherbert, thought it would be some wonderful idea for us to work together preparing for this meeting; the loyal employee of several years teaching the new hire ‘all the way from Boston, Massachusetts’. Weeks spent working a little too closely with Daniel, all leading up to today. To be completely honest, it took its toll on me. One can only take so much of him and his arrogance.
And his smile … his eyes … his voice … his-
“Ugh,” I caught my mind wandering and stopped, nearly choking on my morning coffee. “Enough of that, (y/n).” I said to myself as I stood from the table.
I carefully chose a CD to play while I got dressed, settling on one burned by my friend back home. The first song, some obscure 80s pop tune, filled my room as I made my way to the closet.
“Miniskirt and blouse,” I pondered out loud, pulling the outfit from the rack. “Or, black suit dress?”
Eyeing both choices, I tried to decide which outfit would warrant the best response during the meeting. I looked again at the miniskirt momentarily, blushing as I recalled the … effect it seemed to have on my intolerable associate when I last wore it.
The way Daniel eyed me that entire day was undeniable. I had been rather used to his stares after 6 months of working with him, but that was different. The way he bit his lip as those icy blue eyes wandered to places they definitely shouldn’t…
“No,” I said quickly, dropping the skirt onto my bed. “Absolutely no distractions today. Suit dress it is.”
After finishing my outfit and makeup, I only had a few minutes before I had to leave. I gathered my things, listing off everything important: ‘notebook, car keys, bag, coat, scarf…’
I prattled off my belongings in my head as I stopped at my vanity one last time. ‘Necklace, rings, wristwatch-’ I named each item as I put it on, but-
‘Wristwatch…?’ I froze mid-list as I realized my favorite watch was nowhere in sight. I opened every drawer, brows furrowed as I searched all over the apartment. I thought of anywhere it could possibly be, and yet, still nothing.
I stopped and sighed at the new mess I had made in my hunt. Clothes and jewelry strewn over my unmade bed after my unceremonious rummage around.
‘I wore it yesterday.. I remember that,’ I thought to myself, stood amongst the disarray. ‘Then.. where did it go afterwards?'
Figuring it would be easily found on my desk at work, I relented. I took all my things and left the apartment, throwing on my scarf and coat once inside the elevator.
In the car, my mind drifted back to the watch. After earning this perfect job at Pemberley, I bought anything I wanted. Expensive jewelry, designer clothes, a new car - even my fancy apartment in London after relocating. I could probably buy 7 of the same basic black and gold Timex watch, but this one was special to me.
“I’m being quite honest, Frankie, I can't find it anywhere,” I sigh over the phone to my best friend. “I looked all over my apartment, all over my work desk, even asked our security guard if he’d seen it. I fear it’s gone.” I slouched a little in my desk chair as I came to my upsetting realization.
“Please, (y/n), it’s not that serious. It’s a small thing, I’ll buy you a new one if you like.” Frankie said, his voice as cool and unconcerned as always. Franklin Arkwright; assistant to the CEO of our partner publishing company back home in Boston. He was my oldest friend, and the one who managed to get me the job at Pemberley in the first place.
I stood from my chair and paced about my office, the phone cord pulling as I walked around my desk. “It’s not just a small thing, Frankie. You know how much I love that watch, and I don't enjoy losing my belongings.” My hand went to my (y/hc) hair as I sighed again. I turned around, going to the opposite side of the room when I accidentally locked eyes with him.
Daniel Cleaver’s office sat inconveniently right beside mine, both spaces walled completely with floor to ceiling glass (I preferred more privacy myself, but the sleek and modern look was just so in these days).
My heart quickened for a moment, sending a strange pulse through my chest as his blue eyes met mine, a smirk appearing on his face. I managed a smile back as he waved, still talking to whoever was on his own phone. He eyed me up and down as he always did, his gaze lingering on my choice of dress; the dress that I suddenly realized had such a low neckline.
I scoffed and looked away from his irritating stares, my eyes moving to his desk instead. Frankie continued on in my ear about something his mother had said as I scanned the organized mess of Daniel’s workspace. Stacked papers and folders, pens and pencils, a paper coffee cup, my watch, a stapler-
My watch?
My eyes widened at the undeniable sight of my wristwatch sitting on the desk of none other than Daniel fucking Cleaver. The black leather wristband and gold rimmed clock face was recognizable even from where I stood. I looked back up to him as he paced about his own office, talking away on his phone. He seemed either unaware that it was there, or he at least didn't care.
'How on earth did it get there?’ I thought to myself as I wracked my brain, finally remembering yesterday’s encounter.
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In the meeting room, Daniel leaned against the long table as I went over my checklist for a final time. “Right, the presentation is finished, I wrote up my little spiel. Do you have yours ready, Cleaver?” I asked and instantly rolled my eyes as I caught him staring where he shouldn’t. Again.
“Yes, yes, (y/ln), I’ll get on that straight away,” He said briskly, reluctantly meeting my eyes. I could tell he was very distracted, and likely hadn’t heard a word that I said.
“Daniel, please just know that if you fuck up this meeting and make a fool of me, I will have your head for it.” I said in a casual voice, returning to my written list.
“Noted. Thank you, (y/ln)” Daniel responded coolly. I caught his eyes wandering again and shot him a glare. Perhaps he felt bad for not listening to me, or more than likely, he was trying to play off his stares as he leaned off the table and walked closer.
“You know, (y/n), I never noticed how nice your watch is,” He said, tilting his head as he looked at the clock on my wrist. “I think I like it.”
I furrowed my brows at his out-of-place comment and looked at him skeptically. “Well, I do wear it everyday, Daniel. How have you not mentioned it before?” Daniel just shrugged in response, eyes still on my wrist.
“The gold suits you quite nicely,” He said pensively, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. Daniel gently reached out for my hand, and asked for a closer look. Confused, I set down my notebook and pen, taking the watch from my wrist. Our hands brushed momentarily as I set the watch in his palm, making my heart skip annoyingly. As he examined it, I went back to my list and finished going over everything for tomorrow.
Before I could say another word to Daniel, Mr. Fitzherbert had entered and asked for me. The last thing I remembered was taking my notebook and pen, and hurrying out - leaving my favorite watch with Daniel. Fucking. Cleaver.
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“(y/n)...? (Y/N)??” Frankie repeated over the phone, taking me out of my memory. “Are you still there, babe?”
I let out a laugh and took a breath as I realized I was still on the phone with him. “Y-yea, I’m still here, Frankie.. But I think I should go. I, uhm, I found my watch.”
Without another word, I said goodbye and hung up the phone. Daniel had also finished his own phone call and was standing by the window, reading some documents. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose as I contemplated actually going over there. After all, it IS just a watch. But, it was still my favorite one.
I readjusted my dress and made my way to Daniel’s office, entering politely. “Afternoon, Mr. Cleaver,” I said with the nicest smile I could manage. “Today’s the day! Big meeting with Miles Finch. I hope you’re ready!”
Daniel flashed me a smile - that terribly charming smile of his. “Good afternoon to you, Miss (y/ln). To what do I owe this lovely intrusion?”
From the look he gave me I could tell, he knew what I was there for. My eyes went from him to my watch, sat right on his desk beside his computer, almost displayed like some kind of trophy. I lost my fake smile and relaxed, crossing my arms. “I’m here to see if you're prepared. And to take my watch back; I’ve been looking for it all morning.”
Daniel looked confused and taken aback by my statement. “Your watch..? (y/ln), you must be barking, I don’t have your watch.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and walked towards his desk. I wasn’t in any mood for his games today. “Yes, Daniel. This watch, it’s mine.” I reached out to take it, just as he bent over the desk and picked it up himself.
“Oh, this watch? Odd, what is it doing here? Are you sure it’s yours?” Daniel said while he examined it just like he did the day prior. I rolled my eyes at him and his antics.
“Yesterday.. The meeting room? You asked to see it and then I had to go.” I recalled briefly, still irritated with his little act. “I really have been looking for it all morning, I’ve been worried half to death.”
Daniel’s eyes widened in fake shock. “Half to death? God, (y/ln), it’s just a watch,” He said, turning it over in his hands. “Why do you wear it everyday? It's a bit worse for wear, isn't it? Scratches in the glass here, creasing in the wristband. And, oh dear, is that a crack? Surely, they pay you enough to buy a nicer one.”
I glared at him from the other side of his desk and huffed in anger. “It’s very special to me, Daniel. My dear friend, Frankie, gave it to me before I left home to move here. It used to belong to him; he knew I loved it so much,” I stopped myself and sighed. Something told me that it was futile to try and explain the emotional value of a wristwatch to someone like Daniel Cleaver. “It’s .. sentimental. Perhaps you’d understand if you had friends of your own, now I’d like to have it back please.”
The emphasis on my statement didn't seem to matter as Daniel just smiled to himself and looked back at my watch. “How dare you presume to know the status of my personal friendships,” He said after taking a gasp of fake offence.
I held my hand out for him to give the watch back, a silent plea for him to end this ridiculous nonsense. But to my confusion and irritation, instead of offering it back, he pulled back his sleeve and put it on. “You know, I think I'll hold onto it for you. Just for today, what do you think, (y/ln)?”
It was my turn to be taken aback now. “What, no- Cleaver, just give it to me,” I said, my already thin patience running thinner. “This isn’t grade school, what are we, confiscating each other’s belongings now..?”
Daniel said nothing as he walked around his desk and stopped in front of me - a little too close for a colleague. “You can come back and collect it at the end of the day. Stay later tonight.. If you want it back, then you’ll know where to find me, hmm?” He said, his voice patronizing. Yet, quiet and … suggestive. He was so close, I could smell his cologne - a familiar fragrance from Jo Malone. He lifted his hand and I held my breath, ready for him to do something deranged, like brush back my hair or caress my cheek. Hell, he was close enough to lean in for a kiss.
