You walked through the front door, the familiar scent of home wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. The day had been long, and the thought of being with Danny—the man with the long, brown curly hair and warm brown eyes—was all that had kept you going. He was sitting on the couch, casually relaxed, a warm smile spreading across his face as he looked up at you.
“Hey there, you,” he greeted, his voice honeyed and inviting. You felt your heart lift at the sight of him. He always had that effect on you, making the weight of the day melt away with just a smile.
“Hi, Danny,” you replied, your voice softer than usual. You could feel the tension in your body slowly dissipating, but something else stirred within you—a growing need that you hadn’t fully acknowledged until now.
“How was your day?” he asked, leaning back slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with that familiar intensity. You could see the way his interest piqued, those brown eyes sparking with curiosity and warmth.
“It was okay,” you said, trying to shake off the remnants of the day. But as he continued to speak about his own day, detailing the little things that made him smile, you felt that need deepen. Each word he uttered seemed to resonate inside of you, stirring something more primal.
You moved closer, the space between you feeling both comforting and charged. It was like a magnet pulling you in. You were drawn to him, to that easy confidence he exuded, the warmth radiating from his body. Without fully thinking it through, you decided to sit on his lap, straddling him as you felt the weight of his presence envelop you.
He looked surprised for just a moment, his eyebrows lifting in delight. “Well, look at you, all cozy,” he said, his voice playful and rich with affection. You shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of his thigh beneath you, the heat between your bodies igniting a spark of need that surged through you.
“Danny…” you breathed, looking into his eyes. You could see the spark of desire flickering there, and it fueled the fire within you. You began to rock your hips against him, seeking that elusive release, your body craving more.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he praised, his hands coming to rest on your waist, fingers tightening slightly as he encouraged your movements. “You know exactly what you want, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you whispered. You felt both vulnerable and empowered, each movement drawing you closer to the edge you craved. His praise washed over you, coaxing you further into bliss.
“Just like that,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “You ride that thigh, baby. You feel incredible.” His words wrapped around you, spurring on your rhythm as you found your groove, lost in the dance of pleasure. With every thrust, you could see the way his eyes darkened with desire, the way he leaned toward you as if he could take in every bit of you.
“You make me feel so good,” you confessed, breathless.
He responded with an appreciative chuckle, “And you make me feel even better. There’s nothing like seeing you like this, all worked up, just for me.” His hold on you tightened, and something about his unwavering gaze made you feel utterly seen. It was as if he could feel the urgency radiating from you, matching it with his own need.
“Just keep going,” Danny encouraged, his voice a sultry whisper. “You’re doing amazing. I love watching you let go like this.”
With every word of affirmation, every ounce of encouragement, you felt yourself teeter closer to the edge. Danny had a way of making you feel not just desired but cherished—each moment shared felt like a sacred space between the two of you.
As you moved faster, riding his thigh, you felt the tension coiling within you, ready to snap. “Danny, I’m so close,” you gasped, and his response was immediate.
“Just a little more, baby,” he urged, his voice full of warmth and reverence.
With one final push, everything inside you released, a wave of pleasure rolling through you that left you breathless. You could feel Danny’s steady chuckle vibrating through his chest, the way he leaned in closer, holding you tightly as you came down from the high.
“You did so well,” he praised, his voice tender as you collapsed against him, the warmth of his body enveloping you. “There’s a good girl.” You melted against him, the weight of the day replaced by the gentle warmth of contentment and love in that intimate moment.
You’ve been waiting for this night for weeks, marking off the days on your calendar with a pink highlighter since the end of December. You got the call and immediately said yes, not even taking into consideration the day. It wasn’t hard to get the rest of your band mates to agree to it, only one of them even in a relationship. February 14th was really just another day, and tonight your band was set to play.
It took some careful convincing but everyone knew that opening for The Foxies would be, to date, your biggest opportunity yet. You put the finishing touches on your outfit, waiting for the rest of the band to pick you up in the van. You zipped your black chelsea boots, and straightened your black lace corset top against your jeans as you fluffed your fingers through your freshly blown out hair. You gave yourself a look in the mirror one last time, the shine of your lip gloss catching in the bathroom light.
The time on the clock is quickly ticking by, and you’re starting to get nervous that it's well past your pick up time. Thankful that they already have your guitar in the van, you know that as soon as they pull up you will be jumping inside as the van continues to roll.
About fifteen minutes and a few anxious walks around your living room later, you hear the horn honking outside. You grab your coat and your keys and dash out the door, sending a quick text to your friend letting her know you’re running late.
“Late to our biggest gig yet?! This looks bad, guys.” you screech, slamming the door shut behind you.
“Chill, we'll make it. Van wouldn’t start, but she's runnin’ now.” Carter barks from the front seat, patting his hand on the dashboard. You roll your eyes and buckle your seat belt, listening to them chatter as you anxiously await your arrival.
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Rushing down the basement steps with your gear, you wade through the decently sized crowd making your way to the side of the stage. You can tell the opening band is almost finished and you rip your guitar case open to check the tuning.
From the corner of your eye you see your best friend sauntering up to you, camera in hand just like she promised. You try to give her the quick rundown of the set so she can plan her shots but you can tell her head is elsewhere as she peers over her shoulder scanning the crowd. You wonder if it has anything to do with the boy she was talking to as you walked in.
“Foxtrot, you’re up!” you hear the coordinator shout, and you know it’s time to take the stage. You throw your arms around your friend's neck, kissing her cheek and taking your leave for the stage. “Wish us luck! Make sure you get my good side!”
With your guitar slung around your shoulder, you wait for Carter to cue you in on the drums, ready to play to this rowdy crowd in front of you. Your eyes scan the audience as Steff starts to sing, spotting a few familiar t-shirts with your band logo on them. A smile crosses your face as you enter in on the next song, seeing your friend down below you as she works her away across the stage snapping photos you hope to use for the band's socials. Your fingers are dancing along the frets, keeping perfect time with the drums and bass as you look out into the crowd again.
When your eyes sweep the room you notice a guy leaning against the brick wall, drinking from a beer can as he nods his head along in time with the music. His eyes are on you, dark and piercing. His dark curly hair frames his face beneath his hat, turned backwards of course in the darkness of the room. You see a smirk pull across his lips as you make eye contact, and you feel yourself blushing so you look away.
You wish that you hadn’t abandoned his gaze when you look away and spot your ex on the other side of the room, about four rows back, with his eyes on you. You knew there was a chance he would be here. You’d been dodging his calls for weeks, and rightfully so. He betrayed your trust and that was that. You didn’t have time for the back and forth, and to be honest, he wasn’t what he portrayed himself to be anyways. You cut your losses and you have been significantly happier since. As he stands here in front of you, you feel a sense of dread wash over you, knowing this is an issue you’ll have to deal with after the set, on Valentine’s day no less.
Your attention is snapped away from him, watching as your friend and her camera go flying over a rogue cord on the ground. With her eye to the lens she missed it, tumbling into the hands of a familiar stranger. You laugh under your breath, working your way into the next song, and letting your eyes flick back to your curly haired admirer.
You’re pretty sure you know who he is, his appearance definitely fits the description, though you didn’t realize how cute he would be in person. He was known to pop up at these shows, always looking for the next great thing, adding names to his ever expanding catalog of local bands. You hadn’t come across him at any of your gigs yet, but it looked like tonight was your lucky night.
—
After the show you find yourself accepting compliment after compliment, hugs and encouraging words coming from almost every familiar face in the crowd. Between conversations, you try to make your way to the kitchen for at least some water, but for a solid 10 minutes, you’re stuck hosting a receiving line.
As anticipated, your ex makes his way towards you. He’s got a look on his face that tells you he’s had a few drinks and that doesn’t bode well for you.
“Look at you,” he coos, physically pulling you in for a hug with a hand around your upper back. You grimace, politely accepting the inappropriate greeting. “Gotta admit, it’s pretty cool to see my girl up there knowing she’s–”
“Not your girl.” you say, immediately cutting him off. “Thanks for coming.” You try to get away but he grabs your forearm and makes it difficult.
“Hey hey hey, what’s the ruuush?” he slurs, stepping into your line of sight again. “You can’t still be mad.”
“I’m not mad, I just don’t want anything to do with you.” You try to pull yourself out of his predatory grasp but he’s effectively cornering you.
“I miss you, baby. Look at me and tell me you don’t think about me. Something deep down in there still wants me.” he says, poking you gently in the chest.
“Fuck off, Brent.” You snap, shooting him a look that could kill. Right as the tension bubbles over, you feel a warm hand on the back of your neck.
“Hey, got you that drink you wanted.” Turning to look over your shoulder, you’re met with the same pair of striking, dark eyes that were watching you from the back during your performance.
Brent immediately looks disgruntled, sizing up the tall stranger who is placing his arm around you.
“Do I know you?” Brent asks.
“Oh, hey, names Danny. Nice to meet you.” He lifts his arm back over your head, then offers his hand to Brent for a sarcastic handshake. You watch the two interact with wide eyes and realize that this Danny character noticed you were in distress and decided to step in.
“Didn’t think I needed to introduce myself, sorry about that. Most people here have at least some idea who I am.” You turn to look up at him, a little dumbfounded at the way he’s radiating smug confidence strong enough to disarm your asshole ex.
Brent gives a few slow nods as his eyes move between the two of you. He seems to put the pieces together, deciding to take his leave.
“I’ll see you around,” Brent says to you with a terse smile, pushing his way through the crowd and out of sight. Once he’s gone, you turn to fully face your savior, giving him a relieved smile.
You had heard about Danny Wagner. Drummer, Nashville local, party boy, general good time. He’s a little too famous to be at a show like this, so you can’t help but ask him why.
“Thanks for stepping in. I could have handled it, but… you really expedited it. So thanks.” You say, a little guarded, but appreciative nonetheless.
“He seemed like a real prick, and I had been waiting to come over and introduce myself anyway.” Danny says, his smile sweet and disarming, but you’re not going to let yourself fall into the trap you know many women have fallen into before.
“I thought you didn’t need to?” you quip boldly, opening the beer he handed you.
“Well, do I?” he responds quickly, laughing softly.
“It’s only polite…” you muse.
“Daniel Wagner. I really liked your set.” he says, tipping the bottle of beer back and licking his lips clean after he takes a sip.
“That’s very kind.” you say, polite, but a little cold. Your eyes scan the room quickly, a little concerned about what others may think looking at this conversation from the outside. Danny’s reputation is less than great, and you wouldn’t want anyone attributing the slight amount of success you would say tonight was to him.
“Can I ask what you’re doing at a basement show, though?” you prod, giving him a bit of a suspicious look. He takes it in stride, his confidence never faltering.
“I was supposed to be on my way to New York, but due to some…unforeseen circumstances, I found myself at home on Valentine’s day. Seeing as most restaurants are booked, bars are full of schmucks on dates, and all that… I figured I would drop in. Stay up to date on the local music scene. You know.”
You raise your brows at him. You actually don’t know, so you crack a smile.
“I see. How kind of you to grace us with your presence.” you snark, trying to suppress a grin.
Danny lets out a big laugh at that, almost choking on his beer. You laugh along, glad he’s not too offended. There’s no way he hadn’t heard the murmurings about him, so it’s nice to see he’s a good sport.
“I’m gonna–” You start to tell him you have to go load up your equipment when you’re interrupted by a random voice.
“Hey! Can we get a picture?”
That’s your cue. You sneak away towards the stage, starting to pack up alongside your bandmates. Every few minutes, you glance back towards Danny, caught up with some excited fans. It’s not that you’re avoiding him, because if you’re being honest, there’s something about him that’s drawing you in. It’s the gnawing worry at the back of your mind that’s telling you to tread lightly.
Crouching down, you peel up the tape from the makeshift stage. As you stand and follow the trail, pulling it from the floor, you’re brought to a pair of bright white Adidas stepping on it, keeping you from going any further. Straightening up to stand at your full height, you realize it’s Danny.
“Need a hand?”
“Oh, no, you’re fine. It’s a little complicated, so…” You try to brush him off.
“I’m sure I can figure it out.” he says, a little snarky. “The faster you’re done the faster you can have fun, right?” He’s proving to be a persistent guy who definitely likes a challenge. Something about that brings some color to your cheeks, but you try to keep a level head.
“If you really insist…” you tell him with a smirk, stepping aside so he can unplug the cord you just freed from the stage.
The room is still fairly loud so as Danny helps you get packed up there aren’t too many words exchanged. You feel his eyes on you though. It’s difficult not to steal a few glances his way too, watching as he bends at the knee, his broad shoulders flexing while he maneuvers around equipment.
Carter pushes away with the last road case and then there’s little to nothing left to do.
“Thanks for your help. You seriously didn’t have to do that.”
“It’s all good. I honestly miss doing some of the more hands-on stuff. It felt like riding a bike.” He gives you a genuine smile, his comment making you reconsider your preconceived notions of him. He seems to be a sweet guy despite his sizable ego and cocky presence. You brush your hands off on your thighs and offer Danny a grateful smile. As you do so, you feel the key to the van in your front pocket.
“Oh, shit. They’re probably out there waiting for me.” You jump into motion, heading for the door you came in through. Danny follows your quick footsteps with relaxed, large ones of his own, shifting to squeeze through the crowd with you. You’re surprised to find him behind you when you get out into the cold, but decide not to question it this time. You just smile and jog down the stairs.
He proves to be incredibly helpful, lifting and stowing the heaviest items without more than the occasional grunt. Your eyes are constantly darting between your task at hand and his arms- the fabric of the athletic quarter zip he’s wearing is stretching around his biceps and it’s enough to make your heart pound.
“You really didn’t have to do all that.” you murmur with a warm smile as Danny shuts the door. He lets out a big breath, his shoulders relaxing a little.
“It’s really nothing. I’m happy to help.” He goes on speaking but you’re distracted as you look over his shoulder, seeing your best friend and photographer over at her car, talking to a guy who’s within awfully close proximity. You can’t see his face, but he’s in a red beanie and a sweater. You have a feeling your plans to hang out after the show tonight are about to go to the wayside as you watch them talk and bump elbows.
“It’s freezing out here. I’m gonna… head inside?” you say, a questioning lilt to your voice. You don’t directly ask him to come with you, but you assume he’s going to.
“Yeah, let’s get you another drink. I lost track of it when you put it down on one of the amps.” he says, leading you back inside with a hand on the small of your back.
You immediately feel nervous as you walk back through the door and a few pairs of eyes find you with Danny trailing almost too close behind. You worry they’ll think the worst, which you can’t imagine would be good for your possibly blossoming career, but he’s been charming and helpful thus far and it wouldn’t be fair to write him off.
“I’m gonna find the bathroom. Don’t go anywhere, alright?” he says, leaning in close to say the words in your ear, making sure they’re heard despite the next band starting to warm up. You nod and he walks off while you search the kitchen for something to drink.
You crack open a can of beer and sip the foam that starts to bubble up. As you’re doing so, a petite dark haired girl approaches you. She seems young, her skin a striking olive shade. You swallow the foam in your mouth and lift your head.
“Hey...” she says, looking over her shoulder, then back at you.
“Hi!” you return, wiping your mouth. You go to speak again, intending to ask if she liked the show, but she cuts you off. She steps a little closer, since it’s incredibly loud.
“I just wanted to give you a heads up. About Danny?”
You retract a little, surprised that she thinks you need a warning. Had the two of you come across as having that much chemistry? You nod and lean forward again for her to continue.
“I’d just be careful with him if I were you. He really doesn’t have the best reputation, or a shred of respect for women. Don’t let him fool you.”
You scoff a laugh, a little annoyed and insulted that this girl thinks you don’t have good judgment or can’t fend for yourself.
“Oh, great! Thanks for the tip!” you quip, watching her eyes cut just a touch, as you feel a hand brush across your lower back.
“Tori…” his voice is smooth, as he takes his place next to you. “Can’t say I didn’t expect to see you here.” he pauses, dropping his hand from your back to step a little closer. “You’re always just kind of… here, aren’t you?” He sips from his fresh drink as he waits for her response.
“Actually, Daniel, I was just leaving.” she replies, tossing her hair over her shoulder pretending to be unaffected.
“Ouch, the government name…” he feigns hurt, pressing a hand to his chest.
“Well, thanks for coming out!” you say, an air of faux enthusiasm in your voice. She rolls her eyes subtly as she walks away, and you smile turning to face Danny who is wearing his own cheeky grin.
“So, what were you two talking about?” he asks, peering over the edge of his beer can.
“Oh, she was just… complimenting the set, nothing really.” you lie, biting your lips together.
“Who, Tori? She probably hasn’t even stepped foot into the basement! She’s here for one thing and one thing only and it’s not the music, I can assure you.” he says with a huff of annoyance.
“Oh, can you? Assure me?” you smirk playfully.