Instead, he looked over my shoulder at my watch on his wrist to check the time. “Well look at that.. It’s time to meet Miles Finch,” Daniel said with a quick smile as he stepped back to his desk to pick up some documents. According to the clock on his wall, he was right - ten minutes until 3pm. A few people from different departments even walked by Daniel’s office and into the elevator, clearly on their way to the meeting room.
Daniel walked past me quickly and I followed behind to retrieve my own things from my office, just as he stopped and turned back.
“Hot dress, by the way, (y/ln),” He started, making my cheeks blush red. “With a neckline that low, I’m sure you won’t even need your notes in order to convince them.”
I gasped and tried to interject as he made his way out to the elevator.
The meeting came and went, ending on a high note with Miles Finch agreeing to our proposed contract for his upcoming book series. It was truly a triumph; after weeks of hard work and preparation, it actually paid off. The entire meeting room filed out, talking happily and shaking hands with one another with a few minutes to spare before the end of the work day. I was approached numerous times by colleagues and representatives visiting from our New York location, congratulating me and Daniel on a job well done. As the building slowly emptied, I retreated back to my office and opened my computer to start on some extra work. I hadn’t forgotten about what Daniel said. And I certainly hadn't forgotten about my damned wristwatch.
There were five separate invitations to go out for drinks with everyone from the meeting. And I really did wish to attend. Perhaps for a chance to earn a spot within Miles Finch’s good graces (he was said to be a difficult man to please), but I declined every single one. “Such hard workers, you and Mr. Cleaver are. You make an excellent team, I’m quite glad to have hired you.” Mr. Fitzherbert said when he heard that Daniel and I wished to stay late to ‘get ahead’ on the next big project.
‘Oh yes,’ I thought to myself. ‘I'm sure we’ll be working very hard tonight.’ It was the only thought I had in my mind as the boss praised us. Checking my email for a final time before I got to work, I noticed a new message. The sender’s name made me sigh and curse as I clicked it open.
‘45 minutes, floor will be empty.
50 minutes, after George does his rounds, you know what to do.
-DC’
The wall clock ticked away at an agonizingly slow pace. A few times, I even caught myself instinctually turning my wrist to check the time, and cursing under my breath when I found nothing there. When the time finally arrived, George, the security guard walked casually past my glass-walled office. We exchanged polite waves and I watched him walk through the room and out, heading for the stairwell. I recognized my moment, and turned off my computer. I took my things as if I were ready to leave: packed my notebook and pen into my bag, gathered up my coat and scarf, and made the dreadful walk of shame to Daniel’s office door. I felt his eyes on me as I hesitated outside, wondering again if this was all really worth it. I knew I wasn’t just going to walk in, collect my trinket, and go. It would never be that easy with Daniel.
“About time, (y/ln), took you long enough to finally open the door. Having second thoughts?” Daniel said, without looking up from his computer screen.
“Actually, yes,” I confessed, putting my belongings down on the chair by the door. “Am I going to regret coming in here, Cleaver..?” I gave him a sincere look of worry. His expression visibly softened as he stood from his desk and walked over. He stopped in front of me, just like he had done earlier. Except this time, there was no one around to see us. No one to watch him do something deranged… like brushing back my hair, or caressing my cheek. Or..
“Daniel,” I whispered, pulling away when he leaned in. My hand went to his chest, ghosting against the bare skin where his dress shirt was left unbuttoned. “Please - don’t risk our positions, or our jobs, for this silliness.” Daniel responded with a soft smile as his hand went to my cheek, caressing it gently.
“It’s only a problem if we’re caught, (y/n).” Daniel began, his other hand trailing slowly up my side and to my waist. He pulled me against him and I stumbled a little, falling against Daniel’s chest and fully into his arms - right where he wanted me. “And if we are, which we won’t be, I’ll take the blame. It’s my idea after all. I’ll risk my position and my job… not yours.”
Somehow, Daniel’s own version of a sacrifice was endearing enough to make me blush furiously. I opened my mouth to protest, just to be met with his thumb gliding gently over my bottom lip. “It’s alright, (y/n),” He whispered with an amused smile on his face. He winked and I couldn't help but return the smile. Daniel backed away briefly, pulling me by the arm to his desk where I settled against it. He resumed his place in front of me, pulling me back into his embrace. “I’ve got it all figured out… and I've got you.”
I felt myself physically relax at Daniel’s words - more relaxed than I’ve ever felt while being with him. I raised my eyebrows at his statement, sighing against his lips. “You always have everything figured out, don't you Daniel?” Before he could give me one of his clever responses, I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his. Just to shut him up.
His hand settled on my hip, keeping me pinned against his desk. I let my own hands move up his chest, and over his shoulders. One hand rest on the back of his neck, while the other went up into his hair, getting tangled in his dark locks. He let out a moan against my lips, and I couldn't help my mischievous smile.
“Excuse my enthusiasm, (y/n),” Daniel began, pulling away only enough to form words. “But I have been fucking dying to get you like this since the day I met you.” It was my turn to be amused now. I smiled and bit my bottom lip, delighted to see him this flustered. “Oh, I can tell, Daniel,” The feeling of his growing erection against me was enough to know that he was serious. I let my hands fall from their work in his hair, dropping one to his shoulder and the other to the desk behind me. It rested beside Daniel’s left hand, my fingers ghosting over his. “To make a confession of my own, I’ve always found you rather attractive - hot as fuck, even. But your insufferable arrogance was often far to much for me to bear.”
Daniel laughed against my neck as he dipped down to kiss the sensitive skin there, earning a breathy moan from me. I moved my hand from the desktop, gliding over his hand and to his wrist, where I felt the undeniable outline of my watch. I quickly moved my hand up, tightening around his forearm as he nipped at my neck, hoping he wouldn’t get suspicious. “Daniel…” I moaned to him, making him hold my waist tighter in response. My other hand slid off his shoulder and down his back to distract him while I began to remove my watch from his wrist.
‘Almost…’ I thought and let out a sigh when I felt the leather strap slide from the small buckle. Daniel bit into my neck harder than he had before, and I gasped sharply. He paused, bringing his quest to cover me in love bites to a close. “Don’t stop, please,” I pleaded, nearly whining for him. Not only was I close to finally getting my watch back, but the physical contact actually felt too good to lose. I felt Daniel smirk against my lips as he pulled away from me completely, my hand drifting off his shoulder and lingering outstretched for him.
“You almost had me, (y/n),” Daniel said while he fastened my watch back onto his wrist. “Don’t make me restrain you, (y/ln). Play fairly and you’ll get what you came here for.”
I roll my eyes and groan, crossing my arms in front of me. “Fine, Daniel. What must I do to get my precious watch back?” Daniel put a hand to his heart and gasped.
“You wound me, (y/n), honestly,” He paced to the side of the desk, leaning on it bringing our faces inches apart once again. “I had hoped that what you wanted from me wasn't just your watch.”
“Daniel-” I scolded, as if he were a child. He was surely acting like one. He just laughed and held up his hands in surrender after taking a step away. “Alright, (y/ln), alright. I need you to do something for me. A favor, I suppose.” His voice dropped in volume as he finished. I chewed the inside of my lip, eyeing him cautiously.
“Like what? Take over a project for you? Cover for you while you run off to some broom closet or storage room with one of the interns?” Daniel approached me with that damned smile on his face again. The one that first made my heart race. The one that could convince me to do anything.
“Bold of you to assume I’d be running off with anyone other than you, (y/ln). But no, nothing like that,” He paused, seemingly thinking. His tongue traced his bottom lip as his eyes scanned over my face while his hand absentmindedly rubbed my thigh beneath my skirt. “Well, you are quite good with this mouth of yours.”
My eyes widened and my lips parted in my shock. ‘Oh, surely not.’
“I don’t suppose you mean I have a chance of talking my way out of this?” I asked, trying desperately to avoid what I knew he was implying. Daniel shook his head, still enamored by me as he resumed his kissing along my jaw and down my neck. “Come now, (y/n), don’t play innocent. It’s a poor act, and it doesn't look good on you.”
He kisses and roughly nips at a spot just below my jaw, making me crane my head back and sigh. He pulled away again and looked at me. I had never seen his blue eyes look so dark.
‘No. No. No way. Tell him no, say-’
“Fine,” I nodded to Daniel’s desk chair, telling him to sit as I pulled my hair back. I bit my lip to hide a smile as he scrambled to take his seat. I stole a pen off his desk and stuck it into my makeshift updo, securing it in place.
I left my spot on the front of the desk, rounding it to stand between Daniel’s legs. The outline of his cock was apparent even through his dark trousers as I lowered myself down between his legs. The only sounds for a moment were heavy breaths and Daniel’s zipper sliding down. He shifted in his seat, pushing his trousers down slightly. I took a breath and paused when I slid my fingers around the waistband of his underwear. I hesitated for a moment, making Daniel hum in amusement from above me. I looked up at him, eyes locked with his.
“You’re really doing this, (y/n)?” He said, surely meaning to challenge me. His arm was propped by his elbow on the armrest of the desk chair. My Timex watch sat, still fastened to Daniel’s wrist, looking almost like it was meant to be there. The gold hardware glinted in the low lights in the office and I felt my chest tighten at the thought of Daniel Fucking Cleaver keeping one of my most treasured possessions forever. “Of course I am,” I say, settling onto my knees and slowly letting my hands slide under Daniel’s dress shirt, up and down the sides of his torso. “I want my fucking watch back.”
Daniel nodded and readjusted himself in his seat, leaning back like a king on his throne. “Go on then Miss (y/ln). Use that pretty mouth of yours… take what you came here for.” I smiled back and rolled my eyes, letting my gaze settle on Daniel and his endearing grin. “Yes, right away, Mr. Cleaver.”
I slid my fingers into his waistband again and pulled them, no hesitation this time. My eyes widened a bit when his cock sprang free from its constraints. He was admittedly very large. Daniel let out a groan as I took him in hand and licked his tip playfully. I continued my teasing, enjoying the sounds of Daniel nearly whimpering.
“O-ohhh, (y/n).. enough of that, please.” He begged, dropping his left hand to my face. Daniel held my chin up with one, and with the other began to stroke his cock, positioning it in front of my mouth. “No more teasing if you want your watch back.” I nodded obediently, which pleased him.
“Now, (y/n), if you’d be so kind, just- ohhh, fuck,” Happy to quiet him, I took him into my mouth, going as deep as I comfortably could. I breathed slowly and deliberately, ensuring that I didn’t choke too severely.
I felt Daniel’s hand snake around to the back my neck and hold me, tangling into the hair at the base. I moaned as he began to guide my head back and forth; slowly and gently. I shut my eyes for a moment, focusing on my breathing again. He was so much … more than what I had experienced in the past, and I was not accustomed to it.
I felt Daniel move his hand from my chin and I opened my eyes slowly. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, his groans and whispers filling his office space. I pulled off his cock and trailed my tongue along the length of it, earning a hiss and a long moan of my name. I looked up again, hoping to catch his gaze and instead was met with the clockface of my watch on his wrist as his hand held the base of his cock. I stared at it before me, as I closed my lips around him again.
‘He’s doing it on purpose, surely,’ I thought as his moans became a bit louder.
“(y/n), fuck. I’m close, darling, so close-” Daniel groaned, his hold tightening on the back of my neck. I hummed and hollowed my cheeks as I took him, enjoying the sounds of his cries.
I glanced up through my eyelashes and watched as he reached his climax, finishing into my mouth. I shut my eyes, swallowing what I could as Daniel’s hold on my neck loosened completely and his hand fell while he relaxed.
“God, you are good Miss (y/ln). Fuck,” He groaned, fixing his clothes and redressing. I paused and patted his thigh gently, while I turned and spit the rest of his cum into the wastebin beneath his desk. Daniel watched as I casually stood and wiped at my mouth, rubbing off what remained of my lipstick. “Too much for you, darling?” He said, making me roll my eyes. I leaned forward, resting my hands on the chair’s armrests. My lips grazed Daniel’s tauntingly as I let my tongue glide over his bottom lip. “Is there anything else you require of me, Mr. Cleaver?” I asked with the best demure voice I could manage.
Daniel groaned again, seemingly close to giving into me. “(y/n), darling…” He whispered, holding my face gently. “I thought I told you the innocent act isn’t your thing. Besides, as badly as I need to bend you over and fuck you on this desk, George’s next round is going to start soon and I’m confident that you don’t want him to find us like that.”
I stood and let him stand from his chair. “How do you know the security guard’s patrolling routine so well?”
Daniel grinned. “My sweet, (y/n), why do you think?”
I didn’t give him an answer. Instead I scoffed at him and fixed the collar of my dress, crossing the room to pick up my belongings. “Oh, now I’ve earned the silent treatment have I?” Daniel leaned against his desk, watching me put on my scarf and coat. I failed to hide a smile when I watched him attempt to seem as though he wasn’t crying my name a moment ago. I crossed the room again, back over to Daniel and extended my hand wordlessly. He rolled his eyes and sighed, carefully removing the watch on his wrist.
He lowered it into my palm and I nodded. “Thank y-,”
“On second thought,” Daniel began, cutting me off and pulling my watch away again. “I think I’ll hold onto it a little bit longer. Just until tomorrow evening, that alright, (y/ln)?”
My cheeks went warm while I watched him put the watch into his pocket and put on his own coat. I huffed, admittedly like a child, and crossed my arms. “Oh, was I not good enough?” I asked, a little too loudly. He shook his head.
“Oh no, darling, you were wonderful. Too good for me to let this little game end right now. What do you say to … The Ritz? Tomorrow evening?” Daniel took his own things and walked to the door of his office. “I do owe you after all. I fear I’ve robbed you of a lovely night of drinks with our colleagues.”
I followed him out of the room and over to the elevator, waiting for the doors to open. “I'd say I've never been,” I confessed. “You do know you can ask me out to dinner without holding my wristwatch hostage, right?”
Daniel shrugged, sliding his arm around my waist as we watched the numbers of the floors descend. “Sure, but this is just more fun,” He leaned down, his lips grazing against my ear as he whispered, making my chest tighten. “It’s like getting back at you for those revealing outfits you’ve been wearing here - especially that little miniskirt you have.” I shivered as his fingers made gentle circles on my waist.
He lifted his head, and stood up straight just in time for the doors to open again. George was indeed on his second round of the empty building, having left the other security guard at the front desk. We waved goodbye and were met with a cold wind beyond the front doors of Pemberley Press, the flurries mentioned on the news this morning already making their appearance. I paused to button up my coat, as Daniel examined my Timex watch yet again.
“You know, (y/ln), I really do think this watch suits me nearly as well as it suits you.” He said, putting it back into the pocket of his trousers. I rolled my eyes and faced him. “Oh sure. Perhaps once we’re all done here you can get one of your OWN.” I heard Daniel’s laugh echoing behind me as I walked away from him. As I reached my car, I got inside and started it up wondering how on earth I was going to explain this situation to Frankie when I called him on the phone at my apartment.
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I hope you all enjoyed!! Potentially scheming a Part II at some point, but please let me know what you think!
prompt: reader has been paired together with the office asshole daniel on a weekend business trip and they have been booked into a shared hotel room!
dedicated to my fav hugh girls, you know who you are <333
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“Surely this can be worked out,” I spoke into the phone in the hotel lobby, trying to not let the desperation shine through in my voice, and failing miserably. I had turned away from Daniel who was standing right on the outskirts of my personal space, but I still felt his incessant smirk everywhere.
It was bad enough having been paired together with Daniel for the out-of-town weekend business trip, somehow we had also been booked to stay in the same hotel room. And I knew he wasn’t going to let me live down what we’d done at the office Christmas party a few weeks earlier.
Our boss shot me down and hung up within a few seconds and I was left alone again with Daniel.
“Hmm,” he pondered as I turned around to find him leaning against the wall. “I do wonder what a girl like you wears to bed.”
He took a few steps back and, with a wink, turned around to head down the hallway. Despite my irritation I came up with a witty response.
“You wouldn’t know. You’ve never spent the night with a girl like me,” I called after him and felt proud for half a second.
“Tonight shall be the first time then.”
I pondered if his stupid face was capable of any expression other than smirking and winking as he disappeared down the hallway towards our room. I stood boiling in my own frustration. I swore to myself I would resign the minute I got back to London, and then I reluctantly followed him down the hall.
*
“I have to change for the meeting.”
In ten minutes’ time we had an incredibly important meeting with incredibly important people, all middle aged men of course.
I stared at Daniel and took a deep breath as he opened his arms, gesturing for me to go ahead and change. I shot him a piercing contemptuous smile and ripped a dress from my bag quickly and headed for the bathroom.
“Oh, come on!” he whined and sat down on his bed, torso curving and large hands pressing into the mattress beneath him.
“I would’ve been nice and given you a show,” he added and began unbuttoning his shirt. I couldn’t tell you why I lingered for half a second before closing the bathroom door, but the image of his firm chest and the top of his defined stomach burned in my mind as I rid my legs of my trousers. A flashback of my hands flush with his torso as I kneeled in front of him bulldozed through my mind. I had just about shook the image out of my tired head as I shoved the bathroom door open and was met with a new image. Daniel had changed trousers but conveniently enough not shirts and was parading around in his topless state. I tore my eyes away from that defined stomach once again, and those veins pouring from his forearms down onto the backs of his hands.
“Oh, I love that approach!” he exclaimed when he looked up at me. I didn’t look at him. “Wearing a short, slutty dress to get what you want.”
The anger built again but I decided to not let myself get riled up and I took a few deep breaths, ignoring his comment.
“Right, which shirt do I go for?”
Daniel stepped up to me for no good reason, in my personal space again with that smirk. He held out a selection of button ups but I stared at his arms instead and the torso that they grew out of. His skin looked soft and warm and the broadness of his shoulders made my insides ache. And then the cloud of cologne hit me.
“That one,” I decided without looking at which shirt I was pointing to. Then I fake coughed excessively and pressed my hand into his chest, shoving him away from me. His skin was indeed soft and warm, but I took a deep breath again to collect myself.
“Did you shower in cologne?!”
Daniel gave another one of his smirks and I gave another roll of the eyes.
*
Half of the meeting had passed and every few minutes I had had to swat Daniel’s fingers away from the outside of my thigh. I couldn’t remember a single thing of value he’d said, whilst I’d had to do all the heavy work.
I could see his smirk in the corner of my eye as he grabbed the top of my thigh suddenly, and I just as suddenly squeezed his hand back, praying he hadn’t heard the faint whimper in my sharp exhale.
“Excuse me! So sorry,” I interrupted the meeting and everyone’s eyes fell on me, including Daniel’s dark gaze. “Would it be possible to take five minutes? I really would like to regroup a bit with my associate,” I explained and I patted his shoulder hard as I still had a firm grip around the back of his hand.
In near silence I shoved him out of the conference room and kept shoving until we were in the next room, doors closed.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I half yelled.
“You. You in that dress.”
“Well, my problem is you squeezing my thigh and not saying a fucking word in there! I sure as hell am not going to lose my job because we can’t close this deal, all because you’d rather sit and stare down my dress and drool. And I know you’re very intelligent and very good at your job, so what the fuck?!”
My stakes were higher than his. I knew he wasn’t going to be let go all because of some unsuccessful business trip. He had everyone in the office in the palm of his hand and was probably on his steady way to becoming CEO. I, however, was fairly average and definitely a replaceable pawn.