“No! Well, I mean, god. Okay yes, I can. But also, that’s not why I’m here, and it wasn’t that night either. Okay?” he stammers over his words, you’ve caught him in the act and you can tell this doesn't happen often.
“I’m just messing with you.” you say, watching a blonde girl pat him on his back as she walks behind him. “Hi Danny…” her syrupy sweet voice says.
He turns to her to say hello before quickly turning back to you. “Sorry bout that.” he says, refocusing on your conversation, stepping a bit closer.
Just as you go to speak, you hear someone call his name from across the room, grabbing his attention yet again. He lifts a hand and waves two fingers back at the girl, before lowering it back down and into his pocket.
You raise your eyebrows in question, and he lets his face grow a little softer.
“I can let you get back to the party, I don’t want to keep you–”
“No, listen, you wanna…You wanna go somewhere else? Not here? A bar or something?” he asks, sincerity lining his voice.
“I thought they were full of schmucks…” you quip.
“They are…Never said I wasn’t one…” he smiles back with the raise of his brow.
“What’s wrong? You worried the ghosts of girlfriends’ past are gonna ruin your chances, here?” you quip, offering him a tiny wink.
“So you’re saying I do have a chance…” his eyes are shining in the dim house lights, a few stray curls falling from beneath his baby blue trucker hat. He bites his lip nervously waiting for your response and you can feel the butterflies swirling in your stomach from just his gaze alone.
“Mmm, I haven’t decided yet.” you answer, taking a pull from your beer.
“So let me take you for a drink, then. You can decide after if I’m really as bad as they say.”
“Aren’t you even a little bit concerned about people talking? People have seen us together all night, and I’m sure half of Tori’s social circle knows at this point, and have found me on Instagram already.” you smirk.
“No, fuck all those rumors. They are completely out of hand. People get mad when you cut them off. If they can’t talk to you, they’re gonna talk about you. It’s all they have. I don’t let it get to me, I know it’s not true.” he answers, and you feel a little surprised to hear something so noble come from him.
You tap your finger to your chin pretending to decide, but you already know you’re going. You just don’t want him to know that yet.
“Where?” you question.
“Somewhere in East? I know a few quieter places.” he answers, really trying his best, you can tell.
“Hmm… You’ll drive me home after?” you ask.
“Of course. Just say yes, just one drink.” he pauses. “I’ll be on my best behavior.” he says, patting his hand over his heart.
You suck your teeth and pivot on the heel of your boot. “Alright, one…”
He smiles, and you're positive that had he shown that perfect smile from the get go, you’d have been a goner from the jump.
“Only because I live over there…” you smile.
“Oh, no other reason?” he grins, sending you a wink.
He places his hand on your back again, causing a shiver to run up your spine. You feel good walking out with him, despite the glares you can feel from across the room. He leads you through the crowd, heading towards the door but before you can reach it, a girl jumps out in front of you commanding your attention. You can tell she is drunk by the haziness of her eyes and the blush of her cheeks. Well, that and the drink sloshing out of her red solo cup.
“I'm sooooo sorry t’bother you…” her words are slurring together and you know this is probably not the first time Danny has had to deal with this.
“No no, no bother, what’s up? How are you?” he asks, his demeanor suddenly shifting.
“I just– I have to tell you how much I love your music, it like literally changed my life…I’m like your biggest fan ever.” she slurs, falling over onto her starstruck friend.
“That’s awesome, thank you so much for listening, we really appreciate you guys.” he answers.
“Can we take a picture with you?” she asks, pulling her phone from her back pocket. You can tell he doesn’t want to, but he would never tell them that.
“Yeah, yeah no problem, hold on let me just–”
Before he can step closer to her, she is holding the phone up as she moves back, crashing into him and sending her drink flying. Danny is doused in the sticky liquid, what you think is probably vodka and Coke.
His pullover is soaked through, and you watch his jaw clench with anger. He stays calm, however, consoling the very embarrassed fan as if nothing ever happened. “It’s all good, no worries at all. Happens all the time. But hey, we were heading out, great to meet you.”
He quickly ushers you through the crowd, letting out a few mumbles of anger as you walk towards his car.
“That really happen all the time?” you smirk, watching him smile as he shakes his head.
“It’s usually not that messy. Literally and figuratively.” He says, clearly in a bit of a huff. He pulls out his keys and unlocks the Jeep that you know is his once the lights flash. You head to the passenger side and hop in, happy to be safe from the wind. You see him standing outside the door for a second, tapping his phone screen before holding it up to his ear.
“Where’d you get off to?” He asks, his voice muffled. He opens the door, sliding into the driver’s seat as he listens to whoever is on the other line.
“I’m fine, yeah, just checking in. Didn’t know you left. You bag that chick you were chatting with?” He starts the car quickly once he realizes you’re cold, his hands messing with the dials and turning on the heat for you. You give him a little smirk at the locker room talk you’re sitting in on right now and hope he doesn’t say a word about you. He smirks as he goes to speak once more.
“Hell no. Neither is Jake. You’re stuck with Josh and his girl. So, have fun with that.” Danny says, getting adjusted and buckling his seatbelt. He laughs at whoever is on the other end of the phone and the sound of his laugh brings a little warmth to your otherwise freezing body.
“Yeah, yeah. You too. See ya.” He hangs up and tosses his phone into the center console. When he’s done, he lifts his hand to push some hair behind his ear and there’s audible proof of how sticky it is.
“Hang on,” he starts, shifting sideways to look at you as you buckle your seatbelt. “Can we actually stop at my place and have a drink first? I just… I need to change and maybe rinse this shit out of the ends of my hair.” He seems pretty annoyed and you feel for him, so you can’t help but nod.
“Totally fine.” You smile in an attempt to quell a little bit of his anger bubbling up under the surface.
He aggressively shifts into drive and all but peels out of the spot he’s parked in, probably leaving tracks in the grass of whoever’s house this is without a care. You smirk as he leans forward to look around the bend of the road before he pulls out and picks up a significant amount of speed.
The song playing picks up where it must have left off when he arrived, and you think you recognize the familiar sound of the Foo Fighters. He turns it up a little as he starts to sing along, softly and maybe even subconsciously as he concentrates on the road. He’s a bit of a reckless driver, and you find your hand reaching for the handle on the door subtly.
The chorus comes in and he drums along on the steering wheel as you approach some main roads, slowing down just a little.
“Give me some rope, I'm coming loose, I’m pulling for you now…”
You smile as he seems to let go of whatever anger was brimming and his charming smile comes back as his enthusiasm grows. Eventually, after a particularly loud, “YEOW!” towards the end of the song, you have to let out a laugh. He glances over at you once he hears it, his eyes flickering between you and the road for a moment before he bites his tongue between his teeth in a playful way that makes your stomach flip. The song ends and another one starts, this one softer, a sweet melodic undercurrent as he drives. Danny taps his fingers softly against the wheel along with the melody like he’s listened to it a few times.
You know the distance never made a difference to me…
It’s getting brighter as he drives, heading past the restaurants and bars lining the streets of Nashville, crowds and lines and not a single parking spot to be found.
I swam a lake of fire, I’d have walked across the floor of any sea…
You listen, not feeling the need to make any conversation, taking these little insights into his taste in music and running with them, putting the pieces together. You find these tidbits more valuable than if he were to outright start talking about himself directly to you.
As you steal glances at him, you look around his car too. There are a few rubber ducks on the dashboard. One is a leprechaun, another is solid blue. There’s a bigger one that’s white with cherries. There’s one you think is Frankenstein, but you can’t quite tell.
He has some chapstick in the center console under his phone, a stick of Palmer’s cocoa butter lip balm. He has a friendship bracelet tied to the wrist closest to you, and the opposite has a thin gold bracelet and a smart watch of some sort. His jeans have a little faded indent that shows where he usually keeps his phone.
He flips on his blinker and pulls onto a side street, driving slower now through the suburban streets. As he pulls into his driveway, he turns the music down a little, looking at you while he shifts into park.
He reaches for his phone, then the chapstick. He puts some on quickly and then offers it to you, holding on to the cap. You accept, swiping on a little before wordlessly handing it back. He secures the cap and then speaks.
“Shall we?”
You open the car door and jump out, fixing your clothes briefly before closing it behind you. He wraps a warm arm around you as he leads the way down the pathway to the front door of his house.
“God, it’s fucking freezing.” He says, eventually taking his arm back so he can use both hands to put the key in and turn the knob.
As you wait for him to unlock his front door you can smell the sticky sweetness radiating from his clothes, mixing with the masculine scent of his cologne. He smells warm and clean and you want to bury your face into him to escape the cold. The wind is whipping your hair around, and cutting through the fabric of your corset top, sending shivers through your body. He pushes the door open and you’re instantly met with the heat of his home, bathed in warm amber lighting.
He flips a few light switches and plugs his keys into a Marshall key rack, before kicking his shoes off and locking the door. He takes off his hat, and peels off his liquor covered pull over, giving you the smallest glimpse of the dark hair peeking from the top of his jeans. He tosses it onto his kitchen counter and it's then you see the thick black bands inked across his bicep. His t-shirt is tight across his chest, adorned with birds and a sunset motif, as he reaches for his hat, placing it back on top of his dark curls letting out a sigh of relief before looking at you.
“So, drinks. What do you um– What would you like? I think I can make most anything.” he says, walking over to a small wooden bar cart against the wall. You unzip your boots and leave them at his front door, happy to finally have them off after all this time.
“Anything?” you ask, leaning your hip into his kitchen counter. “How confident are you in your mixology skills?”
He gives you a smug grin, “I’d say I’m pretty confident. I’ve been known to pour up a drink or two. No complaints so far.”
“Can you make a Martini? A good one?” you ask, pushing off the counter and walking over towards him.
“Vodka or Gin?” he asks, sliding both of the bottles from their respective places. “Wait, are you a dirty girl?”
You send him a self righteous smile and lean against the cabinet next to him. “What do you think?”
“Okay. So, Gin it is.” he says, twisting the lid from the bottle.
“Lucky guess.” you answer, watching him walk to the fridge to retrieve a jar of olives. He grabs a cocktail shaker and a few ice cubes on his way back to the bar cart, setting the items down to begin the process. You watch intently as he adds the Gin and Vermouth to the shaker, adding a healthy splash of olive brine to the silver cup. He places the lid on top of the shaker and starts to shake the mixture together over the ice. His arms flex as he does so, and you can’t seem to take your eyes off of him and his perfectly tanned complexion.
After a few seconds he stops, pulling the frosty lid off and straining the mixture into two waiting martini glasses. He works precariously to skewer a few olives through toothpicks, dropping them into the glasses and extending the first one out to you.
You take a sip from the cold glass, tasting the saltiness on your tongue.
“Well, dirty enough for you?” he asks, sipping from his own.
“Mmhm. Just right.” you murmur.
He leads you over to his couch, a firm black leather number with a few throw pillows and a blanket or two strewn about. You both sit, sipping at your drinks as he reaches over to grab a remote, turning on a stereo system that's clearly wired through the whole house.
“Any preference?” he asks, pulling out his phone.
“Surprise me.”
Music starts to play through the house, something much softer than you expected based on what he’d played in the car. You definitely didn’t take him for a folk rock kind of guy, but the more you think about it, he’s been full of surprises all night.
You can feel your chest growing warm as the gin works its way into your bloodstream. His cheeks are a little more pink than they were, and since the removal of his jacket you notice his arms are a little flushed too.
You look around his living room, noticing pictures on the wall of what you can only assume are his bandmates and he in various cities and countries. A few framed albums hang on the wall along with some artwork for color. However, the entire back wall of his living room is lined with guitars.
“You play guitar…” the words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them.
“Yeah, yeah. I do. Was my first instrument, though now I’m a drummer. Guitar was really my first love. What about you? How long you been playing?” he asks.
“Oh, since I was eleven. Got one for Christmas and my parents got me some lessons. Just kinda clicked you know?” you answer, “Which uh– which one is your favorite?” you ask, gesturing your glass towards the guitars hanging.
“Oooh, probably– Um, probably the yellow one, far left. I find myself reaching for it the most. Good little thing, lots of power if you know how to wield it.” he answers, sipping from his glass.
You nod and look back at him, “So you love guitar but you’re the drummer?” you ask.
“Yeah, I know, sounds backwards but, my brother, Jake, he’s…He’s way better than I’ll ever be. I fit on drums, you know? It works for us. Obviously.” he laughs, a dimple peeking out on his cheek.
“Yeah, yeah I understand I almost played bass in my band.” you quip, tossing back the rest of your drink. You pull the toothpick of olives from the glass and pop one into your mouth.
“Are these blue cheese olives?” you ask.
“They are, yeah. I like them in a Martini.” he answers confidently.
“They’re really good. I love olives.” you reply, setting your glass on the coffee table.
“So, you had your one drink. It’s the moment of truth…”
“Hmm… Might need another to make a really good solid decision, you know?” you say playfully, resting your head on the couch cushion and letting your eyes flick up to meet his.
“I think I could do that…” he says, snatching your glass from the table and returning to the bar cart.
“You know, you guys sounded really good up there. I was into it. I’m glad we got there when we did.” he says, shaking the silver shaker.
“We?” you ask, wondering who he left at the show.
“Oh, yeah. I came with my buddy Sam. The one on the phone earlier. He’s the bass player in our band.” he says, pouring up the drinks.
“I see, so you left him there...” you joke.
“You heard for yourself he seemed preoccupied…” he laughs, and he’s right, he definitely sounded busy.
“So you two are like, best friends outside of the band?” you ask, accepting the glass from his hand as he rejoins you on the couch, a little closer this time. He grabs a thick blue blanket from the back of the couch and tosses it to you with a gentle smile as he answers your question.
“Yeah, I mean we were best friends before the band ever really existed. Just kind of solidified our friendship. Been quite a few years of craziness together.”
“And the others…They’re all brothers, right? Or is that just a rumor?” you ask.
“Yeah, all brothers, twins and then Sam who is a couple years younger. My age.” he says, sipping from his glass with a loud exhale.
“Is that…weird?” you ask, a little hesitantly.
“Not at all. I’m practically their brother too. Known ‘em my whole life. Wouldn’t be able to do this crazy on the go life with anyone but them, I think.” he says, letting his walls down just enough to let you peek in.
“How many months out of the year do you guys tour?”
“Shit, a lot. We’re gone more than we’re home these days. Probably eight or nine I’d say. Either in the US, Europe, Mexico… Fuckin’ everywhere now. It’s crazy.” he says, staring off into the distance, his eyes locked on the small flame flickering in his electric fireplace.
“So you guys are pretty famous then...Touring that long… Even have random girls spilling their drinks on you at parties just for a single photo…” you wink.
“Oh, do I detect a hint of jealousy from Miss Y/N?” he asks.
“No, I’m not jealous… I mean, I’m the one sitting on your couch drinking Martini’s aren’t I?”
He laughs and shakes his head, tipping his drink to his lips. “I had to work for it, but… you sure are, sweetheart.”
“Did you think I wasn’t gonna say yes to drinks?” you ask, your eyes locking in on him as the alcohol swirls through your system. You can tell he’s feeling it too, letting himself become a little more flirty.
“Wasn’t sure, was kinda touch and go there for a minute. I hoped you would agree. Could hardly take my eyes off of you all night. Saw you and… Yeah, I just had to talk to you.”
“You use that line on all the girls?” you ask, sipping the last of the frosty drink.
“No, guys too, I don’t play favorites.” he smirks, biting the olive off of his toothpick with a wink.
Fuck…
You smile and nod, biting your lip between your teeth as you feel color rush to your cheeks.
“How does it feel?” he asks, his eyes trained on your lips, watching as you release it.
“What?” you breathe.
He swallows harshly, “Nothin’...Nevermind.” he says, shaking the thoughts from his mind. “Well, drink two…Have you made up your mind yet? Am I as bad as they say? Are you dying to get out of here?” he asks, running his tongue over his bottom lip. He’s inched a little closer to you and you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body.
“What if I say yes?” you ask, leaning forward just a touch.
He repositions himself, taking your glass and placing it with his on the table. He moves a little closer, mirroring your body as he rests his head on his hand on the back of the couch.
“Well, then I’ll get us some water, get my head on straight, and take you home. Is that what you want?” he asks, his dark eyes boring into yours as he tilts his chin down.
“And if I say no?” you answer.
“If you say no, then I…Make us another drink and we can keep talking and…see what happens…” he says, his voice trailing off, hoping you will take that option, and there’s no doubt in your mind which option you’re going to pick.
“What were you thinking about a minute ago? …Tell me.” you say, pulling your legs up and tucking them under you.
He rubs his hand over his chin, nodding his head in agreement. “Your lips.”
“What about them?” you ask, feeling your heart start to pound.
“I don’t know, they’re just pretty. Wanted to know how it felt… watching you bite them.” he admits. He grins, unabashed. “Your turn…What’re you thinking about?” he asks.