“Okay,” Daniel said after a couple beats. He marched past me and scooped me up on the way, pulling me with him back into the conference room. He had his sharp eyes and tongue back now.
“Now, gentlemen, where were we?” he flirted platonically and slid back down in his seat.
*
“That was pretty incredible,” I laughed quietly as we came back to our room. I kicked my heels to the side and watched him loosen his tie as he spun around with a victorious smile. He had been incredible, cracking charming jokes and negotiating his way to a won deal within minutes.
“You’re welcome,” he shrugged with a smirk and I rolled my eyes. We were finally on the same wavelength and happy with the meeting, but he was still his same old self.
“I did all the hard work! You just swooped in with your stupid smile and pretty blue eyes,” I muttered and sat down on the edge of my bed. Daniel had squatted down by the mini bar but he froze for a moment and looked at me, smug as ever.
“Thank you,” he replied to the compliment I had accidentally let slip. I didn’t know what to say, and he let me sit in my discomfort for a few seconds.
“We’re celebrating,” he then declared and threw an ice cold beer at me.
“Actually I think your little dress did all the hard work.”
His hand danced along the hem of it as he sat down next to me. I was watching his hand again and the veins that adorned it, almost remembering why I had been so attracted to him at the Christmas party.
“Your shirt certainly wasn’t helping. God, it’s ugly,” I laughed and a jokingly offended expression came upon his face. I looked down at his mismatched outfit.
“You chose it!”
“I wasn’t really looking.”
There wasn’t much of a tone in my voice, but Daniel understood instantly. He was very sharp and bright.
“You were far too busy looking at my body, I see,” he nodded smugly and leant back, supporting himself on his arm. He took a swig of the beer and licked his top lip quickly. I questioned why my lower stomach was fizzling with what I could only read as arousal.
“I really don’t know why you’re fighting this. We work. We know we do.”
“I was very drunk!” I snapped but it didn’t harm Daniel’s sly smirk or massive ego one bit.
“So, drink up,” he purred and pointed at my beer.
*
I did indeed drink up and I was now close to finishing my third beer.
“I would never let them fire you, Y/L/N,” Daniel said, referring to my earlier outburst in the middle of the meeting.
“You’re a gem.”
“Let me guess, because I suck cock really well?”
My inhibitions were out the window. He was also looking better and better by the minute, with his half unbuttoned shirt and waves of hair spilling out beside and across his forehead.
“Well, a lot of the girls in the office do,” he shrugged and I rolled my eyes and looked away.
“But,” he added. “You’re definitely the best.”
“In the office?”
“Anywhere.”
I stared back at him.
“I’m the best you’ve ever had, am I?” I scoffed.
“I’d say so,” he said and appeared about as sincere as Daniel Cleaver could be. “Granted, you did only suck me off, so I can’t really say.”
“How sad we will never know then.”
“Won’t we?” he asked. His eyes appeared to darken a shade and I found it hard to look away, and equally hard to ignore the growing arousal inside me. I was reminded of the groans and breaths my drunken ears had picked up from the christmas party and stored safely in my mind. It was getting more and more difficult to remember why I was repulsed by him.
“I know you’re aching to sleep with me, Y/L/N, there’s no need to fight it.”
Daniel was caressing my cheek warningly now. I allowed his hand to fall to wrap softly around my neck and pull me in, and I continued to allow his behaviour as he kissed me and then laid me down, leading me by the neck.
“Tell me you want me.”
“You’re on thin ice,” I mumbled but my hands were in his messy hair as he kissed down my sternum, getting closer and closer to the low cut of my dress. He laughed into my skin and shot a glance up at me.
“You’ll beg soon enough. I’m not in a hurry.”
His words, accompanied by his two hands cupping my breasts firmly, sent a shudder through my body but I refused to moan. His right hand snaked up inside my dress and his middle finger swiped across my damp underwear, causing him to smirk and me to blush.
“Already so wet for me, huh,” he whispered into my chest and I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning as his skilled fingers rubbed slow circles around my clit.
“Now tell me you want me inside you,” he tried his luck again and darted his eyes back up to mine and I kept quiet still. Anger came across his eyes and his free hand attached to my neck much harsher now, caging me down against the bed and squeezing his fingertips hard against my pumping veins.
“Tell me you want me inside you,” Daniel growled, pressing his nose into my cheek.
“I want you inside me,” I finally gave in with a tortured moan. And I was telling the truth. I could feel his hard on against my thigh and I was dying to feel him thrust as deep as he could go into me.
“That’s a good girl,” he chuckled and smirked.
He removed his hand from my throbbing clit and I whimpered sadly at the lack of contact, but watching him unbuckle his belt and tear his trousers open was quite exhilarating. Within seconds he had my dress hiked up to just above my hips, his trousers mid-thigh and my underwear pulled to the side. Without much warning he pushed inside me and I gasped and settled in a loud moan.
“Pretty girl,” he muttered condescendingly and caressed my cheek, his long strands of hair falling across his hot face and his pink lips parted as he breathed heavily. Some of my rage returned as he looked down at, and on, me. I instantly shoved my hands into his chest and flipped us over to the outer edge of my bed, quickly sinking down on his cock and pinning his biceps to his side. He laughed at me with a crooked smirk and looked up at me, impressed.
“I hate you,” I informed him with a moan as I rocked my hips hard against his.
“I love you,” he teased with a big grin and combed his fingers through my hair and then continued down to my chest, tearing my dress down to expose my breasts to him. He sat up, easily tearing his arms away from my petty grip, and he caught my nipple between his teeth. I half groaned in frustration, half moaned in pleasure. Then he flipped us back over and pounded into me hard again, earning a yelp from me as I clambered onto his broad shoulders.
“You love my cock,” he growled into my ear, his hair tickling my face.
“I never said I didn’t,” I breathed and went to flip us over again, wanting to reclaim some of the power held over me, but instead he flipped me over and planted his hot palms into my back. He nearly laid his heaving chest against my shoulder blades as his mouth was back at my ears again, sighing harsh curses into it.
“You feel so fucking good.”
Daniel caught my earlobe between his biting teeth and chuckled darkly at my squeal. His hands had come to hold down my arms again, crossed at my back this time.
“You’re close, huh, my pretty girl?” he asked in that same slightly degrading tone and picked up the pace of his hard thrusts. “I can feel it.”
“Yes,” I whispered half reluctantly. I didn’t want to admit that sexist asshole Daniel Cleaver was making me feel this good and was about to give me possibly the best orgasm I’d ever had. But I didn’t have much choice but to accept it. Suddenly it ran through me and I held my breath and couldn’t stop my legs from shaking between his.
“That’s it, darling,” he panted and groaned into my hair. I could practically feel the toxins of his smug smirk drip down the side of my head.
As I came down from my high I suspected he was approaching his, his moans getting louder and more desperate. He kept up the deep and hard thrusts and I whimpered at the slowly growing ache of him pounding into me.
“Are you sore, my love?” Daniel cooed in a belittling tone and I squeezed my eyes shut with a little nod, squirming under him. He hummed in a low voice and petted my hair out of my face. Then he pulled out of me and a few deep moans fell from his lips onto my lower back along with his cum.
“Fuck, Y/L/N!”
He collapsed next to me, hot breath fanning my pink cheeks.
“You’re definitely my best,” he decided with his white grin staring at me again. I laughed shortly and went to pull down the zipper on the side of my sticky dress, beginning to wriggle out of it.
“You might have made it to my top five,” I teased. I sat up with an attitude but the facade quickly fell as I whimpered faintly and grimaced at how sore he had made me.
“Sure, top five,” he scoffed and chuckled at my spent body. He hooked his strong arm around my stomach and pulled me back closer to the headboard. He placed a few kisses around my right hip bone and mumbled into my skin.
that's right, I am finally done with alevels and want to get back into writing. What better way to do that then to write people's fanfic/ headcanon requests (mainly because I have no ideas of my own)!
I am willing to do either self-insert or in universe ships.
Preferably gender-neutral/ male ships. (I can never find them in the fandoms I need them!!)
note: when submitting requests feel free to make the prompt as detailed as you want! the more I have to work with, the closer to your request I can get!
Here is my list of fandoms and possibly ships that I know I would be comfortable writing (this may evolve over time):
RED DWARF
-Dave Lister
-Arnold Rimmer
-Ace Rimmer
STARDEW VALLEY
-Harvey
JEEVES AND WOOSTER
-Bertie Wooster
-Reginald Jeeves
THE THICK OF IT
-Ollie Reeder
KINGSMAN
-Harry Hart
BRIDGET JONE'S DIARY
-Daniel Cleaver
BBC Ghosts
-The Captain
-Thomas
-Julian
LIFE ON MARS
-Sam Tyler
BRITTAS EMPIRE
-Gordon Brittas
HOUSE MD
-Greg House
DROP THE DEAD DONKEY
-Damien Day
(If there are any characters or fandoms on their that you would be interested in seeing, feel free to ask anyway.)
anyway, just send them to my inbox, and I'll reply as soon as possible :)
Synopsis: Part 2 - After successfully ruining (y/n)'s marriage to Mark Darcy, Daniel tries to make things right.
⚠️ TW: Raw P in V Penetration, Fingering, Mention of Cheating, Mild Daddy Kink, Alcohol Consumption (All Parties of Age), General Smut.
Daniel reached out via my work e-mail three days after Christmas with an invitation to dinner for an attempt at amends, and against my better judgement, I accepted. So here we are, at Le Gavroche, amending.
"So, (y/n)... how's Mr. Darcy then? Tad depressed, I'd imagine."
"I wouldn't know. He's still not taking my calls."
"Oh. Right...right. Tragic, that. I so hoped you two might work things out..."
"Hm. For some reason, I don't believe you." I smirk.
"Wasn't asking you to believe me. Listen, I-"
A waiter sets down two glasses and a chilled bottle before us and we simper up at him for breaking the awkward tension.
"Thanks," we patronize in unison and he flashes us an 'I'm not paid enough to deal with pricks like you' smile before turning to attend to another table.
Daniel pours our glasses and I take a long, much needed swig of the chardonnay he's ordered us, inhaling the notes as I do. It's tart, sweet...strong.
Closing my eyes, I sigh heavily before looking back up at him. He plays a good kicked puppy in a navy jacket and white button down, I'll give him that. Tonight however, I am determined not to fall for it... which is going to be a challenge if he keeps looking at me like he desperately needs something only I can provide.
My eyes snap down into my glass, as though its rapidly dwindling contents are of more interest or import than the gorgeous man sat pouting across from me.
"(y/n). I'm sorry. But I did mean what I said. I adore you. Obsess over you, Genuinely. Anyone could tell he wasn't satisfying to you, in any sense, you were so tense, so... twitchy."
"I strongly advise you not to act like you've done me any grand favors lately, Daniel."
"It does take two, you realize..."
I narrow my eyes at him. He's right and ultimately I should've slammed the door in his face, I should've hung up the phone at the sound of his voice, I should've done a lot of things... but I didn't. I picked up, I let him in, I fucked him... I loved it.
My cheeks burn and I bring the glass to my lips again, taking a quick gulp to finish it off.
"Hate you," I mumble under my breath, barely audible.
"you too,"
"Hm?"
"Hm?"
"Something-something you're so incredibly sorry for ruining my life?"
"Something like that..." a playful smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
"Y'know...the worst thing about it is you're actually right? I wasn't happy with Mark. But that doesn't excuse your interference. Or my response to it. At all."
"Oh no, obviously not, couldn't."
"Never."
"Ever."
I have to laugh at how thick we're laying it on and he joins me. God, we're a mess.
"Daniel?...Are we...terrible people?"
He takes a sip of his wine, pondering.
"Terrible is a stretch, flawed certainly, indulgent, but I don't think we're terrible... definitely didn't feel terrible when we ..." he murmurs and his lower lip catches between his teeth as he looks up at me. "Did it?"
I can't help but flash him a smile, internally kicking myself as I sip my wine.
"It... didn't, it was still in very bad form, though and we should be ashamed, being adulterers..."
"Well, good. We've established that I'm a very bad boy, you're a very bad girl, together we've done some very bad things, and we are both just so terribly sorry for being so. very. bad.
But answer me something, (y/n)."
"Hm?"
"Why did you agree to come here tonight? It couldn't have been just to hear hollow apologies and make empty assertions about the badness of it all and watch me sulk into a plate of overpriced scallops..."
"Mm, no that's pretty much it, actually... if you wouldn't mind having a cry though, that would make it a little more worth my while," I simper.
"Come on, (y/n). You come here looking sexy as all hell in another of these... microdresses of yours, I do know a tailored Dior trench when I see one... Jo Malone perfume... heels... either you are an extremely high end call girl in your off hours, or you came here with the intention of seducing someone. I'm not opposed to either, but for posterity; which is it?"
"Neither, unfortunately for you. I just like to dress for an occasion-"
"So dinner with me is an occasion, then?"
"You are insufferable-"
"I am just asking,"
"Better question, why'd you invite me here? Is this really about 'making amends', or did you just want to take me out?"
"I don't see why it can't be about both."
I feel my smile grow wider at his words and he is charming.
But he did destroy my marriage, ruin my life, tarnish my reputation... give me the best orgasm I've ever had... and I let him do those things. In a way, the weight of our actions are a shared cross to bear, and with new year's eve tomorrow... I'd rather not feel its weight so heavily.
"Daniel...If I were to take a chance on you... let you in... I'd expect and require you not to make a fool of me."
"I don't think there's a man in the world who could successfully make a fool of you."
"You came pretty close."
"I don't remember coming at all, actually," he smirks. A beat. "Anyways, what I meant to say is: thank you, (y/n), for being here tonight. Your forgiveness would mean the entire world to me, if you do ever find it in your heart to offer it."
His brow furrows, eyes big and innocent as they study my face, he does seem genuinely sorry and maybe people do change.
"No promises."
We feast, drink, laugh, exchange Christmas stories, and after dinner Daniel orders us a cab to his flat for a nightcap.
As we step out of the car, I feel myself stumble a bit and he catches me, arm snaking around my waist to usher me into the lobby. We make a way to the elevator and as he selects a floor, I lean back against the wall, letting my eyes close for a moment.
My body is flushed and warm, head fuzzy, mind whirring, and all I could ever want right now, is for him to touch me... to kiss me. Instead, he speaks.
"(y/n), I just want you to know, there's no pressure for us to do anything here, yeah? Just...drinks. Just conversation. No tricks, no dancing, no Carly Simon, you have my word."
"I know better than to take you at your word, Mr. Cleaver."
"And I know," he steps closer, tilting my head up for eye contact "that when a pretty girl like you calls me 'Mr. Cleaver', it isn't because you respect me..." He smirks down at me, leaning in slowly.
As we kiss, Daniel's hands find their way under my coat, under my dress, and-
bing!
His floor.
I watch him fumble with his keys a little as he unlocks the door for me, hand wandering to the small of my back as he guides me inside.
He flicks on the lights, helping me shed my coat as we meander in, and this place is gorgeous. Open concept, spacious, white tiled floors, suede couches, exposed brick, it's glass walled... and overlooks the whole of the city. As I stand at the window, swooned by the skyline, Daniel extends a glass of champagne to me and I take it.
"What are we toasting?" I sip, looking up at him.
"You, and your generous decision not to hate me forever."
"Well-"
"Your generous decision to very kindly pause your hatred of me for the evening?"
I nod and we clink glasses, sip and stare out at London for a moment. Somewhere down in those bustling streets, Mark is holed up in his office, sullen, filing our divorce paperwork. But I've decided that tonight, just for one night, in this stupidly expensive downtown high rise, for the first time in 5 years, I do not need to be concerned with the goings on of Mark Darcy.
I'm snapped back to reality as Daniel's arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer as he finishes off his champagne. "So, contrary to what you've seen in movies, wistfully looking out the rain-pebbled window thinking about him will actually only make you feel worse, who knew?"
"I wasn't, I was just... admiring the view."
"Right. Come on Eleanor Rigby," he takes my glass and his own in hand, setting them down on the coffee table nearest the window. Daniel sweeps my legs out from under me and I let out a surprised squeal as he carries me, bridal style, into the bedroom, gently plopping me down onto the edge of his enormous bed.
I prop myself up on my elbows, confused. "Wh-"
"(y/n), I may be a posh twat with...ambiguous morals, doesn't mean I'll stand by idly and let you needlessly depress yourself over Mark-wanker-Darcy." He lifts a finger "Donnez-moi un instant, cherie."
Of course he speaks french and I watch him shed his belt, dress shirt and trousers, discarding all into a hamper in the corner of the room and tugging on a plain cotton t-shirt from his dresser. Daniel stands at the end of the bed before me. "Now then," he picks up one of my feet, working at the fastenings of my shoe, "let's get these dreadful contraptions off you..." he mumbles, popping the shoe off and tossing it aside before doing the same with the other.
"That's better. Stand for me, yeah?"
I slip off the end of the bed onto my feet before him and he steps closer, hands settling around my waist as he presses a kiss into my forehead. "Gorgeous,"
I feel one of his hands undoing the zipper of my dress and he helps me out of it, placing it on a hanger in the closet. "Why are you being so nice to me?"
Daniel's eyes meet mine and he lets out a heavy sigh. "I'm always nice to you. In fact, the last time we saw eachother, I believe I was extraordinarily kind to you..." his eyes flick down my frame for a moment and I watch him nip at his lower lip, brow furrowed as he opens up the dresser again, selecting a random rugby shirt and handing it to me. "There, pop that on and get in bed."
I do, and he's not far behind me, climbing under the covers and pulling me into his arms. Spooning. "I don't like seeing you in distress, (y/n)-"
"Pfft, yes you do-" I laugh.
"Well, sexually speaking, sure but... I just meant," he nuzzles into the hollow of my neck "I don't like seeing you unhappy," a peck "so, I'd like to do," his hand slips over my hip, fingetips ghosting cautiously over the front of my panties "everything in my power to please you, if you'll allow me?" He murmurs.
"I'd appreciate that, " I sigh.
"Would you?" He presses his body up against mine and he is hard. I gasp. "Daniel-"
"Mm?" he hums, "God I've misssed this, (y/n)...the way you feel..." He rubs slow, gentle circles into the front of my panties, I am wet and the friction is delicious as his other arm wraps around my torso, hand resting around my throat and squeezing just slightly.
I've missed him and I moan as he continues grinding against my ass, my core tensing as his grip on my neck tightens. "Those gorgeous little sounds you make..." He lets out a low groan and my mind goes foggy. Heat takes my body over as his fingertips finally find their way under the hem of my panties, gently exploring my folds, slowly gliding up and down the center of my vulva and another gasp escapes me as I rock against his fingers. He carefully dips them into me, curling upward, and I feel myself clench around them in response. The hand around my throat snakes under the hem of the shirt and comes to rest over one breast, lightly playing with a nipple and I need him. "D-Danielll?" I breathe
"Mhmm?"
"I need you t-to fuck mee, please...pleease..." I whine.
"And I will. But only because you ask so nicely..." he withdraws his fingers, giving them a quick taste before helping me shimmy freshly saturated panties down my legs, pushing his oversized shirt higher up my hips. "Turn over." I lay on my stomach and look back at him as he undresses, first goes the shirt... the boxer-briefs... he props my hips... de ja vu.