“I’m thinking…another drink.” He grins when he realizes you’ve made your decision.
“I’ll make you another drink… But only if you tell me what you and Tori were actually talking about.” he counters as he stands, grabbing both of your glasses. As he walks away, you snicker softly.
“Why do I feel like you already know?” you ask, standing to follow him to the kitchen island. He shrugs, his broad shoulders flexing a little in a way that catches your eye. You walk by him, exploring his kitchen.
“I’m certain I was the subject, but something tells me her interpretation of what happened between her and I has become a bold departure from the truth…” he muses in a smooth voice as he pours.
“It was a warning really…” you begin, standing in front of his refrigerator. There’s one pizza menu, a mostly unused magnetic notepad, and some photos. “She was letting me know that you’re very charming and convincing, but underneath it all, you apparently have zero respect for women.”
He chuckles as he gently places the olive skewers in your drinks, unbothered by the retelling of Tori’s dramatic warning. You look at the photos on his fridge, realizing that most of them are of his family. They look pretty wholesome.
“Tori and I ended badly because I felt that she was a bit too… immature, emotionally. She puts a lot of stock into social media and status and things like that, which just isn’t how I am. My life is on display enough already.” He says truthfully, pushing your drink towards you.
“You have a sister?” You ask, looking over your shoulder, then back to their Old Navy catalog-esque family photos.
“I do, yeah. She's my best friend… much to Sam’s dismay.” He says, sipping from his own glass and retreating to the couch.
“That’s sweet…You two seem really close.” you say as you turn to grab your drink, following him as he takes a seat.
“I’m not all bad.”
He looks up at you, a devilish smirk on his lips. He tugs the brim of his hat a little, as if he wants to see you better. Taking a big gulp of your drink, you remove the olives and hold the toothpick between two fingers.
“C’mere,” he murmurs, shifting his hips a little so his thighs are spread wide on the couch and patting his thigh. You flush from the combination of his eyes on you and the alcohol hitting your system. You put your glass down, figuring you’ve had enough, and delicately straddle him where he sits. Watching as he takes a sip of his own drink, you let out a little huff.
“Oh, I didn’t get to eat my olives.” you say, a little disappointed, turning to reach for your drink.
“Here.” Danny’s voice is suddenly delicate as he speaks. You look back into his eyes and he’s got his own toothpick between his fingers. “Open.”
You open your mouth tentatively, then bite down on the bottom olive once it’s in far enough. He pulls the toothpick away and you chew gingerly, your smile a little coy.
“S’good?” He asks, his voice still soft. You nod your head. “I feel like olives are hit or miss for a lot of people.”
“I love a good salty treat…” you say with a shrug, which earns you a boisterous chuckle from him.
“You were a tough nut to crack but… you’re pretty fun.” He says, watching as you take a sip of his drink to wash the olive down since you can’t reach your own. You smile, your eyes slightly narrowed, wordlessly confirming that yeah, you’re fun when you want to be.
As if he sees you’ve gotten a little bit of a big head over it, he decides to trip you up. He leans back and puts his drink on the end table before he speaks.
“Why don’t you come a little closer and give me a kiss? I know you’ve been thinking about it.”
You lick your lips, a little nervous. He’s telling you to make the first move.
“Let me just get my pen…” you say, looking around.
“What?” He looks genuinely confused.
“Oh, for the NDA. Right?”
As soon as you deliver the punchline, he’s pulling you in for a hungry kiss so fast you barely get a laugh out. His massive hand is on the back of your neck to keep you in place while the other has a grip on your forearm, again, keeping you in place. You moan softly in surprise but let yourself lean into him, steadying yourself on his chest with your free hand. You feel how damp his shirt still is from the drink he had poured on him.
His lips are perfectly soft, reminding you of the chapstick he so graciously shared with you in the car. You tug softly on the grip he has in your forearm and he releases it, allowing you to push up for a breath of air.
He, however, doesn’t seem to need any. He quickly buries his face in your neck, his mouth latching onto your throat, his tongue pulling the delicate skin between his teeth before he bites down with a bit of force. You can’t help the way your hips roll forward, your mouth releasing a sound you don’t even recognize.
“Yeah?” He says, his smirk audible.
“…Yeah.”
He does it again and again, moving down your neck towards your clavicle, then the fullest part of each of your tits, leaving red bites and splotches as he goes. You’re breathless by the time he looks back up at you, his lips swollen and his eyes a little wild. He grins, his perfect, sharp teeth flashing in the dim light of his living room.
You capture him in another kiss, this time lacing your fingers in his hair, carefully making sure not to pull at any of his perfect curls. You feel a little bit of the stickiness from the spill earlier and pull your hand away gently as hair gets stuck to your fingers. He breaks the kiss, taking a few shallow breaths as you watch the way his chest rises and falls.
“…I’m a fuckin’ mess. What do you say to helping me wash this out of my hair?” He mumbles, his eyes looking over you in a way that implies he knows you’re going to say yes.
“Oh, yeah. It looks like a two person job. I’m happy to help.” You giggle softly before he pecks you on the lips. You lift from his lap, feeling your balance waver slightly as you get your footing. He’s on his feet quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind to steady you.
“Think you’ll make it up the stairs?” He jokes, his voice soft, his lips against the shell of your ear. You laugh as he squeezes tight around you, leaning your head against his.
“You do make a strong drink… but I’ll be okay.”
He kisses your cheek, sending you forward with a quick smack on your ass.
You ascend the stairs, Danny following close behind. You can feel his eyes on you as you reach the top, and turning over your shoulder only confirms it. He looks up and meets your eyes, giving you a guilty smile.
He puts a gentle, possessive hand on the back of your neck as he guides you into his bedroom. It’s dark until he flips on the lights, the switch controlling two lamps on either side of his bed. He doesn’t stop there, though, continuing to guide you towards the bathroom.
Once inside, you’re met with a sparkling clean bathroom, an impressive shower that’s about as big as your bedroom, and a dual basin sink. He turns you around for another kiss, this time sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth biting softly into the skin. When he hears the whimper it conjures from deep in your chest, he does it again with more enthusiasm before breaking the kiss and leaving you wanting more.
He steps into the large open concept shower, flicking the handle to start the water. There's chill bumps spreading across his skin from the coldness of the water and the tile beneath his feet. He walks back out as you lean against the bathroom wall, watching him as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a fairly chiseled physique. His skin is pretty tan for February but you chalk it up to traveling and don’t think much of it.
He presses the button on a portable speaker hanging from a towel hook behind you, powering it on. He slides his phone from his pants pocket and turns on the same music that was playing downstairs, before tossing his phone onto the counter and stepping over to a closet to grab another towel. He hangs it on the hook next to his and you wish that the sight didn’t make your cheeks grow warm.
Steam starts to rise from the streams of water in the shower, and as you remember just how cold it is outside, you shiver wanting nothing more than to be standing under the scalding hot water. He breaks your trance by stepping in front of you, sliding his hand around your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. He pulls your bottom lip away from your teeth as he pulls away from you, releasing it with a grin. He runs his warm hands over your arms, feeling the chill bumps that have taken up residency.
“You cold, sweetheart? You wanna get warmed up?” he asks, sliding them back up to your shoulders. His fingers hook into the the straps of your top, pulling them down over your shoulders to rest gently on your arms.
“Yeah, got any ideas?” you answer playfully, toying with the button on his jeans. You free the button from the hole, and slide his zipper down before pulling them away.
“A few right off the top of my head. Why don’t you take this off for me…” he says, sliding his finger down the center of your top. You reach for the zipper on the side, slowly pulling it down until the fabric breaks free. You let it fall to the tile floor, leaving you in just your black jeans. His eyes dart down to your chest and he sucks in a deep breath before letting his eyes meet yours. They are darker, deeper, and completely blown out with lust.
He lets his knuckles just barely graze over your skin as they travel up your stomach and over your sternum, sliding across your collarbone and down around the fullness of your tits. His thumb just lightly grazes over your nipple, feeling the pebbled flesh beneath his finger tip.
Your eyes flick to his lips, full and pouty as his fingers trace over your skin. You let your hands wrap around his torso as you press your lips to his, feeling his hands grip into your chest, with a firm squeeze. A whimper leaves your mouth and you can feel the smile on his lips.
“These too?” he says, sliding his hand to the button on your jeans.
“Mmhm…” you hum, letting him pop the button. You shimmy out of the tight black pants, just your thong between you and his hands now.
“Red…How festive.” he snarks, sucking hard into your neck again. You roll your eyes but he can’t see, still it makes you feel better.
You slide your fingers into the front of his open jeans, silently asking him to join you. He pulls his pink lips away from your skin and kicks his jeans off, pausing and looking at you for a moment before sliding his dark colored boxers over his hips and down to the floor. Your eyes don’t leave his, but from your peripheral you can see that he is fully hard, and hanging heavily between the two of you.
You swallow thickly, and he seems to notice, letting a smug grin spread across his face as he licks his lips.
“Still a bit uneven, hm?” he says, hooking his fingers into the sides of your thong, and sinking to his knees before sliding them over your hips. When they hit the floor you step out of them, kicking them to the side. You feel his hands slide up the front of your legs, circling around to rest at the back of your thighs as a deep hum leaves his chest.
His lips connect with your hip bone, kissing and sucking at the skin until a deep purple mark is left behind. You can feel yourself practically dripping with want for him, and you know if you two don’t get into the shower quickly, he will be your undoing without even properly touching you.
He stands, grabbing your hand and pulling you into his large stone tiled shower, a freestanding tub just to the side. The second the water hits your skin you let out an audible groan, the goosebumps quickly disappearing.
“Yeah? Not too hot?” he asks, pulling you under the spray.
“Not hot enough…” you quip, raising an eyebrow.
“Any hotter and we’ll descend into hell, babe.” he laughs, twisting the handle a bit further.
As he steps under the spray to wet his hair you take the time to look at him. The subtle contours of his body, the way his muscles ripple as he moves, the stretch of his tattoo as he rakes his hands through his curls. Your eyes flick to his groin, taking in the sheer size of him, and of course you’re caught in the act.
“S’not polite to stare…” he smirks. “You wanna hand me that body wash right there?” he asks, nodding his head to a shelf of products. You grab the amber colored bottle, ready to hand it to him but instead squirting the masculine smelling shower gel into your own palm.
You rub it between both of your hands before pressing them both to his abs, starting to slide the soapy bubbles across his skin. “This okay?” you ask, locking eyes with him.
“Fuck yeah, baby.”
You continue sliding your hands around his body, traveling up and around his broad shoulders before sliding back down his slender frame. He presses his tongue into his cheek every time your hands slide a little further down, and after a few teasing attempts you let your hand circle around his fully hardened cock.
He swallows heavily as you slide your soapy fist up and down his shaft, your eyes never leaving his.
“Yeah baby, just like that, feels so good. C’mere…” he pleads, pulling your face to his and pressing his lips to yours. His tongue swipes against your lips before pressing into your mouth, your tongues playing a game of cat and mouse as your hand continues to work him. He groans as he pulls away from you, letting the water wash over him and rinse away the suds. You press a kiss to his chest, sucking the skin into your teeth to leave a mark of your own, but he stops you, pulling you away with a smirk.
“No, no, no…Can’t this time, gotta wear a sheer shirt in three days. Gonna have to mark somewhere you can’t see.” he says, tilting your chin up with his thumb.
You purse your lips together before raising a brow. You sink down to your knees, feeling him brush your wet hair away from your face. You grip his cock in your fist once again as he leans against the cold tile behind him, his hand coming to rest in your hair.
You lean forward, pressing a wet kiss to the tip of his dick, locking eyes with him before letting him slide past your lips and into your mouth. His jaw clenches as you stroke him, letting your tongue slide up and down the underside of his cock as the water pours down around the two of you. You slide your hand up his thigh, cupping his balls in your free hand as you take him as far down as you can. You swallow around him, and his hips jerk forward, a groan leaving his chest.
You blink up at him, and seeing that he’s enjoying this is making you all the more aroused. His eyes flutter closed and you whine around him, causing his eyes to fly back open.
“Oh, you want me to watch you, baby?” he asks, his hand gripping into your wet hair. You blink at him as the wet sounds of your mouth echo in the large shower.
He clicks his tongue, “Of course you want me to watch you. I saw you on the stage tonight…Everyone fawning over you. Feels good doesn’t it, sweetheart? Having everyone’s eyes on you? It’s addicting huh, baby?” he pauses, jerking his hips forward, earning him a gag from your throat. “Fuck… It gets better you know… Bigger crowds, more people, more pressure. People fucking dying to meet you everywhere you go. My eyes are on you now baby. You’ve got my full attention.”
He fucks into your mouth again, a grunt leaving his chest as his words falter. Water is dripping from the ends of his hair down onto your face as his eyes stay locked on yours. “You looked so fuckin’ hot on the stage tonight, but you’re so goddamn pretty right here just for me.”
He slides his hand from your hair and cups your jaw, letting his thumb and fingers press into the hollows of your cheeks. You’re positive he can feel his cock sliding against his fingers as he moves in your mouth, and you feel like you might cum from this alone.
“Fuck…” he groans, pulling himself from your mouth and quickly grabbing your hand to pull you up from your sore knees.
“But I wanted–”
“Don’t worry baby, you’re gonna get exactly what you want…” he says, pulling you under the spray to warm you body for just seconds before spinning you around to face away from him. He pulls you tightly to his chest, his hard cock resting just beneath your ass. His right hand slides around to your front, his fingers sliding between your folds, feeling the wetness collected there.
“You sweet little thing, you like sucking my cock?” he asks, swirling two fingers over your clit. “Answer me.” he says, before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You jump at the contact and you feel a rush of wetness sweep over you.
“Yes…” you breathe, unable to form a coherent sentence. You want him to do it again. You want it harder.
“You did so good, might let you do it again…” he says, sliding his middle finger inside of you.
“Oh goddamn, you’re so tight…” he groans, adding another finger as his palm works over top of your clit.
“Danny…” you breathe, feeling your nerves come alive.
“Yeah? You want more?” he asks, your heavy breathing echoing in the shower.
“Bite me… Again…” you beg, “Please…”
“Oh, so sweet with your tight pussy and your manners.” he taunts.
His lips brush against the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss to the skin, letting his tongue swipe over it before sinking his teeth into you again.
“Oh, fuck…” you cry out, clenching around his fingers as his tongue laps against the fresh bite mark.
“Yeah? You like that? Want me to mark you all up, claim you as mine?” he asks, “Your pussy says yes, but what does that sweet mouth say?”
“Again…” you beg.
A hum leaves his chest, “Step forward, put your hands on the edge of the tub for me, gorgeous.” he says, pulling his fingers from you, and smacking your ass with his wet hand.
You grip your hands into the white porcelain, feeling him step up behind you, admiring the red handprint he left behind seconds ago. You feel his hands grip into your ass, rubbing over the round flesh before sinking to his knees behind you. You feel his breath hot against your core, a shiver of anticipation settling deep within your bones.
His hands grip into the meat of your thighs before his mouth connects with your core, his hot tongue lapping at your entrance. The sounds echoing off the walls are lewd, but the euphoria washing over your body is all consuming. His tongue flicks over your clit and you find yourself arching your back to grant him easier access. His hand travels up the inside of your thigh, his thumb finding your clit and flicking across it as his tongue toys with your opening. You groan into the empty tub below you, your knees growing weaker with every movement of his tongue.
“Danny…” you plead, knowing your orgasm is approaching.
The wet sounds of his tongue on your pussy are growing louder, and with a particularly loud suck you find yourself screaming his name. He hums against you as your legs start to shake, feeling his lips pull away from you and move to the inside of your thigh, he presses a kiss to the sensitive skin, before again sinking his teeth into you.
Lighting strikes through your body, and you know your release is within reach. He runs his tongue up the inside of your thigh, pressing a kiss to the tender bite before returning his mouth to your core.
“Danny…Danny please… please…” you beg.
You feel him smile against you, “You sound like my fans, baby…You don’t have to beg…” he pauses, sucking your clit into his mouth.
He brings both of his hands to your ass, squeezing the skin as he lets his teeth gently graze your clit, sending you straight over the edge. A string of indiscernible curses leave your mouth, strung together beautifully with his name woven inbetween.
He holds you against the tub, not letting your body crash to the ground as it so badly wants to do. He works you through your release, his tongue slowing as he feels you start to come down.
“Guess I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of a rockstar cumming on your face…” he jokes, running his nose up your spine as he stands behind you.
You huff out a laugh, still trying to catch your breath. “Yeah?” you pause, “And which end do you prefer…”
“This one.” he says, delivering a harsh smack to your ass cheek. You yelp in surprise, and feel another rush of wetness to your core.