He's beautiful with swollen lips and disheveled hair, and I watch him align himself with me, eyes locking onto mine.
"Are you ready?"
I nod.
"Words, (y/n)."
"Yess, pleease-"
I gasp and he's inside me instantly. The dilation is intense as he sinks into me and I let out a small yelp.
"Come on, pretty girl... You can take it...Doing so well for me..." I watch Daniel bite his lip, letting out a low groan, and he allows me a moment to adjust to him before starting to move in and out of my center in long, steady strokes.
"Still tight as a fucking bow-string then, mm?" I hear him mutter under his breath.
"Not. For. Long."
I feel myself clench a couple times and seconds later he's ramming into me at a rapid pace, our bodies clapping against eachother as he holds my hips firmly in place. I feel fingers lace into my hair, he yanks my head back fiercely as he continues fucking me and I'm panting, close.
"Danielll?" I whine, tightening up.
"Yesss??"
"Daddyyy?"
"Mhmmm?"
"I-I'm gonna come!"
"Ohhh, oh fuck me-!"
Our orgasm is simultaneous, mind-blowing and Daniel buries his face in the crook of my neck as he finishes, hips slowing gradually.
"Hmm... that was fucking sensational...you. are. incredible. "
"Thank you-u" I stammer. He pulls out of me with a squelch and retrieves his t-shirt from the floor, first cleaning himself off, then placing it gingerly between my legs as I let my body go completely slack against the bed.
Daniel situates himself behind me so we're spooning again and pulls the covers up over us, arms wrapping tightly around me.
"Are you feeling any better, then?" He huffs, draping a leg over mine.
Part 3》
"Much..." I nod, trailing off. My mind is a haze and I feel my eyes start to close as Daniel presses a soft kiss into my temple.
Synopsis: Part 3 - The Morning after the night before...
⚠️TW: Hangover, Raw P in V Penetration, Shower Sex, Light FemDom, Implied Mommy Kink, Manipulative Weird Man With Vague Corporate Job, General Smut.
I'm awoken from my dead sleep by a pounding headache. I don't even want to open my eyes for fear of the sun.
An... arm... is wrapped around me as well as a leg and it all comes rushing back.
Dinner. Daniel. Chardonnay. Champagne. A cozy yet incredibly stimulating sexual experience.
I suck in a deep breath, blinking back to life and wrestling my arms free just long enough to peel Daniel's t-shirt from between my legs. I fling it across the room at the hamper -miss- and flop back under the covers, where I am immediately re-enveloped in his warm, sleep-heavy limbs. The bed smells like my perfume, his cologne, our sex.
It all feels like a Chanel ad, and I let him just hold me for what seems like an eternity until-
"Mm? Hm. Oh. Hello, (y/n)..." He grumbles, arms tightening around me as he buries his face into the crook of my neck.
"Morning. My head is full of lava and if I move too much, I will be sick, just giving a heads up."
"Warnings noted," he chuckles, pressing a light kiss into the top of my head and my hair hurts. "I won't disturb you much then. Stay here." He rolls out of bed, and my gaze trails his body as he pads out of the room, leaving me to my own devices.
Shutting my eyes tight, I pull the covers up over my head, taking in a deep breath.
Moments later I hear Daniel's footsteps re-enter the room, stopping at my side of the bed.
"Is it that bad or are you just being dramatic?"
"It is that bad. You said you wouldn't disturb me. So I'd like to die here in peace, please."
"What if I said I could cure you in minutes?"
"You'd be full of shit." I pull the covers off my head and squint in his direction.
Apparently his hair is just like that in the mornings, and he smiles down at me "So this is what you're like in the morning."
I let my eyes travel to his hands, in which there is a small tray containing a Lucozade Sport, a plate of toast with jam, and two paracetamol. Once I've investigated these offerings, he sets the tray on the nightstand, kneeling beside the bed "You'll only feel better if you get fluids and carbohydrates up. Come on."
"You ruin my marriage, then take me to dinner. You get me hungover, then suddenly you've got exactly what I need to make it better. Daniel, are you planning these things or do they just happen?" I roll my eyes at him, snatching the Lucozade off the table and taking a cautious sip. It immediately relieves some of the dryness, pain and pressure in my head and I take another, and a third.
He scoffs "Well, they did just happen, actually. I genuinely was checking for the speakers that day. And then-"
"And then what?"
"And then, You. With your rolling, hate-hot eyes and your Prada mini dress, perfectly helpful demeanor... the way you just... relaxed into me, it was like you'd been waiting to finally just let your shoulders drop..."
"It was a mistake-"
"Was it a mistake the second time?"
"No, but-"
"Was it a mistake when you told me he'd never made you come? That it was just me, only me, that had made you feel the way you did?"
"No, it's just-"
"Just what? Wrong? Immoral? Aren't we a bit past that, (y/n)? You've done everything right. Your whole life. Had everything curated to such a T. You even married Mister Darcy."
"Daniel-"
"My point is, you can afford a little hedonism. Have a little fun for once. Be the right girl, try the wrong guy..."
"I assume you're referring to yourself?"
"I just don't see why you're so resistant to giving me a chance when every time we've been alone together you've had an objectively fantastic time."
"Maybe because I've heard every story about the way you've treated any woman you've bedded since uni?"
"Ah... Heh, yeah... I could see how that might give someone the wrong... impression... but I'm more than my reputation, (y/n), honest-"
"Daniel. I'm not resistant to giving you a chance. I'm opposed to the means by which you went about asking for one. Seducing me in the house I bought with my husband on Christmas Eve a year out from our wedding at which you were Best Man? Not saying anything to him at any point about your wants, your jealousy? Not saying anything to me in all these years? You have to realize how you look."
"Well when you lay it all out so... plainly... I suppose I must seem like a bit of a twat..." he winces.
"A bit?" I chuckle.
"Alright listen. If you'll allow me, I can prove to you this isn't just sex for me. I'm not that stupid little boy you met at university anymore. In fact, I'm about to be up for a promotion to Publishing Manager at Pemberly. An idiotic, terrible man-child incapable of earning your trust isn't given that degree of responsibility. Let me prove myself to you, (y/n). It's all I want. All I ask."
"Fine. But only because you're on your knees begging and if you don't shut up I will vomit."
He lets out a sigh of relief "(y/n), you will not regret this, you have my word." He stands, "Now then, I'm going to head out for a run. Anything you need from the kitchen, the medicine cabinet, the alternative medicine cabinet, it's yours. I'll be back in about an hour."
I flash him a thumbs up and in return he gives me a quick kiss before heading to the dresser to throw on a pair of running shorts and a track jacket before shuffling out of sight, out of mind.
I take my medicine and drink my electrolytes so before long I'm able to get out of bed without much trouble. Shuffling down the hallway, I finally arrive at the bathroom and much like every other room in this place it's too large for one man to occupy, with granite flooring. Heated granite flooring.
Turning on the shower and hoisting myself onto the countertop, I discard Daniel's shirt as I wait for the water to heat. I draw in a deep breath as the room fogs over with steam, feeling my pores open up as I step into the glass-walled shower and let the water run over my back. This is exactly what I needed and I feel my muscles melt under the mellow spray as I close my eyes and let my head tip back into the stream.
Today I need to move my furniture out of Mark's and into storage, the jewelry to my safety deposit at Brightlings, clothing to my suite at the Corinthia, and-
I'm gently shoved out of my thoughts and out of the flow of water by Daniel, whose run was apparently shorter than I'd anticipated.
"Wh-"
"It's awful outside (y/n), you wouldn't fucking believe it," he huffs, splashing water into his face and letting it run through his hair.
"I did happen to be showering just then, if you wouldn't mind-"
"Oh! Oh. I'm sorry, I heard the water running and thought it might be alright if I just popped in for a quick rinse, I-" he looks me over a moment and I scramble to cover myself.
"Daniel!"
"I'll be out in a minute and it'll be like I was never here, promise."
I stand in the slightly cooler steam, my back to him as I go about lathering soap- why do men insist on buying bar soap? -over my body in soft little circles, and attempt to pretend I have any semblance of privacy here.
"(y/n), do something for me?"
"What."
"Tip your head back a second?"
I do but only so I can see what the hell he's up to now, and his hands come to rest in my hair, lathering and working shampoo in with his fingers.
Against my better judgement I allow this to continue, stepping back and closing my eyes at the way he massages my scalp.
"Hmm, that's very nice actually, thank you..." I smile.
"Course. Figured you could use some tension relief..."
I could and his hands are magic as they work through my hair.
"Hold on, stay just like this, there we are-"
Warm water rinses the suds from my head and one of his hands finds my hip as he continues rinsing the soap from my body with the handheld shower head, guiding it over my neck, breasts, my stomach... He nips down my neck while guiding my legs apart just slightly with one hand, maneuvering the spray to hit my vulva at just the right angle. A soft moan escapes me at the way it feels, warm water running up and down my center, and he angles the spray onto my clit, moving it back and forth.
"Daaaniel?"
"Mm?"
He pulls me close and I have to wonder if I'll ever get used to the proportions of his cock as I feel it twitch against my ass. If I said I didn't want this I'd be lying but-
"Are... are we going to have sex... here?" I breathe, uncertain.
"That is a brilliant idea, (y/n)," he murmurs, lightly suckling at one earlobe as he continues working me with the showerhead. "Ever done it before?"
"N-no... I've always been too afraid of slipping so- aah, I-"
"That's what they make these little benches and shower wands for, you know."
"Is it?"
"Mhm. Here, I'll show you."
He places the shower head back onto its fixture and I watch him take a seat on the stone bench, leaning back against one wall, legs spread apart. He gestures for me to come closer, and I look him over as I do. His hair is damp, water beading off his features in thin rivulets, body toned and freshly excersised, he looks incredible. I'm transfixed as he takes my hand, pulling me closer.