He kisses your shoulder again, breathing in deeply as he fists his cock behind you. “Wanna fuck you, baby…”
“Last chance for that NDA…” you joke, quickly feeling him press you back down onto the ledge of the bathtub, the head of his cock brushing at your entrance. He presses into you, sliding in quickly from the wetness accumulated.
Your once playful demeanor has rapidly changed gears at the fullness you feel inside you. You tighten around him as you feel his groin pressed to your ass, the coarse pubic hair at his base brushing against your opening.
His hand rests on your shoulder as you feel him start to pull out just long enough to slam back into you.
“Oh, fuck…” he breathes, the tightness of your pussy suddenly a little too much for him. He slides his hand down your back, both hands now gripping into your hips as he moves in and out of you, setting a fairly quick pace.
Your tits bounce against your chest as your hands grip into the tub, whines floating from your lips as his cock crashes into your cervix. You gasp each time, and you think that's what's spurring him on, but by this point he knows that you may possess a few masochistic tendencies.
“Goddamn you’re so gorgeous, perfect fuckin’ body, perfect tight pussy…” he grunts, the hot water still streaming down over the two of you.
“Tell me what you want.” he demands, “Want you to cum on my cock.”
“Harder. More…” you plead, the sound of your wet bodies slapping together, inching you both closer.
He leans over you, his hands sliding up your back to rest on your arms. You feel his lips trail up your spine, kissing into the soft skin at the juncture of your neck. “Yeah, you want more?” he growls against you, biting into your skin harder than he has.
You feel his perfect teeth sink into you, the harsh sting sizzling through you like fire. He groans into your neck with his lips still attached to you and you feel a rush of warmth trickle down your skin. A drop of crimson red blood drips onto the tile below you, quickly washing down the drain.
A whine leaves your chest, the pressure in your groin building as his tongue laps over the broken skin, hot and wet. His hips snap into you a little harder and a little tighter, and it’s evident to you that maybe he has a few kinks of his own.
You feel a rivulet of blood trickling down your back, his hand coming up to spread it across your wet skin for only him to see, that is until his hand grips into the white porcelain next to yours. His hand is tinted red, and as he pulls it away to grip back into your hips, it’s a smear of bloody fingerprints that's left behind.
“Fuck…I’m– Hold on to the tub, don’t let go.” he says, spreading his stance a little wider behind you, but bringing one foot up to the edge of the tub for leverage. He drives his hips into you harder, a groan leaving his chest with each pointed thrust. “Baby…” you whine, only thoughts of him floating through your mind.
“Yeah…Come on…” he grunts, his hair dripping onto your back.
“I’m–”
“Yeah, give it to me. Cum for me so fuckin’ sweet and pretty, god I love it…” he says through gritted teeth.
“Danny–” you warn, fluttering against him.
“Yeah right, there, oh fuck…” he whines, as you clench around him.
A loud cry leaves your mouth, his cock still working against your g-spot as you fall apart around him. You feel like you're floating around the room in a thousand pieces, falling back down perfectly into place as he moves inside of you.
“Danny…” you breathe.
“So fuckin’ beautiful, gonna cum, baby… You want that? You want my cum?” he asks, his hips starting to stutter.
“Please, yes… My mouth… In my mouth, I want you…” you plead.
“In your mouth…Fuck…” he says, still pumping into you. “I want your pussy so fucking bad baby, but god you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” he pauses, “Fuck it, get on your knees.” he says, pulling out of you, and continuing to rapidly stroke his glistening, wet cock.
You drop to your knees again, ready to take what you were promised earlier. You pull him into your mouth, your eyes rolling back in your head as you fill your throat full of him.
“Mother fucker…” he groans, snapping his hips into you. His hand reaches down palming at your tits, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You whine against his cock, and that pushes him to his finish. He swiftly pulls himself from your mouth, pumping his fist over his cock as you peer up at him with your mouth open, and your tongue presented to him.
“You want my cum, fuck… Take it… Fuckin’ take it.” he grunts, his hot release shooting into your mouth, landing on your tongue. It drips from your lips, rolling down your chin in bitter salty streams, and as he stares at you with a heaving chest you know that both of you need more of each other. Your mouth is full, his hot cum dripping down your chest as he releases his cock from his hand.
He cups your chin, rubbing his thumb over your cheek with a smirk, before letting it drift into your open mouth, nodding at you to close your lips around it. You close your swollen lips and swallow down his cum with a flutter of your eye lids. It's warm as it slides down your throat, the taste of him unique, causing you to hum. Your tongue toys with his thumb and he pulls it from your lips with a pop.
He drags his thumb up your throat and over your chin, collecting the drip that had fallen, before returning his thumb to your lips, and smearing it across the puffy pink skin. You lick your lips in response, and you watch as he crouches down in front of you, meeting you at eye level.
He presses his lips to yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, tasting the remnant of himself on your skin. His hand settles on the side of your neck, pulling you in a little closer and deepening the kiss before pulling away.
He stares at you with a satisfied smile, and you’re sure you’re looking just as blissed out as he is.
“Stay here, tonight.” he breathes, rubbing his thumb over your throat.
“You sure?” you ask, placing your hand on his wrist.
“I’ll wash your hair and we can order a pizza?” he smiles, trying to sweeten the deal, as if you’ll say no.
“With pineapple? Or is that a deal breaker…” you counter.
He smiles his perfect smile and kisses your forehead, helping you stand and escorting you back to the streaming hot water.
—
After an ironic heart shaped pizza, with pineapple, a glass of red wine and a few laughs, you find yourself being ushered back upstairs with the swat of his hand. He leads you into his bedroom before disappearing back into his bathroom, his queen size bed perfectly made with fluffy beige sheets and feather pillows, and you want nothing more than to melt into them. He was kind enough to lend you a t-shirt and a pair of sweats after your shower, but as you make your way towards the bed you find yourself wanting to slip out of the clothes all together. You kick off the sweats and are left in just his t-shirt and a pair of his boxers.
He emerges from the bathroom, his curls disheveled around his face without any product to keep them together. “I uh, I don’t know if you want this… I dug around in my cabinet and found this from the last time I went to the dentist, but it’s new, and I am honestly shocked I found it, but it’s all yours if you want it.” he stammers, offering you a toothbrush.
You take it from his hands, pulling it from the cardboard packaging as you follow him into the bathroom. He places himself in front of the sink, grabbing his black electric toothbrush, and the tube of toothpaste. He wets his toothbrush, and unscrews the lid, ready to squirt the paste onto his brush, but stopping and turning to you first. You hold out the toothbrush and let him squeeze a line of toothpaste onto the bristles, giving him a smile before he turns back to his own.
You stare at yourself in the mirror as you brush your teeth, reading the letters ‘CME’ on the gray t-shirt, and smiling because you’ve always wanted to go there. You catch his eyes in the mirror, watching him brush his own teeth, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he stands in just his black sweatpants. Your eyes flick down to the V of his waist and you find yourself brushing a little harder as you recall the events of the evening.
He smiles around his foamy toothbrush, likely having the same thoughts, before turning the water on to spit into the sink. You do the same, rinsing your mouth with water and placing the brush on the counter.
“Do you want me to toss this in the morning or…” you ask.
“Oh, no, you can uh… You can just use it next time I guess. I can keep it here or something.”
“What makes you think there’ll be a next time?” you snark, raising your eyebrows in challenge. Your eyes suddenly catch sight of the bloody handprint left on his pristine white tub, and your breath catches in your throat.
“Should I call my lawyer back? I already had him working on that NDA.” he says through a laugh, turning off the bathroom light and smacking your ass as you cross the threshold into his bedroom.
He pulls down the comforter, letting you slide into the ice cold sheets before sliding in after you. You shiver a little, but not for long. He snakes his arm beneath you, wrapping it around your shoulder, and pulling you to lay half way on top of him. He twists his legs with yours, and you can feel his semi hard dick hiding just beneath his sweats. You raise an eyebrow at him, and he laughs.
“I’m not sorry, who knew you would be so fucking cute brushing your teeth in my t-shirt?” You roll your eyes and lay your head down, the amber glow of his lamp illuminating the room.
“I mean it, though. I’d like to do this again.” His voice is almost boyish as he looks over at you from his side of the bed. You grin, nodding in agreement as your heavy eyelids make your blinks long and slow.
He grabs his phone from the nightstand, and turns down the brightness. As he unlocks his phone you see the background is a photo of his mom, his sister, and himself, on a beach somewhere.
“They don’t live here…” you ask, but it’s not a question. You already know the answer.
“No.” he answers, his voice solemn. “They’re in Michigan.”
“You miss them.”
“Yeah, but I’ll see them soon. I think they’re gonna come down for a show. Just been too long this time. Gonna take my dad golfing, I think.” he says, opening his texts, and though you're trying not to look, you can’t help but notice that his inbox that you assumed would be full of unsaved numbers and girls names, isn’t. In fact there’s hardly any.
He clicks on an unread message, laughing as he reads it.
Jake
7:05pm: You still coming over later?
Jake
8:11pm: You prick how the fuck do you have plans, we aren’t even supposed to be here
Jake
9:17pm: Nevermind 😎
“How many friends did you ditch tonight?” you laugh.
“Ehhhh, listen… Jake– He– I would have been stuck there until 3 in the morning if I went, I much prefer how my night turned out.” he giggles, sending back a skull emoji.
He opens the next thread and sighs, clearing his throat and rubbing his fist into his eye as he responds.
Sista ✨
9:34pm: Happy Valentine’s Day, miss you! Love you & see you soon!
Danny
1:04am: Happy Valentine’s day, love you 💐
You feel your heart warm a little at the message, and you realize that maybe these girls that warned you, really didn’t know him like they thought they did. Sure he has a bit of an ego, maybe he’s a little cocky, but you kinda like it. He gives you a run for your money, and apart from the insanely hot sex earlier, he’s been a perfect gentleman. Kinda the best of both worlds if you think about it.
He locks his phone and tosses it on his nightstand, rolling over to his side and pulling you into his chest. You can smell the body wash you washed him with earlier still lingering on his skin, and as you breathe in the smell of him, and feel the warmth of his body against yours, he wraps his arms around you kissing your shoulder atop the deep red mark that his perfect teeth left.
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When the morning comes, you’re woken up by the natural light in Danny’s bedroom and a dull throbbing in your head. He’s rolled over, facing away from you as he sleeps peacefully on his clean, white sheets.
Reaching for your phone, you suppress a groan at the soreness that radiates through your body. It's late morning and you have a few texts waiting for you already. The first is from your best friend, who you’re assuming went home with the guy she met. There’s an attachment and from the preview you see it’s a film strip, so you assume it’s a sneak preview of the photos she took of you at the show.
When you open the picture, you quickly realize you’re wrong. There are a few strips laid on the table, the first of which are a few provocative photos of her in a bralette and then wrapped in a scarf of some sort. The strip underneath has pictures of people you don’t recognize at first, but as you zoom in on the third frame, you see… Danny? Then, a text comes through asking if he was the guy you were hanging around with the night before.
Danny starts to stir in bed next to you, stretching and rolling over. He seems relieved when he lays eyes on you and sees you’re still there. You roll a little closer to him on your side, holding up the zoomed-in photo.
“Is this you?”
He lifts his head a little, craning his neck and squinting his eyes to get a better look.
“Uh, yeah. Where’d you get that?” His voice is hoarse and sleepy, and you wonder if he’s feeling as rough as you are after the night you shared. You can’t help but smile as you look harder at the photo.
“I think my best friend spent the night with yours?” you say, pinching the screen and zooming out. There isn’t anything too lewd on the photos she sent you, but when he sees them, he puts the pieces together too.
“Oh, shit. How’d that happen?” He asks, putting his arm behind his head and laying back. You see the underside of his tattoo that wraps all the way around his bicep, your eyes drawn to the muscles you can see shifting under his skin.
“She was the photographer last night. In more ways than one, I guess.” you snicker, looking at the frames again.
“If I would have known it was like that, I’d have taken some photos of my own…” he says, his morning voice making your stomach flip. He sees the way color rushes to your cheeks and he grins, rolling on top of you and sliding his hands up under the t-shirt you’re borrowing. You hum as he peppers your face with kisses, pulling the duvet over the two of you, in no rush to get your day started.
a/n: i know wagner wednesday was yesterday, but fuck it. everyone can leave me alone I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!!
notes/warnings: extremely suggestive relationship, no use of y/n, secret relationships, tooth rotting fluff at the end, childhood best friends to lovers, danny being jealous, cursing, like so many allusions to fucking, me writing this late at night, sam, josh and jake being extremely oblivious like just the epitome of "so close! that is a shape! <3"
word count: 2.3k
summary: daniel has been acting awfully weird lately. luckily, the kiszka brothers are on the case!
pairing: danny wagner x gn! reader
now playing: fearless (taylor's version) - taylor swift
“run your hands through your hair/absentmindedly making me want you/and i don't know how it gets better than this/you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless"
Samuel Kiszka had met you way back in elementary school, back when you were kind of regarded as a freak. You were playing with a ladybug on the playground during recess, and he came over and asked what you were doing. When you explained, he became fascinated with the ladybug and declared you would be its parents. Then, a stray kickball had flew over, crushing your new baby bug. Some kid laughed at Sam when he started to cry, so you decided to punch that little fucker in the face.
You had been best friends ever since.
A year after that, he came to you and introduced you to a different kid he had met in his new class, the one right beside yours. His name was Daniel.
And since then, it’s always been the three of you, against everything.
You became awfully close with the Wagners and with the Kiszkas, going as far as to call them your family. You grew up in sort of a rough environment, but there was always a place for you on Daniel’s couch or Sammy’s floor.
You smoked your first blunt together, took your first shots together, and cried over breakups that didn’t even matter anymore.
You were a tech kid in high school with a certain knack for equipment and stage managing. Sam and Danny were just starting to get more serious about their music, so there was a time when you didn’t see each other that much. You were busy with whatever production your high school was putting on, and they had formed a band with Sam’s older brothers, Jake and Josh.
You knew it had been Jake’s dream for years, so besides their mother, you consider yourself the first Greta Van Fleet fan.
When their song, Highway Tune, went viral, you just knew it meant huge things for them. You could see it in Jake’s face, hear it in Josh’s voice. This was something bigger than any of you. So, you weren’t really shocked when they came to you and told you that they had a record deal and a few shows booked around the country.
You were only sad that you’d be stuck in Michigan while your best friends toured around the country, maybe even the world.
Then, Sammy told you a stipulation of their contract was that you would get to be on the set team, and with enough experience, you’d lead that team in all the equipment and stage management you could get your hands on.
And you jumped in with them, headfirst, fearless.
That was years ago, and you haven’t looked back since.
But then Sam started to notice something.
Daniel Wagner had been distracted. Never a good thing to be while on tour.
So, he came to you with the problem.
“I’m telling you, there is something up with Daniel!” He practically whined as you packed your bag to go to the next venue.
“Sammy, nothing is up with Daniel. There’s no way.”
“He doesn’t eat, he is always staring off into the distance, he’s always scribbling in his little notebook, he’s acting weird!”
“You guys are on tour, that’s stressful. Maybe he’s just like, at max stress.” You argue, checking that you have your lights and pyro cues for the next stop of the tour.
“Why aren’t you worried about this? You should be worried, he’s your best friend too!”
You stop what you’re doing and turn to face him.
“Maybe he’s fallen madly in love with someone.”
Sam actually laughs out loud at the thought.
“Good one!” He says with a goofy grin on his face. “We would know if he was in love, don’t you think?” He asks.
“Then I just don’t know, Sammy. Go argue with Jake and Josh about this, I have to go meet with the crew about the inventory for the road.” You say, and Sam just drops it to go do exactly that.
His brothers are on the tour bus when he gets there and luckily, Danny is running late. And he is sure to mention that.
“Seems like Daniel is late again... He’s been doing that a lot, huh?” He says, trying not to act too suspiciously.
Josh and Jake share this look, like they’re trying to figure out if Sam has a point or not. But Jake starts to really think about it, and you know what? Shockingly, their younger brother does in fact have a point.
“Now that you mention it, He is acting kind of weird.” He says softly, and Josh nods.
“I had to ask him for my earrings back the other day and when I got to his room, he looked like I caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. I thought he was in the middle of jerking off but now that I think about it, he’s been like that a lot. Always acting like a deer in the headlights.”
So, the whole situation perplexes them, but before they can say anything else on the matter, Danny strolls onto the tour bus.
“Good morning, boys! How are we today?” Now that they had all discussed it, any behavior from him would be suspicious.
“Fine. Why are you late, Dan?” Danny was immediately alarmed by this, since Sam never called him Dan. It was always Danny or Daniel.
“Uh, I just lost my shoes in the room, and they were under my bed. Sorry, I didn’t realize I was keeping you guys waiting.”
Josh, the only one able to play anything cool, just nods, “It’s alright, we weren’t waiting for long. We should probably discuss the setlist for tonight.” Jake hums but he can’t help but notice that Danny has these large black stud earrings in. And he’s sure he’s seen them before, but he can’t quite put his finger on were.
For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.
They stop at a rest stop that afternoon, along with most of the tech crew who travel in their own bus. You go to check in on your boys and buy Sam a snack as a peace offering for not believing him this morning.
But instead, you run into Josh, who decides to find the others with you. You get to talking but you feel him staring at your face, and you blush.
“What, do I have something on my face?” You ask bashfully.
“No,” he hums softly, tilting his head. “You just— Where’d you get that necklace?” He swears he’s seen it before but can’t put his finger on it.
Your hand goes up to fiddle with the necklace, almost nervously.
“It’s a gift from my sister, I wore it when we graduated, remember?” Josh does not remember.
For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, Toots, Guess I forgot.” He links arms with you, “Let’s go find the guys, huh?” He smiles. Happy to drop the subject, you go with him willingly.
Sammy, Danny, and Jake are getting their snacks when something catches Danny’s eye, and he won’t stop staring, so Sam looks to see what he could be so bothered by. And all he sees is his older brother, linking arms with you.
He smacks Danny’s arm, whose head snaps to look at him.
“Just Josh, Dude. At Ease, Soldier.” He teases. But he can’t shake this feeling that Danny was bothered by it. But why would he be?
Nothing else weird happens throughout the day, and the show that night goes well. So well, in fact that they invite you to a local bar where they can grab a few drinks and decompress from the day. And that goes really well too, except when Sam sees you the next morning and hickeys cover your neck.
“Dude! What the fuck!?” He asks, investigating your neck further. You blush and shove him off gently.
“Relax, Sammy, I just—I hooked up with someone last night that I met at the bar, and they were kind of rough. No big deal, I’ll never see them again.” You say, with a casual shrug.
Something is off about your tone. But he says nothing.
For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.
And then, he notices these earrings you have in.
Large black diamond studs.
“Nice Earrings.” He comments casually. He swears he’s seen them before, but like, recently! It perplexes him a bit and it must show on his face, because you are quick to clear up any confusion.
“Oh, thanks! I wore them last night for the bar and I just forgot to take them out. They aren’t too casual, so I don’t wear them too often.”
And it makes enough sense. Why would you lie to him about something as stupid as that?
Then, when he sees Danny that night, he’s covered in hickeys.
And Sam thinks he might still be drunk or high, or both. Because what the fuck is going on?! You both were acting strange, and he’s noticing these little things, so he decides to confide in Josh and Jake again, who relay their findings, and they decide they must confront Danny together.
Danny is not too shocked when he goes to get undressed and get his makeup removed only to find the boys waiting for him there. It took him a while to get back to the dressing room.
“Oh, hey guys! Sorry, I didn’t realize you were waiting for me. I got caught up talking to one of the security guards and then I got lost, this venue is so damn confusing.” And then Sam knows he’s lying because if HE could figure out how to return to the dressing room, then Danny, who has an amazing sense of direction, definitely could!
“What’s going on with you, Man?” he asks as he begins to wipe the makeup off his face.
“What? Nothing is going on with me, dude, I told you I just got lost.”
“Bullshit,” Josh calls. “You’re distracted, always late, and have suspiciously good jewelry taste as of late!”
“Yeah! And it’s affecting other people too,” Jake recalls, “Even the tech crew has noticed it! Our stage manager, our best friend, is acting weird too, and I have a feeling it’s because of your shady actions!”
And that’s when it hits Sam.
The earrings.
The hickeys.
The necklace.
The lateness.
The god damn hickeys.
“Just be real with us, Danny—” Josh starts, before Sam stands up.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” He gasps.
And that stops everyone in their tracks. He says your name to Danny, and it immediately catches his attention.
“What about them?” He asks.
“Are you sleeping with them?” Sam asks.
“What?! Sammy, c’mon—”
“Daniel Wagner, are you fucking our stage manager?!”
There’s a pause.
“Sammy. You’re acting—”
“Answer the question.”
“No!” He sighs. “I think they are lovely, and I would love to, and I want to take them on dates and woo them, but I am not fucking our stage manager, Sam. You guys are being paranoid. And if you don’t mind I’d prefer they don’t know about the fact that I like them, okay?”
All the other boys nod. Of course, It makes perfect sense! You and Danny both like each other but you aren’t able to tell each other that because of your long-standing friendship, but you’re sharing jewelry as a way of subtly telling each other. And that explains why he was staring at you and Josh the other day! And the hickeys were from other people because you couldn’t have each other! Duh! Maybe he really did get lost going back to the dressing room.
The conversation quickly shifts and moves on from Danny’s confession, and everything is normal. They could help you realize that the feelings were reciprocated.
When Danny eventually makes it out of there, he makes his way back to his hotel room. But on his way up, he quickly checks to see if any of the boys are following him, before making a stop on the way.
The knock on your door doesn’t startle you, in fact, you were kind of ready for it. You had gotten back a little while ago and turned on the shower to let it heat up. When you answer it, you grin up at him and grab his arm, pulling him inside. He shuts the door behind himself, before his arms are around your waist, leaning in for a long kiss.
It’s full of this gentleness that he grants you because, well, he always greets you with one sweet, truly loving kiss.
When he pulls away, he grins back at you.
“Hi, sweets.” He hums.
“Hey, handsome.” You respond, “Did you put the boys to bed like I asked?” He laughs at your phrasing, leaning down to kiss your jaw. And then your neck. Again. And again. And one more time for good measure.
“Mhm. They asked me if we were together though.” He keeps kissing your neck.
“I figured as much; they’ve been acting weird.”
“They might think I have a crush on you, now.” He says between kisses.
“And what would give them that idea?” You ask.
“…The fact that I told them I had a crush on you.”
“Well, do you?”
“Mm... I dunno. Might have to kiss you a few more times before I decide for certain.” You grin.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah... Maybe a little more than kissing too...”
“Well, don’t let me stand in the way of your methods, Danny.”
He grins, and kisses you again, this time, deeper, with none of the gentleness of the initial kiss. But there’s a new feeling you get from him now. Hunger.
And you kiss back, as if you have something deeper than hunger. Starvation, maybe.
And you don’t think either of you will ever be satiated.
By the end of the night, he decides he most definitely has a crush on you.
description: a simple surprise to add a new element in yours and danny’s intimate life was one you would never expect.
word count: 3k+
warnings after cut...
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warnings: minimal plot, smut, (18+ minors dni), soft dom! danny, temperature play (usage of ice cubes!), oral (f! receiving), fingering, dirty talk, minimal begging, some fluff
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“Do you trust me?” Danny asked you. He was sat on the edge of the bed, turned to you, tracing his fingers along the blankets while you sat against the pillows of your shared bed.
The sound of his voice immediately grasped your attention, and you flicked your head to him. “Of course, I do,” you smiled, reaching out for this hand and squeezing it, “why do you ask?”
A smile curled on his lips - one of deviance. He had something planned but had yet to share with you exactly what the particular thought was.
“I wanted to try something new tonight, but I want it to be a surprise.” He leaned in to peck your lips, and you brought your legs from your chest to lay extended onto the mattress. “Are you okay with that?”
You quirked an eyebrow at him. There was no doubt about where your trust with Danny was. He had never misguided you, nor made you sense betrayal in his words and actions.
“Yeah, I’m okay with that.” You brought your hand to his face, cupping his cheek and encapsulating his lips into yours.
He hummed into your lips delightfully as he followed the slow motion of your mouth colliding with his. He brought himself closer to you, placing one hand next to your hip and the other on your cheek. He held you against his mouth, tasting at your lips and tongue as he kissed you.
“You’re going to have to keep your eyes closed.” He said into your lips with a small smile beginning to contort, faltering the motions of his mouth, but falling back into them after his sentence.
You hummed in response. You were too focused on kissing him to properly respond, with the drive of hunger it began to pick up curating quickly.
His tongue glided along your bottom lip, then entered into your mouth and danced with your own. The taste of his minty toothpaste soothed your tastebuds, and you welcomed the familiar flavor by running your hand into the back of his hair and gripping onto it to keep him locked on your lips.
But the surprise of the kiss breaking suddenly had a light whimper trapped behind your lips, struggling to keep your eyes shut as you wanted to view his face in front of yours. You knew his eyes were burning on your body, on your face, and examining you as you sat propped up by your palm flat on the bed.
His touch on your waist drew out a light gasp from you, and you felt his fingers slide under your tank top, slowly bringing it up and over your body. You lifted your arms up, with your eyes still shut, and the loss of clothing seemed to be useless to your increasing body temperature. You began to slip off your pajama shorts in preparation for him, and a light chuckle sounded through his nose. You smiled at the familiar sound, and continued your motions until you were stripped down in your panties alone.
"Keep those on for me, okay?" He tapped at your hip with his finger, and you hummed in response, although the sound was closer to a whine. "I want you to lay down and get comfortable for me, babe." He said into your ear, placing a kiss upon the shell of it.
The unexpected voice at your ear, along with the warm breath that followed out of his nose and hit the side of your face elicited a shiver to roll down your spine. You were stripped of one of your senses, and you didn't realize how desperately you needed your sight until this moment. It was as if you were stepping into foreign territory, and using your hearing as the strongest sense, with your touch close behind.
You obeyed his demand and laid flat on your back, with your hands placed on the lower half of your stomach and situating your head into the pillow that rested behind you. You felt the bed become lighter and listened to Danny's footsteps grow quieter as he left the room.
You lightly shifted amongst the sheets of the bed, running your fingers along the blankets under you to remind you of your surroundings. Your heart rate was only slightly faster than before with sheer anticipation and excitement of the new domain you had entered with your lack of sight. You could consider yourself to have a minute nervousness racking through your body, it was overcome with longing for Danny's presence again. To feel his fingers running up and down your body simply for your pleasure, and comfort you with his touch alone.
Danny had never stripped you of your sight, and you were surprised he didn't just simply blindfold you. But he trusted in you that you'd obey his promise and keep your eyes shut for him.
You heard him enter the room, and a smile curled upon your lips as you placed your hands back onto your stomach and heard something chime as it was set on the table beside yours and Danny's shared bed. He huffed lightly, and your hand crawled off the mattress in search of him. You were met with his hand intertwining with yours, and it raising up to his lips to allow him to press a light, lingering peck onto the back of it.
He set your hand back down and dragged the side of his fingers alongst your cheek, then to your jaw and brought your face towards his direction, sighing pleasantly at the view of your submission.
"So pretty," he groaned, "all for me." You could hear a hilt in his voice, signifying a smile, and that only made you crave his touch more. "If you're ever uncomfortable, just tell me, and I'll stop, okay?"
You turned your head into the palm of his hand and pressed a kiss upon it. "Okay."
His hand fell from your face, and you turned your head back up to the ceiling as you awaited his next move. You listened to the dinging of the material next to you, and you immediately assumed it was something set in a glass. That was your only inference, and as much as you wanted to be surprised, you desperately wanted to know exactly what object he had grabbed.
The bed shifted as he crawled on top of you, with one hand braced on your right side and his body nearly pressed against your own. He relaxed onto his forearm for better support, as his free hand encapsulated the object you had yet to be introduced to. You could feel the tight proximity of his figure above you, and you reached out your hands to run them up his sides and find his face. You desperately wanted to open your eyes, to see his perfectly sculpted face before you.
He captured your lips for a moment, long enough to draw away from you slowly in a teasing manner. His lips traveled to your cheek, then to your neck, and began to suck softly at the skin. You groaned delightfully at his tender motion and felt his teeth bare and nibble right above your collarbone.
His mouth faltered as he left your skin, and he shifted lightly above you. Your hands traveled to the roots of his hair, lightly massaging it and used your hands to be fully aware of where he was moving.
A cool, wet object trailed down your neck. You gasped at the sudden change of temperature, and noticed whatever what it was, was placed in his mouth.
"Danny," you sighed, feeling the object trail to your collarbone and run in the cave of your breasts, "do you, do you have an ice cube in your mouth?"
"Clever girl," he mumbled around the cube, "it is."
You were thankful to have quickly guessed what it was, but kept your eyes closed to allow the travel of the cool object continuously surprise you.
He circled it around your nipple, and your mouth dropped open with an airy moan. The cube battled at your heated skin, nipping at you in a satisfying way. You noticed that it had begun to melt onto his tongue, and eventually dissolve to leave his mouth wet with the brisk substance. Every place the ice cube touched left its mark, leaving any body part it caressed wet.
His tongue swirled around your areola, and his hand ran to your unoccupied breast and toyed at your nipple. You relieved your wanting cunt by pressing your thighs pressing together and rubbing them, and he had noticed the motion quickly.
"A bit impatient tonight." He chuckled, leaving your hardened bud and seemingly reaching for another ice cube as his body laid gently on your own.
"Feels good." You giggled lightly.
"I figured it would." He said to you, dragging the ice cube down your stomach and leaving a trail of liquid to signify his tentative path.
"What made you think of this, anyways?" You said breathlessly. His answer wasn't drawn from him yet, and you felt the ice cube rest inside of your belly button.
"Well," he began, placing his hands on your thighs and spreading your legs slowly, "I saw a clip online from a movie, and I figured we could try it out. Although, candle wax was also used, ice cubes seemed like a better start." He said to you.
You nodded with a hum. "I'd be okay with trying that."
He chuckled lightly. "Good to know, but we'll stick with ice cubes for the night. Not uncomfortable, right?"
You scratched at his head with a smile, keeping your eyes shut and your head tilted up towards the ceiling. "Not even a little bit."
He pressed a kiss on your clothed cunt, and you sighed with relief at the needed friction.
The ice cube that rested in your belly button had begun to melt, and water started to trail around your stomach and drip to the sides. Although you'd consider this specific part a bit uncomfortable, you didn't mind it a bit, and in fact found it soothing against your fiery skin.
He moved once more to grab another ice cube, and you propped your legs up for him as he crawled through them and fell back down between your thighs. He trailed the cube that rested in his mouth down your covered slit, and your hips involuntarily thrusted into the motion with an airy moan. This foreign feeling was alleviating to your aching cunt, and droplets of water began to drip from the cube onto the lace. If you weren't wet before, you definitely were now.
His fingers ran under the hem of your panties, tugging them down agonizingly slow and removing his mouth from your cunt. They fell to your ankles, and Danny aided you by throwing them fully off your body and assumingly to the floor of yours and his's bedroom.
The cube ran down the inside of your thigh, and your mouth was hung agape at the sensation. Breathless moans fell from your lips, and you began to tug at his hair as you felt the ice grow nearer to your heat. But, instead of immediately appeasing your needs, he traveled to your other thigh, and trailed the cube down again until it just barely reached your cunt.
His coarse finger ran up your slit slowly, and you gasped loudly at the needed contact. You began to whine with the loss of his fingers and pierced your bottom lip with your front teeth. Your eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed and a guttural whine beginning to draw from your throat.
"Danny," you dared to beg, "please touch me."
He was always precise with foreplay, to turn you on until you were a whining mess and begging for him with tears pricking at your waterline. But, tonight, he figured picking up the pace on tonight after depriving you of his touch was enough and chose to give in at your first request.
He lightly placed the ice cube that had melted into a smaller form, tenderly sharpened at the front, on your clit and circled it slowly. You moaned, allowing your eyes to flutter as you rolled them into the back of your head from the foreign sensation. Never had his mouth been this cold as he was in between your legs, but you loved the new feeling.
The cube wasn't too bitter against you, although at first it stung at your clit. But as he sucked it down to a smaller shape and tore away the nipping temperature that would usually stick harshly to whatever was placed upon it, it felt gratifying against you. Not too cold upon your skin, and in fact, the contrast had your head spinning.
He dragged the ice cube down your slit, stopping at your entrance and teasing the hole by circling around it. You moaned at the light impact, tugging and pulling at the roots of his hair for him to continue.
"Fuck," you whined, "feels so fucking good."
"Yeah?" He said to you. It wasn't a question that needed confirmation, but you still gave him a pitiful hum of approval.
He dragged the nearly melted ice cube upwards and fell back onto your clit and circled at a steady pace. Your moans became more frequent, starting quiet, but grew as you felt his tongue begin to reach your clit while the cube melted against it. His mouth was dripping with the ice, and you felt a droplet fall down your cunt and trail to your entrance.
You rolled your hips into his motions, feeling only his tongue and no longer the cool object. The melted cube at your belly button dripped up your stomach, and the water played at your skin and coated your stomach completely.
He was ravenous against your clit, licking and swirling his tongue to drive you to your ultimate release. He dipped his fingers into the liquid at your belly button, scooping it up and allowing it to settle on the pads of his fingertips as he sunk them into your entrance. His other hand pressed down harshly on the top of your thigh to keep you in place. You gasped loudly as he curled them inside of you, and you could just barely feel the difference in temperature. His mouth stayed cool, but his fingers eventually matched your warmth.