I'm stood between his legs and his eyes afix to mine as he gives himself a few slow strokes, tongue flicking over his lower lip as he does.
"You are so perfect, (y/n), so fucking gorgeous..." he looks my body over, studying every freckle and dip carefully.
"Right. So just... hook each of your legs over mine, don't worry about falling, yeah? I've got ya, there you go... see?" He guides me into his lap, hands supporting my ass as the water hits my back, soothing.
"That's not so scary..." he keeps his eyes trained on mine as he aligns himself with my entrance, pulling me down onto his lap "Okay, just... good, that's good..." I wince at the initial stretch, impaling myself onto him til he's completely seated within me. He's easier to take now, comfortable... almost.
"Are you ready?"
I nod and that's all the confirmation he needs as he guides my hips up and down steadily and I gasp at the new sensation. Something about the water, the heat, the way he's holding me.
"Ohhh fuck me, that is nice..." he moans, voicing my thoughts.
Before long, I've gotten the hang of this and I'm bouncing on it without much effort, my forearms pressed into Daniel's shoulders for leverage.
"(y/n)..." he sighs, fingers digging into my thighs.
"(y/n), slow down some, yeah?" He sucks in a gasp through his teeth and I feel myself clench at the sound.
"Okay," I slow my pace slightly as a now familiar tension starts to wind up within me.
"God, (y/n)...feel so fucking good, ah-" he whines, and- wait a second. He whines? I study his face. He's flushed, panting, his body is taut and I feel him pulse once, twice inside me. He's close. An idea strikes me.
"Aww, you need something?" I inquire, condescending.
"Mhmm-" he nods frantically, lip caught between his teeth, brow knit, and I watch him try and fail to swallow a moan. This is going to be fun and I slow my hips to an agonizing pace, watching his reactions intently. I lean in, my lips just brushing his ear.
"Words, Daniel. Tell me exactly what you need. Can you do that?" He just nods. But nods aren't words and I lace my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, jerking his head back and eliciting a low, needy groan from him.
It's de ja vu in reverse, I'm the one in control and he's so pathetic right now. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I ramp up my pace a bit more and watch him helplessly attempt to buck into me from his position. That won't do. Gently wrapping my hand around his throat, "Stay still."
"Please," he whimpers, hoarse, and I get why he likes being the one in charge. It's actually very entertaining seeing him like this. I smirk down at him. Oh, this is rich. I see an opportunity, and take it.
"Please, what. Daniel?"
His eyes widen momentarily and he blushes a deeper shade of red as I start to ride him at a more regular pace.
"Please Mummy, I fucking need it, I need to come, let me please, I-" he murmurs into my neck.
"Say it again."
"Mummy, please," he moans, desperate and I am loving this.
"Good boy,"
I finally give him what he wants and within seconds I'm watching him unravel beneath me in a series of desperate whimpers, groans and barely coherent mumbles.
"Jesus fucking christ, (y/n)..." he puffs, exasperated.
"Was that good?"
"Was that good? That, was fucking incredible."
We stay there for a while, catching breath. After a couple minutes Daniel carefully lifts me off his lap and I slump onto the bench beside him, spent. My thighs are on fucking fire. I watch him shakily rise and shampoo, rinse, condition, rinse, lather, rinse, finally stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel and making a way towards the bedroom, legs still trembling from the height of his orgasm.
I manage to suppress a giggle as I watch him stumble out of the room, wrapping the towel around his hips lazily as he does.
Rinsing my own body thoroughly with the handheld showerhead, I step out a few minutes after him, turning off the taps and patting my body down with the remaining towel on the rack.
When I walk back into the bedroom, Daniel is already dressed in jeans and a polo.
"Plans for the day?" I find my dress on its hanger in the closet and slip it on, deciding not to bother with last night's underwear.
"None, for the most part. It is New Year's Eve though, so tonight myself, Patrick and Lee will be partying like it's 1999."
"It is 1999."
"Not for long. What're you getting up to before year's end then, (y/n)?"
"Well I have to move a shitload of stuff from Mark's to storage and to the bank and to the Corinthia-"
"The Corinthia? You'll kill your savings staying there,"
"Yeah, but I can't very well stick around Mark's, can I?"
He lets his eyes close, lips pursing into a simper, and I watch him exhale deeply through his nose before looking back up at me.
"Stay here."
"What?"
"Stay with me. It's a loft, I've definitely got enough space for all your skimpy little frocks and your shoes and sweaters. You could even take the guest room. I wouldn't mind, really. Just while you're between places, of course."
Daniel Cleaver x fem!Reader (18+)
🖋️- 02/14/2025
🔏 - 02/15/2025
⏳ - 3038 words
⚠️CW - 18+ NSFW, brief p in v, general smut, cheating (dont do it), debauchery and devious acts, mentions of drug and alcohol use, cigarette smoking, Daniel Cleaver again (im sorry), small Mark Darcy appearance at the end (sorry again)
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Author’s Note - been planning this little stunt for a while (but of course I wait until the last minute to write it). I was going to say that this isn’t good but now that it’s done, I definitely believe it’s good and I hope you like it. If you cant tell by the song, it’s inspired by “But It’s Better If You Do” by Panic! At the Disco. Stay tuned for the next two parts coming this weekend, this trilogy will be wild. And no, I don’t want to hear about the logistics of them not recognising each other with just face masks on. I didn’t come up with the entire concept, I’m just filling in the fun details. This is also only partially edited. So if there are any egregious errors, return in about a day or two and they might be fixed. Timex Part ii WILL exist, I promise! But Valentine’s Day arrived so quickly and I told myself I’d do this idea for the holiday!!
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I looked over the ornate invitation a couple more times before exiting my car.
Rarely would I ever attend such an event but I had been in need of some excitement.
A certain line on the invite stuck in my mind as i secured bronze eye mask to my face:
‘Consider bringing a spouse or partner along. Or don’t.. if you would be so bold.’
“Are you busy on the 14th of February, dear?” I had asked my fiancé.
He paused and thought in silence, as he always did. “Busy with work that day, love. So sorry.” he said finally.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. What was new? All he ever did was work.
“That’s alright,” I had responded. I repeated it again to myself there in the car as I pulled the diamond engagement ring from my finger and placed it in the locked glove compartment.
I checked the invite once more for the address; this place looked .. abandoned. Certainly no place for a party. It was located in an older part of London, tucked into an alleyway. A proper secret hideaway, one that I wouldn’t have noticed if I weren’t looking for it.
I knocked on the heavy metal door, not sure what to expect. A moment later, footsteps sounded and a small opening in the door slid to the side.
“Password…?” Came a soft voice from within. I furrowed my brows at the invite and spoke loud and clear to the person on beyond the door.
“Vices and virtues.”
The opening shut and a lock clicked open. The heavy door opened slowly with a loud, ominous creak. I swallowed hard, wondering if this was honestly a good idea. But I was nothing if not a curious bitch with a desperate need for more excitement.
I turned around the door to thank whoever let me in and found myself shocked when there was no one there. A chill ran down my spine as I searched the dark corner with my eyes before continuing on.
Dance music played in the distance growing louder as i approached the main room. The smell of cigarettes and something illicit hit me before I entered. The room was full of different people, all hiding their identities with some form of mask on their faces. Various attendees crossed the room in all directions around of me, each of them lost in their own conversations.
I grew disoriented as I navigated the crowd, nearly bumping into a group doing lines of coke off of a glass top table. My chest tightened as I excused myself from them and I sighed in relief when I finally stumbled to a bar.
‘My god, I’m truly past my days of partying, aren’t I?’ I thought to myself.
“This crowd too much for you?” A voice said behind me, making me jump. The bartender stood there, a young man with slicked back dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He even wore a mask of his own, a white one adorned with gold filigree on the edges and decorated with black music notes.
He chuckled lowly at my jumpy reaction and sipped his own drink, a peach and lime daiquiri. “Didn’t mean to startle you, miss. Is this your first time here?”
I nodded slowly and settled myself onto the barstool. “It is. I haven’t been to a party like this in ages.”
He began to mix up a drink, something that looked light and refreshing. “Well, try not to overthink anything. Or overdo it. Most people are just here to have a good time. In more ways than one.”
He glanced to a couple further down the bar who were … very interested in each other. I looked for a moment and widened my eyes at the sight.
“Well.. I’d be lying if I said I had come here for anything different.” I admitted to the bartender.
“I can guarantee, miss, there’s plenty of people here who would be more than willing to get lost in you.” He responded.
“Do you know anything about who’s throwing this party? And who invited all these people?” I asked him, taking out my invitation.
The bartender sucked air through his teeth and shook his head apologetically while he continued the drink in a silver shaker. “No, miss. Afraid I don’t. I get an invitation, same as you lot. I come in, make the drinks, I’m paid on the way out, and that’s that. And I get paid enough to not ask questions.”
I sighed and nodded in understanding while i watched him strain the drink into a glass and begin on an orange garnish. “But I’ve worked these parties enough times to know how they go,” He slid me the drink as he finished and I took a sip, feeling myself physically relax.
He paused for a moment and took a hard look at me. His brow furrowed momentarily as he looked from me to the crowded room.
“You know, I saw a gentleman earlier with a mask quite similar to yours,” He said gingerly as he scanned the people around the room. I turned in my seat to look as well, surprised.
“You did..? That’s… is that common at these types of parties?” I ask, turning back to the bartender who was wearing a satisfied smile.
“I wouldn’t say common but, it happens,” He nodded behind me and I looked again, this time catching him. A tall gentleman in a black suit, wearing a bronze mask that indeed looked oddly similar to my own.
“When it does happen,” the bartender said, having leaned closer to me. “I like to think of it as a sign.”