He flattened his tongue and quickly lapped up the sweet taste of you that was an addictive drug to him, finding your clit and sucking hungrily as his tongue worked marvelously against you. His fingers pumped in and out of you quickly, while his mouth matched his speed.
The inner coil in your stomach tightened, begging to be unraveled. His mouth was slowly becoming warmer, but still wet with spit and the remaining liquid from the ice cube. You began to crave the cold temperature against you, and you thanked your lucky stars his tongue was still cool enough.
You wanted to resist your orgasm, to have Danny work at you forever, but holding it back for longer became tougher by the second. You were writhing against him, letting his name and other incoherent begs and praises fall from your open mouth. He knew how close you were and began to pierce the sweet spot inside of you with each reentry of his fingers.
You warned him of your release quickly approaching, and that had him humming against you pleasurably and begging for your orgasm to coat his fingers with his speed. And you tugged at his roots roughly, feeling your orgasm overtake you as your thighs muffled his ears, and a load moan escaping your mouth and echoing off the walls. Your entire body shook, white flashing behind your eyes and your back arching off the bed as he rode your orgasm out for you with a slower pace of his tongue.
His fingers stilled inside of you, and heretracted them from you slowly. You groaned at the loss but dared to finally open your eyes and look down to him.
Danny's hair was a bit astray from its original placement. You removed your hands from the roots, and you noticed how his eyes were blown out with lust. He had a delightful grin plastered on his plump lips, with his chin glistening with the mixture of your release and the cube that melted into water. You missed looking at him in between your legs, so the sight of him below you had your face flushing pink, and your smile softening.
Your chest heaved as you relaxed your body, and he stood up and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. His hands ran alongst your bare breasts, then to your face and cradled your cheek.
"I didn't expect that when you told me to close my eyes." You said softly to him.
He looked at you with slight confusion and huffed a laugh. "What did you expect?"
"I don't know," you giggled, "but I surprisingly really liked that."
"I'm glad." He said and tucked your hair behind your ear while wearing a genuine smile on his face.
You looked over at the nightstand, noticing that a few ice cubes in the clear glass still rested in it at a perfect state, with condensation trickled around the cup. You looked back to him with a quirked brow, and a smile of intent.
"What's on your mind, babe?" He pressed.
"Think I could try it on you?" You shrugged.
He turned to the cup, and back to you. "I don't see why not." He said to you and captured your lips with a tender kiss.
pairing: vampire!danny x reader | word count: 3k | warnings: swear words, blood, negative self-talk, kissing, manipulation (depending on how you read danny’s intentions), light gore (not really but i feel like i should put this just in case) | my masterlist
summary: danny goes to comfort the reader after a rough day, but tensions rise as his behavior suggests that he may be hiding a strange secret
author’s note: first of all, apologies bc that summary is terrible. but anyway, this fic is a bit different from my other works, but it was really fun to write. i hope y’all like it!! also letting y’all know ahead of time: the vampire themes are very light until the end
You walked into your apartment and slammed the door behind you, turning the deadbolt into place and sliding your chain lock before you slumped into the nearest kitchen chair. Your head quickly found its way into your hands as sobs shook through your frame.
For the last month you had been able to hold yourself together, but today was your breaking point. All you could see when you closed your eyes was your ex’s face as he smiled and flirted with your coworker. Their laughter rang through your ears, deepening your heart’s wounds with every echo. You didn’t even miss him or want to be with him, but somehow you couldn’t help but be angry with yourself, thinking of all the things you might have done to drive him away. You tried to remind yourself that the split was never your fault, but as hot tears painted your cheeks the idea seemed harder and harder to believe. So there you sat, weeping into your hands as cries filled the air of your empty apartment.
As seconds turned to minutes your eyes began to dry, and your sobs faded to muted whimpers. Your eyes scanned the kitchen and the living room beyond it, and you decided that to spend the evening alone would be unbearable. You pulled out your phone and dialed the one person you know you could turn to. After a few moments, he finally answered.
“Hey, what’s up?” Danny greeted. Just hearing his voice was enough to help you calm down.
“Hey, Danny. Um, would you maybe want to come over this afternoon? I had a bad day at work and could use the company,” you asked him.
His answer was immediate. “Of course. I’ll be over in about ten minutes. You okay? Do you need me to bring anything?”
The questions were enough to make you want to burst into tears again, but you fought them back enough to answer him with a quick, “Nope, just yourself. I’ll see you when you get here. Thanks so much, Danny.”
“Okay then,” he replied, “I’ll see you soon.” You both said your goodbyes, and you reluctantly hung up. The temporary comfort your call with Danny gave you soon began to fade as you realized that you were still alone in your apartment. You decided to hop in the shower, hoping to distract yourself from the looming emptiness of your home.
Your steps were slow but determined as you made your way to the bathroom, and upon entering the room you began to methodically peel your clothes from your body. As you stepped into the shower and felt the warm water cascade down your figure you could sense the muscles in your shoulders slowly losing their tension. The stress gradually lessened and flowed away like the water running towards the drain, and you began to feel better. You decided to grab your razor, lazily shaving the lower portion of your legs. This proved to not be the best idea, however, as your last stroke resulted in a small cut forming on your shin. It wasn’t incredibly painful, but it still left a small trail of blood down your leg. You moved the shower head to rinse the crimson liquid away and cursed under your breath.
You finished your shower and grabbed a towel, quickly drying yourself off. Realizing you forgot to grab a set of pajamas before you came into the bathroom, you opted to slip on your robe for the meantime. You began to brush your hair until you were interrupted by a knock at your door. Figuring it must be Danny, you put down your brush and tightened your robe before going to let him in.
As you swung open the door, you were greeted by your friend’s warm smile. He looked incredibly comfy, clad in a pair of sweatpants and a faded band tee that exposed just a bit of his midriff when he raised his hand to scratch the back of his neck. Taking note of his outfit, you suddenly remembered that you were wrapped in just your bathrobe, making a small blush creep across your face.
“Hey,” you greeted him, “I’m so glad you came. Um, I just got out the shower, so I’m gonna go run and put on some pajamas real quick, but you can come in and make yourself at home while I do that.” You opened the door wider to give him room to walk in past you.
Danny gave a small chuckle before answering you with a soft “Alright, take your time. No rush.”
You smiled at him and thanked him before walking to your bedroom. You threw off your robe and got dressed, deciding to wear an oversized t-shirt with a small pair of sleep shorts that had honestly seen better days.
When you exited your room, Danny was seated on your couch, scrolling on his phone and absentmindedly tapping a beat on his thigh. You loved that even when his mind wasn’t on it, he was making music. For a second you debated leaving him in this state, but decided against it, clearing your throat and giving him a small, “Hey. Thanks for coming over.”
He smiled up at you, tossing his phone to the side as you came to sit on the recliner to his left. “It’s no problem,” he responded, “Just being a good friend. So what happened? Do you wanna talk about it?”
You let out a long sigh, considering if you even wanted to get into the whole mess that led you here, but you ultimately decided that it would be unfair to call Danny over and not even tell him what was going on. “It’s Jason,” you started, “It’s been about a month since the breakup, and I’d been doing so well, y’know? Like I barely even looked at him at work, and when I did, I didn’t wanna break down or scream at him or anything. I think the feelings had finally started to fade away like everyone said they would.” Danny silently nodded and waited for you to continue.
You took another deep breath before going on, “But then today I was in the break room, and I hear someone laughing or whatever, and I look and he’s talking to Melanie. I could tell by the look on his face that he was flirting with her, and from the way she was laughing he must have been really laying it on thick. I mean, how could he do that? I know we’re broken up, but do you have to flirt with someone right in front of me? And why Melanie? We’re not super close or anything, but we are work friends, and he knows that! Plus, it doesn’t help that she looks like the exact opposite of me. I mean, he couldn’t make it less obvious that he doesn’t want me if he tried. I probably disgust him.” A sob rips it way out of your throat. You didn’t know when you had started crying but now it felt like you couldn’t stop. The tears poured out of your body in a way that you couldn’t control.
Danny eyed you sympathetically before reaching out his hands, grasping yours in a firm yet comforting grip. “Hey, hey,” he cooed, “It’s alright. Jason was an asshole. Hell, he still is an asshole, and if he can’t see what a knockout you are, that’s his loss, okay? You’re funny and beautiful, and any guy would be lucky to get the chance to make you happy. Besides, who cares what he thinks anyway? He’s a grown man who wears enough Axe body spray to give a middle school basketball team a run for their money.”
Your sobs turned into small giggles after his comment, eventually shifting into a full-on fit of laughter. “Yeah, I guess you have a point there,” you answered once you finally began to regain your composure.
Danny held his hands up in mock innocence. “It had to be said,” he joked. A small smile graced his features, and you were reminded of how incredibly warm his presence was. His kind personality permeated your body, always making you feel at home. This warmth suddenly faltered, however, as Danny’s smile briefly fell. Your brows knit in confusion, and you followed his line of sight, realizing his gaze was on your shin.
Your cut had seemingly reopened, leaving a small trail of blood that leaked from your leg onto the recliner. A small gasp left your lips. “Oh fuck, I thought that had stopped bleeding,” you sighed, bringing a hand to the small wound, hoping to stop the bleeding.
“You need to put a bandaid on that,” Danny advised, a hint of concern now painting his features.
“Yeah,” you agreed, “Can you grab me a bandaid? I have some in the bathroom cabinet. Bottom shelf.”
“Uh, yeah,” he replied, rushing to the bathroom. He returned in seconds with a bandaid. “There you go,” he said, handing it to you.
“Thanks,” you responded, quickly opening the packaging. As you took your hand off of your leg, you noticed that Danny turned his head, seemingly not wanting to look at the cut. “What’s the matter Daniel?” you teased, “Blood makes you squeamish?”
He visibly tensed. “Uh, something like that,” he answered.
You let out a small hum in reply. You thought it was a bit odd that he seemed so bothered over a small cut, but you didn’t say anything. Some people just can’t handle the sight of blood, you supposed.
Once you were sure that your wound was covered, you stood up and looked to Danny. He shot you a somewhat weak smile, one that didn’t carry the warmth of his typical expression. In fact, something felt a bit off about his grin. It somehow felt darker. In all honesty, it was the kind of smile that would send shivers down your spine if it came from anyone but Danny.
You must have been staring at him as these thoughts raced through your mind because he soon regained your attention with a reluctant, “What?”
You shook your head. “Nothing,” you replied, “Something just looked… different about your face for a second. Like maybe you had vampire teeth or something.” A small laugh left your lips at the idea.
Danny was quick to join in the laughter. “Sounds like somebody’s imagination is playing tricks on them,” he quipped, “No fangs here.”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, well, don’t get any funny ideas, Wagner. I’ve got a shit ton of garlic in the kitchen,” you warned.
He nodded, “Yes ma’am.”
A giggle escaped your lips before you turned your attention to the small spot of blood left on the recliner. “I guess I better try to get that up before it stains the chair,” you sighed, earning a nod from Danny. You walked to the kitchen, pulling a bottle of cleaner out from under the sink and grabbing a wad of paper towels. You turned on the sink, wetting the paper towels and wringing them out. Moments later you walked into the living room and knelt in front of the recliner. You sprayed the spot with cleaner and began to scrub away with the paper towels, hoping to remove the mark. After a few moments you pulled back your hand and saw that the spot was slowly fading. You got up and handed the spray bottle to Danny. “Can you just spray the chair again?,” you asked, “I’m gonna grab some more paper towels.”
He responded with a hesitant nod and a quiet “uh, sure, yeah,” as you left the room.
“I’m sorry about all this,” you called from the kitchen, “I didn’t mean for you to come here and get all squeamish. I’m sure this is a bit weird.” A moment passed, and you heard no reply from Danny. Thinking this was odd, you began to walk faster towards the living room, wanting to make sure your friend was okay. As you stepped into the room, you saw him standing at the recliner, staring at it as if he was in a trance. “Hey,” you spoke up, “You alright?”
He gave his head a brief shake before responding, “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” He turned to you, blinking his eyes to seemingly refocus his concentration. It was hard to tell, but you could swear that his pupils had been blown wide, almost in an unnatural way, making his normal warm gaze look like a dark glare. Your eyes flitted down to his teeth, which yet again bore that wicked, sharp look. A brief moment of fear overtook you, but you tried to remain calm, telling yourself that this was all your imagination, and even if it wasn’t, Danny would never hurt you.
You were pulled from these thoughts as he gave your shoulder a small nudge. “You okay?,” he asked.
“Yeah,” you began to answer, “I just- you had that kinda different look on your face again.”
His body tensed, but only for a moment. “Oh,” he replied, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to freak you out. It’s probably just me still being a bit off because of the cut and everything.” He anxiously raised a hand to rub the back of his neck before letting it fall back at his side.
“Oh my god,” you replied, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize that kind of thing bothered you so much. Do you need to sit down? Can I help at all?”
He turned towards you, though his eyes never seemed to meet your gaze. “No, no, it’s okay. I actually should probably get going. I, um, have to get up early in the morning, anyway. Plus, you had a rough day today, so I don’t wanna be in the way or anything,” he assures you.
“Danny, it’s really no problem. Besides, I don’t think you should be driving home if you’re gonna feel nauseous or light-headed or anything,” you countered.
He shook his head. “No, I’ll be okay. I just really need to get home,” he insisted.
“I don’t know,” you began, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Danny. I really would feel a lot better if you’d stay here. Or maybe I can drive you home? I can stay there with you or just drop you off?”
He shook his head again at your offer, and when he replied, his voice came out harder. “Thanks, but I’m good. I just need to be alone okay. I need to get out of here,” he explained.
Your brows knit, feeling that something was off. “Danny, is something going on?” you asked, “You’re being kind of weird. Is there something else that you don’t want to tell me?”
He was growing visibly frustrated, and you could feel the tension in the room getting thicker by the second. He ran a hand down his face and groaned before responding, “Look, I can’t get into this right now, okay? Just let me get out of here, and we’ll talk about it later.”
He reached his hand out to grab his keys but you grabbed his wrist, stopping his movement. “Danny, look. I don’t want to pry, but you’re being weird, and it’s really freaking me out. I need you to tell me what’s happening right now,” you demanded.
Before Danny could think, he responded with the first words on his mind: “I just can’t be around you, okay?” Immediately after speaking you could see the regret on his face, but it was too late.
“So that’s what this is about?” you ask him, “Why did you even come then? If I bother you that much-“
“It’s not like that!,” he tried to interject, “I just-“
“Then what is it like, Danny?” you questioned, “I don’t understand how else I could interpret you saying that.”
He let out a long sigh before answering. “I can’t be around you because I can’t resist you.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but it rang louder than ever in your mind.
“What?” you asked, frozen with shock.
“I can’t resist you,” he repeated, “Everything about you is just impossible for me to stay away from. The sound of your voice, your smile, the way you fucking smell. It all drives me insane. I want to take it all in until it’s burned into my mind and my memory, but I know that you don’t want that, so it’s easier for the both of us if I just stay away.”
You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, letting the weight of what Danny said wash over you. Then, your feet began to move, bringing you towards him. You pulled him down to you, crashing your lips onto his. After a moment’s hesitation, he returned the kiss with all of the passion in his being. His hands roamed your body, feeling every curve as you pressed yourself closer to him, desperate to become a part of him. Your lips traveled up his jaw, peppering hungry kisses that caused a groan to rise from his throat. His lips matched yours in fervor, moving to your throat and sucking at the hollow of your neck. Small, sharp gasps left your mouth as his kisses became rougher and sloppier and his grip on you tightened, practically holding you in place.
Suddenly, you felt his teeth latch onto your neck. The sensation was overwhelming, and soon the lines between pleasure and pain began to blur. You were still lost in the passion between the two of you when you felt a sharp pain on your neck as Danny’s teeth pierced your skin followed by the pressure of him sucking on your wound. “Danny?” you asked, worry in your voice, “What are you doing?”
His grip moved up to your neck, holding your head in place. “Just having a taste, baby,” he growled, his voice filled with hunger and lust, “just a taste.”
A loud gasp left your lips and your hands dug into his shoulders, but it was all too late. Your vision faded to black, the feeling of Danny’s lips on your neck the last thing on your mind before you slipped out of consciousness.
Summary: You were feeling a bit cheeky on your day off with Danny and decided to forgo your panties and bra. Shenanigans ensue when Danny realizes.
I suggest this song as a background to reading this short first fic.
Warnings: smut (minors dni, i’m serious), unprotected p in v sex (please wrap it, loves), a praise kink if you squint, slight exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk.
thank you so very much to @dannyandthekiszkas for the inspo and also the editing eyes. you’re the best, babe. 😘
As you were getting ready for the day, you chuckled to yourself realizing you could do something that would rile Danny up in the best way possible. Your skirt was long enough to cover your ass and most of your upper thighs, but short enough that he’d be able to tell if you didn’t put your panties on. It was a nice day, and you felt a bit sexier than normal, so you figured why the hell not and went for it. You sent out a little message to the universe to help you make sure he noticed at some point during your day out in town.
“You ready to go, darling?” Danny called from down the hall. You gave yourself one last smirk in the bathroom mirror as you turned the light off and padded down the hallway to meet him in the foyer of your place together.
“Yes, baby, I’m good to go.” You placed a kiss on his lips, squeezing his bicep as you dropped down to grab your shoes to slip on before you two left for the day.
***
The two of you had been walking in and out of shops for a few hours after grabbing coffees and croissants at your favorite local bakery on the way into town. The early afternoon sun glinted off of Danny’s curls beautifully. Sometimes you just stopped and stared at him as he went about mundane things like sorting through records or looking at silly cards on a spinning rack. He was breathtaking and you never got over the sight of him.
He caught you looking at him like that in the soap and natural oils shop you were currently in, his mouth in a lopsided smile as he looked you up and down.
“Whatcha thinking about, darling? Anything I can help you with?” he smirked. You turned on your heel, glancing back over your shoulder to ensure he was looking at your ass as you swung your hips walking away.
“Nothing at the moment, babe. But I’ll let you know if I think of anything.” You smiled to yourself as you heard his sharp intake of breath. He’d noticed, you just knew it.
You felt him come up behind you, grabbing onto your hip to pull you a little closer to him. His hot breath was on your ear, you felt him open his mouth.
“You’re not wearing any panties, are you, darling?”
You grinned to yourself as you told him that, no, in fact, you were not wearing any panties beneath your skirt. Too much clothing for your liking today.
His fingers gripped your hip tighter, his breath coming in short bursts against your ear telling you that you needed to return to his car immediately. He grabbed your hand, holding it tightly while he turned the two of you around towards the exit.
You couldn’t help the smile that was plastered across your face, the heat creeping up your chest, neck, and towards your cheeks as you thought of what was in store once you reached his car in its shaded and secluded secret parking spot. The joys of having a boyfriend who knew the local secret spots to park.
His strides seemed to be getting longer and longer as you got closer. You were out of breath by the time you reached his car. He pulled you by your hand to place you between his body and the side of the car, effectively trapping you. Not that you’d want to be anywhere else in the world.
“Do you know how crazy you drive me when you do this?”
You stared into his hazel eyes that were quickly being swallowed whole by his dilating pupils. You decided to play coy saying, “I don’t think I do know, can you tell me about it, Danny?”
Your hands trailed up and down his arms which were locked on either side of your head, leaning against the car. His face was inches from yours, you could feel every breath he was taking. He exhaled slowly, his eyes boring into yours. You pushed your hips forward to feel some sort of pressure between your legs, you were throbbing from the anticipation. Waiting with bated breath to hear what he said next.
“The way I want to throw you in the back seat of my car and take you til you’re a moaning mess around my cock, have you moaning my name as I make you cum around me…that’s what you wearing no panties underneath that sweet little skirt does to me, darling.”
You inhaled deeply at his words, goosebumps raising along your skin before he even touched you with his hands. You wanted to crash your lips against his, but you wanted to make him kiss you first, so you made your eyes even wider than they already were, looking up at him through your lashes.
“That sounds absolutely delicious, can we do that now?”
It worked like a charm. He tilted your head up with his hand underneath your chin and his lips were on yours in seconds. You pulled him closer to your body, grinding your hips against him, your hands tangled in his curls. The feel of his lips on yours drove you insane, you needed more.
His hands moved from your face down your body, one taking a hold of your neck lightly while the other traveled further to grab a handful of your ass, which was barely clad in your now rising skirt. You couldn't help the moan that left your mouth when his hands hiked up your skirt further so he could touch the skin of your ass directly. You shivered slightly at the cool air that went in between your legs and touched your aching core.
“Danny, I need you to open the door now, I need you on top of me.”
He groaned into your mouth, nodding his agreement. You kept your hands on his body as he shifted slightly to pull the key fob out of his pocket.
“Please, hurry, baby, fuck…” Your chest was heaving as he finally got the doors unlocked and pushed you gently backwards into the back seat. The sight of him crawling on top of you took your breath away. He was so beautiful with his curls messily framing his face, his kiss swollen lips parted and pink and his eyes almost black from lust.
Your hands instantly moved to pull his t-shirt up and over his head. Once his chest was bare, you moved your hands to help him undo his belt buckle, button and zipper of his jeans. He pushed the waist of them down, freeing his hard cock. You moaned at the sight as it rested heavily on your inner thigh.
“Fuck, baby, I wanna taste you, but this space doesn’t really allow for that now does it?” he breathed into your mouth, smiling softly. “I think I have an idea though on how to help me get that.” His eyes sparkled mischievously as he walked his fingers over your heated skin, slowing by your cleavage. He tugged gently on your tucked-in silk tank so it was pulled out of your hiked up skirt. His fingers brushed along your nipples as he took the sight in. Of course, it was a shirt that also didn’t require any undergarments.
You gasped at his touch, relishing in the feeling of his guitar-hardened fingertips and how they could manipulate your skin so easily.
“Danny, please I need your fingers inside of me, please baby.” You begged.
He kissed your nose gently, moving down to your mouth as he did what was asked of him, sinking two of his fingers into you and curling them upwards.
You let out a moan, throwing your head back. One hand clawed into his back, the other snaking down to wrap itself around his heavy cock. He groaned into your neck when your fingers got a good grip. You matched each others’ rhythms, you pulling back and forth against his skin, him going in and out of you. Your wetness dripped down your thighs and his hand.
“God, you feel so good around my fingers. Fuck, darling.” Danny’s words made your pussy clench. You were a moaning mess underneath him.
“I’m gonna cum like this if you keep going, baby…” You breathed out, your eyes half lidded and fingers tightening around his length in your hand.
He groaned and stopped his movements, locking eyes with you as he removed his fingers from inside of you. He lightly tapped your swollen clit before bringing his hand up to his mouth and placing his fingers on his tongue. He sucked your arousal off of them, making your stomach drop with lust.
“Fuuuck, Danny, jesus christ.” You couldn't help the expletives that spilled from your mouth at the sight of him enjoying the way you tasted.
“I told you I wanted to taste you, didn’t I? Wanna taste yourself?”
You nodded your head slightly and he pushed his fingers past your own lips. You shut your eyes and swirled your tongue around his finger tips, relishing in the taste of your pussy on his fingers. Your eyes slowly fluttered open and you saw Danny staring at you intently with a slight grin on his face.
“You are so fucking hot.”
You pulled his hand so his fingers slowly slid out of your mouth, “Thanks, baby, now if you don’t fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours, I may just never let you taste me again.”
“As you wish, darling,” he nodded, taking hold of himself and guiding his tip towards your slick entrance.
You opened your legs a little wider, as much as the confines of the back seat would allow. You watched with lust filled eyes as the tip of his swollen cock pushed into you. The stretch of him as he slid further forced the breath from your lungs. He moaned as he pushed all of the way inside of you, stilling for a few moments to allow you to adjust to him.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So hot and wet around me, are you ready, darling?” His forehead rested against yours, his eyes connected to your own.
“Yes, fuck, yes, please move, Danny,” you nodded and moaned when he pulled out and pushed back into you. You lifted your hips with every thrust of his, allowing for extra friction on your clit where your pelvises met. You grabbed his ass, helping him push deeper inside of you. The moans leaving your mouth were filthy but you couldn't help them, his cock made you feel too good.
“God, I fucking love how you moan for me. You’re so pretty when you sound like that,'' Danny breathed his words into your face. Your skin was on fire, you could feel the tension building quickly in your lower belly. You brought your right hand up to play with your nipple as Danny lowered his head to catch the other in his mouth. This caused you to throw your head back once again, pushing your hips up desperately as his cock twitched inside of you.
“Fuck, baby, keep doing that, I’m gonna…I’m gonna-” you felt your orgasm take you under.
“Yes, darling, that’s it, I’ve got you, you’re so beautiful when you cum on my cock.”
Your entire body shook and goosebumps raised along your skin as you came down, opening your eyes to peer at the man who just made the earth shake around you.
“Jesus christ, I love you and that mouth of yours.” He laughed at your words and kissed you hard, slowing his pace a little so as to not overstimulate you.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m good. I wanna feel you cum inside of me.” He pulled back from your mouth, and if it was possible, his pupils dilated even more.
“Fuck…yes, okay, darling. Whatever you want.” He picked up his pace, nestling his head in the crook of your neck to better breathe in your scent. You could feel his hips begin to stutter in their rhythm so you hooked your ankles around him and helped push him deeper inside of you, clenching your pussy muscles around him. He let out a deep moan in your ear and you felt his hot seed spill into you. As he came down, you kissed along his freckle-spattered shoulder, trailing up his neck and slipping your fingers into his curls.
He pulled away from your neck to look at you once more, his eyes filled with love and adoration.
“God, I love you so much, Y/N,” his words said with a smile that wrinkled the skin around his eyes. You kissed his nose, “I love you too, Danny. Guess I should not wear my panties more often, huh?”
He chuckled and kissed your forehead, before slowly pulling out of you and reaching for some tissues he kept in his center divide to help clean you up.
“Yes, I think that would be a good thing. Though I’m not done with you yet. Let’s get home, we’ve got all night, darling.” He grinned at you and you couldn't help the butterflies that filled your tummy as you thought of all that was to come.
Summary: Y/N gets set up for a blind date with a total asshole, credits to one of their friends. The night is going terribly until she meets a handsome stranger at the bar...
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! Strangers to Lovers Danny! Unprotected Sex, Oral (f receiving), Slight Bondage, Use of Whips, Language, Alcohol Consumption, uhm.. I think that’s it?
Word Count: 5.8K
M A S T E R L I S T
“It was crazy! That part was one of the wildest parties I’ve ever been to, especially for a work function. We probably spent a couple grand putting that thing together. Not that it was a huge deal considering that’s like loose change to me, but it was still wild.” The guy in front of you laughed. You pulled a fake smile before taking a sip of your drink.
You were on one of the worst blind dates of your life. You had been going on dates for a while, just trying to find somebody who made you genuinely happy. You were so tired of the shitty dates that lead to one-night stands and you would never hear from them again. It was exhausting. This guy though? He was the worst to fucking date. So far he has just talked about himself the entire night, about how much money he makes like it’s some huge deal, all of the lame-ass parties he’s been to and he hasn’t even let you get a word in edge-wise. He ordered your food for you, never even stopping to ask what you wanted. At one point he had even mentioned something about a girl he had slept with and proceeded to talk about it in vague detail. You were over it, this guy was nothing but one giant red flag.
“Sounds crazy.” You nodded your head and looked around the restaurant, trying to avert your attention elsewhere.
“It was! I mean who knew an office party could get that wild? There weren’t really any women there so that’s probably why. No drama.” He nodded his head and you just looked at him, raising your brows. Are you actually fucking serious?
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, finishing off your drink. You needed to find a way to get out of here but you didn’t want to be rude and just leave. Granted this guy deserved every little bit of it but that just wasn’t you.
“Will you excuse me?” You smiled softly and stood up to make your way to the bathroom. He just shrugged and nodded his head. You sighed as you walked to the bathroom. You debated on grabbing another drink since you had to walk past the bar but you decided against it. On the way, you made eye contact with one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. His hair fell delicately around his face, blonde highlights scattered throughout, his eyes a beautiful shade of brown, and his lips were the perfect shade of pink. He looked you up and down before he gave you a soft smile, taking a sip of his drink. Whiskey you assumed. You smirked at him and turned to go into the bathroom.
You stood in front of the mirror, giving your appearance a once over trying to see if there was anything that could be making this date go so horribly wrong. You shook your head and tried to rid the thoughts from your mind.
“This is because of him, not you.” You whispered to yourself as you stared at yourself, observing your outfit. You adjusted the red suit jacket that sat perfectly along your shoulders and adjusted your breasts in the lacy body suit you wore under it. You pulled a small tube of lipstick out of your clutch and touch up your lips before putting the cap back on and closing the clutch back up.
You adjusted your hair as you walked out of the bathroom, your heels clicking against the tile. You walked past the handsome stranger again and scanned his body as you continued to walk to your table. As soon as you sat down, the guy in front of you just continued on about whatever stupid story he was telling. At this point, you couldn’t even hear anything he was saying.
You looked over at the bar to see the mysterious man making direct eye contact with you. He waved and you gave a small smile. You looked back at your ‘date’ and he hadn’t even noticed that you weren’t paying attention. You looked back at the handsome stranger as he had his back leaned against the bar, drink in his hand.
“Need help?” He mouthed to you. You were taken aback by the question but you were desperate to get out of this date. You nodded your head ever so slightly and he noticed. He finished off his drink before he sat it down on the bar and stood up, making his way over to your table.
You sat up in your seat, focusing your attention on the annoying man— correction, boy, in front of you. You smiled at him and nodded your head as he continued to talk.
“Hi. It’s been a while, stranger.” The handsome man stood next to your table and he looked at you, completely ignoring your date sitting across from you.
“Oh my gosh, hi!” You stood up and gave the stranger a hug, acting as if you’d known him forever. As the side of your head brushed past him, you whispered a ‘thank you'.
“Uh hello?” The prick sitting down at the table scoffed and you both pulled away from the hug. You both looked at him and his brows were raised, an obviously irritated expression on his face.
“Danny, a long-time friend.” The stranger, whose name you now learned was Danny, introduced himself to your date even though he didn’t need to.
“Scott.” Your date said simply as he stood up, clearly annoyed. He took a sip of his drink and stiffened up, trying to compare himself to Danny. Wasn’t even close.
“Nice to meet you, Scott.” Danny smiled and tried to shake Scott’s hand, but he just looked at his hand before looking back at Danny.
“Yeah, likewise. If you don’t mind we’re kind of on a date here.” Scott gestured to you and then back to himself.
“Seriously?” You scoffed, an annoyed smile on your face. Scott gave you a confused look before sitting down and you continued to laugh.
“Yeah, a date my fucking ass. Listen, I’ve been on a lot of dates, and I mean a lot, and you are by far the worst guy I’ve ever met in my entire life. You talked about yourself the entire time, not even letting me get a word in edge-wise. For fucks sake, you even talked about hooking up with one of your past dates. This has to be a joke.” You shook your head and grabbed your clutch from the table.
“Y/N, come on, don’t be a bitch.” Scott scoffed and this was your final straw. You grabbed the glass of water that was sitting on the table and threw it in his face. You heard a couple of the tables surrounding you gasp and a few even laughed.
“What the fuck!” He shouted and you wrapped your arm around Danny's. He definitely gained the attention of some of the surrounding tables and you could feel heat start to creep onto your cheeks. You wanted to get out of this situation as fast as you could. You both started to walk towards the bar before you stopped to get in a final word.
“Thanks for the salad. Dick.” You rolled your eyes and continued to walk to the bar with Danny. As the two of you sat down, you burst into a fit of laughter.
“Wow… that was by far one of the worst dates I’ve ever been on.” You shook your head and looked at Danny who had an amused smile on his face.
“Guy seemed like a prick.” He waved over the bartender and he came over a moment later.
“What can I get for you?” A short woman smiled as she waited for us to give our drink order.
“I’ll have another whiskey, and the lady will have…” Danny ordered his drink and looked at you, waiting for you to give your order.
“Rosé, please.”
“The lady will have a rosé,” Danny repeated and she nodded, going to get the drinks. You turned your head towards Danny and you smiled at him, observing his features. He turned his head to face you and he eyed you up and down once more.
“So stranger, I never did learn your name.” He pulled his bottom lip in between his thumb and forefinger.
“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake and he took it with a firm grip and shook it three times.
“Daniel Wagner, it’s very nice to meet you,” He nodded his head once and turned toward the bartender who sat down the drinks in front of the both of you. You grabbed your glass of wine and took a sip, while Danny took a sip of his whiskey.
“Also, you’re right, that guy was a prick.” You shook your head and sat your glass back down on the bar before crossing your legs and setting your hands on your knee.
“How do you even know him?” He asked curiously, taking another sip of his drink.
“Blind date. One of my friends set me up with him for god knows why so safe to say I won’t be taking her recommendations anymore. God, I’m so over dating.” You shook your head, looking toward the ground.
“That’s a shame.” You looked back up to meet Danny's eyes and the two of you just stared at each other for a moment.
“What makes you say that?” You questioned, trying to egg him on. He smiled as he looked down at the floor and back up at you again.