My brows raised at him and he shrugged wordlessly, returning to his own dignified beverage. He said nothing else to me as I finished my drink and pondered my decision.
‘What the hell…’ I thought. ‘That’s what you’re here for.’
I left the glass on the bar and slid from the stool to walk to the man. He seemed to notice me right away, a subtle smile forming on his lips. I returned the look and stopped a bit further from him as some party goers walked in front of me. From what I could tell, he was surely handsome. And a breath of fresh air compared to what waited for me at home.
Whatever that bartender had put in my drink seemed to have an effect on me, or maybe it was the atmosphere of the party finally pulling me in. Whichever it was, it had made me far more confident. Or at least extremely bold.
I strode across the room to the man, feeling my heels click on the concrete floor below.
When i reached him, he smirked wordlessly at me and only paused a moment before leaning down to press his lips to mine. I didn’t object, instead sliding my hands up to his broad shoulders and sighing. The man held me to him and for a moment, everything around us faded away. The music became muffled along with the voices of the crowd around us and nothing else seemed to matter.
Not the party. Not the people. Not the drugs. And certainly not my fiancé back in his office at work, no doubt. Just me and this illustrious stranger.
Before I knew it, we were moving from the main room down a hallway off to the side. Several doors were at varying degrees of openness, revealing the rather unholy acts being committed in the rooms around us. When we reached an empty one, I wasted no time at pulling my new lover back to me. My tongue slid across his lip and made its way into his mouth as his hands caressed along my back gently. I felt the zipper of my dress slowly falling and my dress gradually slipping from my body, eventually ending up a pool of black velvet on the floor.
The man’s suit jacket and shirt went as well, tossed carelessly to a corner as I pushed him to the red velvet bed adorned with various pillows and blankets. I kneeled down by the edge of the bed to pull down his trousers and pants beneath them, revealing a large and erect cock. The man let out a groan and let his head fall back as i stood and straddled his waist over the bed.
‘His .. voice, it’s.. no, it’s nothing.’
I smiled as I leaned over him and kissed him once more, our masks gently tapping against each other.
I gasped and released a long moan as i sank down on his length, pausing immediately to adjust to his size. My breathing was heavy as i planted my hands on his chest to keep myself up. Soft, slight moans slipped from my lips as I lowered myself onto him, finally settled when he was fully inside.
I slowly shifted my hips, unable to shake the feeling that this was all … familiar. His voice, his groaning and moaning. His hair, his eyes. His cock…
It was all faintly familiar somehow. I opened my eyes to look at him once again and noticed his mask.. slipping.
I did what i knew I shouldn’t have done. But curiosity got the better of me in the moment. My hand trailed up from his chest, to his neck, and eventually to his face where I lifted his bronze mask…
“DANIEL??” I shrieked, entirely too loud. He jumped, suddenly startled, and so did I - directly off his cock.
I stared in horror at him, finally taking it all in. I tore my own mask from my face and let it fall on top of my discarded dress.
“(Y/N)??” He responded, suddenly also aware of the situation.
We both stuttered and stammered at one another, each trying to simultaneously explain ourselves and scold the other person.
“What on EARTH are you doing here??”
“What am I doing? What are YOU doing?? I thought you despised parties!?”
“I swear to god, Cleaver, you orchestrated this whole thing, didn’t you? Like a pathetic Jay Gatsby??”
“Me?? Oh please, (Y/N), like I’d invite you and that fiancé of yours if I did!”
My hands shook with frustration as I began to gather my dress. “I will NOT do this Daniel, not again! I left you for a reason-“
I turned from him, tired of his voice, and began to dress myself. Daniel then paused and scoffed at me. “Oh, well… that’s too bad, (Y/N)! I could honestly tell you were enjoying it. Seems like you needed a good fuc-“
I sighed hard and turned around to kiss him again, furiously this time. Unfortunately, he was right. I *did* need a good fuck.
When the deed was done, the room was eerily silent compared to how it had been a few moments ago. Daniel and I sat quietly and civilly beside each other on the bed, each smoking a cigarette. The room was beginning to become foggy, the ceiling clouded with the noxious blue smoke from the nicotine sticks. I felt more relaxed than I had in a year. Unfortunate to say, I really needed that. Needed this. Needed him.
“So, how’s life treating you..?” Daniel asked nonchalantly. I immediately scoffed at him and rolled my eyes, taking a drag on my cigarette.
“Oh please.. spare me. If I wanted small talk, i would’ve stayed home.”
“Oh?” Daniel mused. “Trouble in paradise..?” I glared at him and his shit-eating grin. “Is Arsey Darcy not all you thought he’d be….?”
I rolled over and stared at the other wall ignoring him, as Daniel chuckled behind me.
“Ah, no more engagement ring? Call off the wedding did you? A shame, really.”
I furrowed my brows and panicked for a moment at the feeling of my ring being missing before I remembered I had left it in the car. I sighed and sat up, taking a long inhale of my cigarette. “Nope… No, still very engaged. And so ready to be married.” My sarcastic tone was so obvious, it almost sounded scripted. “The wedding is in a week.”
Daniel reacted, recoiling. “Oh dear, a week? And you’re here?? Alone, and with no engagement ring on?? My god, he must’ve really screwed it up… Not that I’m shocked by that, though.”
Daniel’s surprise changed to satisfaction as he leaned back casually and breathed in his cigarette. “I supposed he wasn’t actually worth it after all.”
The venom in his tone was undeniable and it stoked the flames of anger that had already grown inside me. I huffed and tossed a velvet pillow at his head, groaning as he laughed. “Oh, it’s so funny, isn’t it? What about that woman you slept with behind my back, then? Brenda, or Brandy, or whatever her name was?”
Daniel’s expression changed and he looked away from me. I nodded and it was my turn to laugh. “Oh, I see. Divorcing her soon?”
Daniel put out his cigarette and took a moment. “No. We never married.”
He was uncharacteristically quiet when he said that. He seemed genuinely defeated, truly upset about the situation perhaps. It made me quiet in response, my grin fading. I flicked my cigarette ashes into the tray and took another deep drag.
“I uhh… I left here there. In the church,” Daniel admitted quietly. Something about his tone pulled at my heart in an annoying way.
Why did I feel bad for him?
“I just couldn’t bring myself to do it… with her,”Daniel looked to me then, his blue eyes meeting my (y/ec) ones, and for a moment … I remembered the time when I loved him.
I paused and thought of the night we ended things. The night we caught each other. The look on the girl’s face as she realised who I was. How Daniel looked when he saw me with his best friend. I remembered how it felt when Mark Darcy confessed his feelings for me, and told me that I deserved more than what Daniel was willing to give me. I thought of him at work, late at night so he could afford to buy me nice things and plan the wedding we were to have in a week.
All of it flooded back to me then as I sat nearly naked beside the man who had cheated on me, and whom I had cheated on. And it dawned on me.
“We’re… bad people, aren’t we?”
“The worst.”
We both sighed in unison, sitting with our silence for a few moments. My eyes drifted to Daniel, slowly meeting his again.
And we laughed.
I stood without another word and retrieved my dress, and Daniel did the same with his own clothes. I felt his warm hands on my skin as he helped me zip my dress in the back, careful and gentle like he used to be when we were together. Like when he would help me get dressed to attend his company parties.
A commotion beyond our room broke our quiet moment, startling us both. We took our masks and went to open the door, just as it opened on its own - revealing the bartender.
He grinned at us, a mischievous and entertained expression as he stuck his head into our room. “I do hate to intrude but, the police have arrived.”
Me and Daniel both reacted in unison, gasping. “Police?? What on Earth for?” Daniel asked in shock.
“Well, the drugs, of course. But follow me, I’ll get us out. I know a way.” The bartender responded effortlessly. He disappeared from the room and began to walk in the opposite direction of the main room which had fallen to chaos since we were last in there. Daniel and I rushed to keep up, following close behind as the odd bartender weaved in and out of dark unused hallways walled with bricks.
Eventually, we reached a set of metal doors which the bartender pushed open and walked us onto the street. The cold February winter hit me hard, sending a chill across my body. I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, hearing the police sirens around the corner. Daniel laughed with me, the both of us doubling over in our amusement.
“Oh my god, of course this would happen,” I said when I recovered. I turned to thank the bartender who helped us, but found myself confused when he was nowhere in sight. Daniel was equally as confused, looking up and down the alleyway and street for him, to no avail.
“Strange chap, truly..” Daniel said finally. I nodded in agreement and looked at my mask in my hand. Daniel looked to his own and back to me with a grin.
“We mustn’t tell anyone about what happened here,” I said firmly.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Daniel responded. We nodded to each other and tossed our masks against the brick wall behind a few discarded crates. They landed together with a subtle click, falling into the snow quietly. I waved as i walked in the direction of my car, while Daniel went the opposite way down the alley waving as well.
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“Other news: police raided a secret party near Old London last night, making several arrests and collecting evidence of various different illicit substances,” The newscaster said sternly on the telly the next morning. I rubbed my eyes sleepily as i poured myself some tea and went to the table beside Mark Darcy who was reading the paper.
I eyed my magazine casually, flipping through the glossy pages as Mark glanced up at the screen for a moment. “My god, how ridiculous. Such frivolous nonsense lead to so many arrests. I would never engage in such debauchery in my life.”
I scoffed out a laugh and looked up to the screen myself. There showed a photo of two bronze masks lying in the snow outside of the building. They were set almost perfectly next to each other, making for a wonderful and ironically pleasing image as the newscaster droned on about the raid.
“Oh I agree completely, dear. I wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like that.”
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Of course, let me know what you think! Sorry to edge you with a short smut scene but part iii will make up for it hopefully. Part ii will hopefully be out by tonight for everyone’s viewing pleasure! And if you’d like to be tagged in the next two parts, just let me know!🫀Happy Valentine’s Day!
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