“I mean, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t give up on dating. I mean who knows, there could be some extremely handsome guy who wants to take her out who isn’t a total fuck.” Danny shrugged and turned toward you, knees facing each other. He took another sip of his drink and leaned one of his arms against the bar.
“Mmm, a shame I’ll never get to experience that,” you sighed, shaking your head and taking another sip of your drink, obviously catching onto what he was implying. Danny raised his brow at you and the simple look sent butterflies through your stomach. He was extremely attractive and something about his stare was intimidating.
“Do you want to go somewhere with me, Y/N?” He asked suddenly. You let out a small laugh and stared at him for a moment before realizing he was serious.
“Wait, like actually? How do I know you’re not going to murder me once we leave?” You questioned.
“Does this look like a face of a murder?” He raised a brow, setting the back side of his hand under his chin.
“Yes very much so. I mean come on. Bundy? Richard Ramirez? Dahmer? They were all attractive yet still killed people.” You deadpanned. Danny stared at you not even knowing what to say.
“I mean.. yeah I guess you have a point. But that’s a part of the thrill isn’t it?” He smiled and you laughed at his comment. You both finished off your drinks and you stood up, reaching your hand out for him to grab. You still had the thought in the back of your mind that this could potentially be a bad idea, but a large part of you was telling you to just go for it.
“Where are we going, Wagner?” Danny stood up and grabbed your hand. He quickly closed out his tab and started leading you toward the exit. Unfortunately, you had to walk past Scott’s table and he glared at the two of you as you made your way toward the exit.
“Stupid fucking bitch,” you heard Scott mumble under his breath. Before you had a chance to turn around, Danny's hand left yours and he strode over to Scott’s table. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and practically lifted him out of his chair. There was an instant look of panic that washed over his face. He looked like he was going to throw up.
“Call her a bitch or any sort of name again and see what the fuck happens.” Danny hissed and stared into his eyes and all Scott could do was quickly nod his head. The simple act sent heat to your core and you bit your lip. Something about Danny looking pissed off was extremely sexy. You shook your head slightly, trying to get rid of the thoughts since you had just met this man. But dear god he was sexy.
“Good, glad we’re on the same page.” Danny smiled and let go of Scott’s collar, causing him to fall back into his chair, looking up at Danny with a face of horror. He turned around and walked back towards you, resting his hand in yours again. The two of you walked out of the building as soon as you got out the doors. You pushed Danny against the wall of the restaurant, immediately kissing him. You could tell that the action caught him off guard but it was only seconds later that he began to kiss you back.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Dany pulled away, a smirk on his face. His hands rested themselves on your sides and he towered over you. You laughed once you realized what you had done.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I don't think I've ever had somebody do something like that for me.” You admitted, a blush creeping onto your face. You took a step back away from him but he grabbed your waist firmly, pulling you closer to him. He leaned down and kissed you again, a lot gentler than you had done to him. You damn near melted into his touch. You put your hands on his arms, feeling his muscles through his suit.
“Forgive me for being so straightforward, but can I please take you home?” You pulled away, looking up into his eyes to read his expression. Danny nodded his head and started pulling you towards the parking lot. You followed behind him, your hand resting in his.
"Danny, what if I drove here?" You asked with a slight laugh. Danny stopped and faced you.
"Shit, did you drive yourself? That asshole didn't even have the decency to pick you up?" He looked at you absolutely dumbfounded.
"I'm kidding. I took a cab." You laughed and you both started walking to the parking lot again. You looked at the side of Danny's face to see the silly little grin he had on his face. You eventually reached his car and he opened the passenger side door for you before you got in. He jogged over to the driver's side and hopped in, letting his car roar to life.
During the car ride, you told Danny where to go and you both engaged in subtle conversation. It was only about fifteen minutes later when you reached your house. You had been lucky enough to buy your own home when a family member you didn't even know passed and you just so happened to be in the will. You felt bad that you didn't know who the person was but your parents had told you that you were only a baby when you had met so it wasn't a huge deal. The house was a decent size but not too big since it was just you, but it gave you room to expand whenever the time came.
You and Danny both got out of the car and it wasn't long before his lips were attacking yours. Your back was pressed against the hood of the car as your fingers tangled into Danny's hair, tugging slightly at the roots. One of his hands was around the back of your neck while the other supported your lower back. You stayed like this for a few minutes, just taking in the moment and admiring how perfectly your lips glided together.
"I have some more drinks inside if you want some more whiskey," You pulled away ever so slightly and he nodded. You pressed another kiss to Danny's lips before you walked towards the front door and grabbed your keys out of your clutch and inserted one of them into the slot. Immediately you heard your dog barking at the front door, waiting for you to come in.
"His name is Tank, he might seem intimidating for a minute but he's the biggest baby I've ever met in my entire life. He's a pitbull mastiff mix." You turned your head towards Danny and he nodded, seeming as though he was excited to meet the dog. You opened the door slightly and Tank continued to bark as you turned a light on and he immediately went up to Danny. He sniffed Danny as he held his hand out, letting him get familiar with his scent. Tank jumped up onto Danny with a giant goofy grin on his face, attempting to give him kisses.
"Tank, down!" You tapped his butt and he jumped down, coming over to you as you crouched down to say hi to him. He layed sloppy kisses all over your face and you turned your head trying to get him to stop. He pushed his head into your chest which made you fall over onto the floor, now fully sitting in front of him.
"I can see why you call him Tank," Danny laughed and started petting the top of Tank's head. He was all black with a small bit of white on his chest and the tips of his toes. He had a red spiked collar and his tail was like a whip. His head was the biggest part of him and most of the time he didn't even know his own size.
"He's like a bulldozer. There's been a few times he's knocked me out with his head. Thing is like a brick. Isn't that right baby? You have a big 'ole brick for a head, huh?" You cooed at the dog and he attacked your face with kisses again, having no idea what the hell you were even saying. You took your heels off before standing up and walking to the kitchen. Danny followed behind you and Tank made his way to the living room and began chewing on his bone.
"He's very cute. How old is he?" Danny asked. You opened a bottle of wine for yourself and poured yourself a glass.
"He's about four. I got him when I had first moved in so I wouldn't be alone. I had always wanted a dog, so I adopted Tank before he could be used for dog fighting." You put the bottle of wine in the fridge and opened a cabinet trying to reach the only bottle of whiskey you had. You stood on your tiptoes, stretching your arm as far as it would go. You felt Danny press up against your backside, reaching over you to grab it. He backed away and you turned to smile at him. You grabbed a glass and got some ice from the fridge, letting it fall into the cup. You handed it to Danny and he poured himself a glass.
"I will never understand how people can do such a thing to animals." Danny shook his head and you agreed.
"I don't either. People are shit." You sighed and Danny nodded his head with a small laugh. You grabbed your wine glass again, taking a sip as you observed Danny's body. The suit he was wearing fit him perfectly in all of the right places but you really wondered what he looked like without it on. Danny stepped closer to you and your eyes trailed up his chest before you made eye contact with him.
"I was looking at you all night, Y/N," Danny admitted. His chest was almost completely against yours and you could feel the heat in your core growing.
"Is that so?" You smirked and sat your glass down, leaning against the kitchen counter. You watched his eyes scan over your chest and he licked his lips before nodding his head.
"I kept wondering how a beautiful woman such as yourself was on a date with a pretentious asshole when she could've been having the night of her life."
"It's not too late to change that." You shook your head and Danny lifted you onto the counter before you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips flew to your neck and you let out a moan as he began to leave small bites before soothing them with his tongue. He slotted himself between your legs and you could feel his bulge through the material of your pants. You ran your hands down the front of his chest and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. He pushed off his suit jacket and when you had the final button undone he took off the shirt. You observed his toned chest and arms, also noticing the slight happy train that disappeared into his suit pants.
You shrugged off your red suit jacket and undid your belt before popping the button on your pants. Danny grabbed your belt and ran over the material with the tips of his fingers.
"This might come in handy." He smirked before sliding what he could into his back pocket. The thought of being tied up or even whipped sent a shiver down your spine and another wave of heat to your core. You could feel your wetness soak your panties. You connected your lips again before you applied kisses to his jawline and made your way over to the side of his neck right by his ear.
"I have something better that you can use. Upstairs, yeah?" You whispered in his ear and he nodded, backing up so you could hop off the counter. You grabbed his hand and lead him upstairs to your bedroom. As soon as you entered the bedroom you shut the door behind the both of you and turned on a lamp that gave enough light to illuminate the room to see the silhouettes of everything but not enough to make it blinding. It was the perfect mix.
"So I have this box..." You reached under your bed and pulled out said box. You sat it on the bed and sat your hand over the top before you turned to Danny.
"I haven't used really anything in it and I kind of want to use it, if you're not comfortable I totally understand, I just figured I'd-"
"Get on the bed, hands up," Danny commanded and you looked at him in shock before following his instructions. You lay on the bed with your arms raised above your head. Danny looked through the box and grabbed a few things and sat them on the bed before he put the box back under the bed. He stripped himself of his pants, leaving himself in his boxers. He crawled over to you on the bed and all you could do was stare at the obvious bulge in his boxers. You could see the outline of him almost perfectly and you wanted nothing more than to just rip the material off of him.
"Eyes up here, darling." Danny tapped your chin and you looked into his chocolate eyes. You bit your lip and he smiled at how desperately you wanted him.
"We're following my rules tonight, okay?" He raised a brow and you nodded.
"Yes, sir."
"Fuck, I could get used to that. Say it again." Danny gripped your chin as you stared into his eyes and smirked.
"Yes, sir." You let out a soft moan just to get a rise out of him as you knew it was working. He pulled on the material of your pants and you lifted your hips to help get them off. Danny tossed them somewhere in the room and ran his fingers over your clothed heat. He grabbed one of the two items that rested on the bed.
"So wet for me already. Should we take this off, hm?" He rubbed his fingers over your clit in a few small circles before unsnapping the buttons. He pulled the lacey body suit up your body and over your head, also tossing that somewhere. He held your wrists together as he wrapped a rope around them to bind them together. He stared at your body, examining every little bit of you as he palmed himself through his boxers.
"On your hands and knees for me, baby," Danny tapped your cheek and you did as you were told. You got onto your hands and knees, leaning your chest against the bed to arch your back as much as you could, laying your arms above your head. A moment later you felt cool leather being dragged across your back, over your ass, and across your pussy. It sent shivers down your spine but something was arousing about the soft feeling.
"Do you know what this is?" He asked, dragging the material across your body again. You shook your head and Danny slapped the material against your ass, causing you to moan.
"Words."
"No, sir."
"It's a flogger, a type of whip. Do you like how it feels?" He asked, dragging the material down your back again.
"Yes, sir." You truly enjoyed the soft feeling of the leather across your back. It was the anticipation that made it most arousing, not knowing if you were going to get spanked or if he was just going to toy with you.
"I won't use it much more. It's a nice little introduction. I am, however, dying to taste you." Danny groaned and his dirty words made you drip.
"Please touch me," You begged and you heard him let out a quiet groan before his hands rested against your sides before he licked a bold stripe against your pussy causing you to moan. His mouth wrapped around your clit and he sucked and soothed over the bundle of nerves. You moaned into the pillows, gripping the sheets the best you could as he continued his attack. You felt one of his fingers toying with your entrance before he slowly slid one finger into you. He curved his finger and slowly pumped in and out of you.
"Fuck, more, please," You whined and he listened as he inserted another finger. His movements sped up and you screwed your eyes shut and moaned louder. The sounds of your wetness and moans filled the room as Danny groaned, sending vibrations against you. You could feel the familiar pit in your stomach begin to grow and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.
"Are you close, baby? I can feel you clenching around me." He began to rub fast circles against your clit and you moaned louder, screwing your eyes shut.
"Fuck, yes! Can I cum? Please?" You whimpered as you could feel yourself on the brink of spilling over.
"Cum for me, pretty girl." Danny moaned and attached his lips around you again as you released. You cried out as your high took over, already leaving you a mess. Your breathing was heavy as you slowly came down from your orgasm.
"God, you taste so sweet. On your back, love." Danny got off the bed as he stepped out of his boxers and you flipped over onto your back. You looked at him, noticing his length and your eyes widened. Danny crawled over the top of you before connecting his lips with yours. His tongue grazed your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, letting your tongue fight with his. You could taste yourself against his tongue but you didn't care.
"Can I?" Danny dragged his tip through your fold, collecting your arousal.
"Please," You begged. You wanted nothing more other than him to fill you up completely. You knew his length was going to be a lot but you also knew it would be worth it.
Danny slowly slid into you, stretching you out. Danny pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and stilled inside of you, letting you get used to his length. He ran his thumb over your cheek a few times before you nodded your head signaling him to move. He slowly pulled almost completely out of you before pushing his hips forwards. His movements gradually got faster before he was hitting you in all of the right places. Your back arched and Danny leaned down with his arms on either side of your head. Your eyes closed as you let every part of him take over your sense.
"Look at me," Danny groaned and you opened your eyes, trying your hardest to keep your focus on him.
"Fuck, your cock is so big, I love the way you fuck me," You whimpered as Danny threw his head back.
"Shit, if you keep talking to me like that I won't last much longer," Danny came down and kissed you again, thrusting into you harder. You whimpered through the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist. Danny quickly undid the rope around your wrists and your nails connected with his back as you raked them down from his brutal pace. Danny put his weight on one of his arms and moved the other one between you to rub your clit again.
"Let me ride you, please," You begged as one of your hands came up to cup his face.
"Yeah? Pretty baby wants to ride my cock?" He questioned and you nodded as you whined. He grabbed your hip with one hand put the other on your lower back and flipped the two of you over. You began to grind your hips against him before bouncing up and down on him. Danny stared at you sliding in and out of him as you tossed your head back and grabbed your breasts, playing with your nipples.
"Look at you, taking my dick so well," Danny praised before he grabbed onto your hips and began to throw his hips upward into you. A moan that was a borderline scream flew past your lips and you leaned forward, setting one of your hands on his chest to keep yourself steady and the other against your headboard. You could feel your second orgasm coming on and your eyes began to water from the stimulation.
"Harder," You gasped. He was already fucking you pretty hard but you just wanted every single piece of him. Danny held on in place as he continued his pace and he could feel you tightening around him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," He moaned and you fell forward against his chest and whimpered in his ear before kissing his neck. You could taste the saltiness of his skin as you bit different places that you knew were bound to leave lilac marks. You pulled his earlobe between your teeth and whined in his ear which cause a quiet whimper to leave his lips.
"Fuck, fuck, Danny, I'm gonna cum again," You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down almost hard enough to draw blood.
"Shit, me too," He groaned and you pulled yourself off of him before flipping around and taking his cock into your mouth. He didn't have time to object but he didn't mind having your mouth around him.
"Holy fuck," He gasped as your lips wrapped around him, not expecting the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat. He pulled your hips down over his face before sucking on your clit as you both moaned. You held him down your throat for a moment before coming up to take a gasp for air. You licked up his shaft before you wrapped one of your hands around the base of his dick to begin jerking him off. You could feel him twitch under your touch so you took him back into your mouth. A few seconds later you could feel the hot sticky spurts of him trail down the back of your throat, swallowing every bit of him. Your orgasm him seconds later as you moaned with his cock still in your mouth. Your legs began to shake and tears slid down your cheek from the overstimulation. You tried to pull away from him but he held your hips in place, continuing to lap his tongue over you to ride out your high.
You rolled over off of him as you took in a few deep breaths to calm your heart rate. You both lay there for a minute in silence before Danny spoke up.
"Where is your bathroom, love?" You could tell he was out of breath.
"Right across the hall." You responded quietly as your eyes fluttered closed. You felt him get off the bed before walking out of the room. A few seconds later he came back into the room as you felt the bed dip down. You opened your eyes and noticed he had a damp rag in his hand. He ran the rag gently over your core cleaning you up and you felt your cheeks go red. You had never had anybody do any type of aftercare for you before.
Danny leaned over you and applied a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled the comforter back and patted the spot next to him. You crawled under the blanket and leaned against his chest. You could feel your eyes growing heavy and you knew you would end up falling asleep.
"Danny?" You spoke up, your voice was soft as you traced over the tattoo on his stomach.
"Hmm?" He hummed quietly as he started running his fingers through your hair.
"I hope it's not a lot to ask, but," You paused not even sure if you should ask.
"What, baby?" He picked up on your worry and turned his head to look at you.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" You asked quietly, not even sure if he could hear you.
"Of course. I also hope it's not a lot to ask, but will you get breakfast with me in the morning?" You could hear the smile in his voice and you nodded your head and smiled against his chest.
"If you'd let me, I'd love to go through that box with you too," His voice was low and you looked up at him. You bit your lip and nodded your head as you felt your cheeks get hot. Danny leaned down a connected his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate, with no hurried movements or any sort of rush to it. He pulled away and pressed a gentle kiss to your nose before he leaned his head back. You rested your head against his chest again and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. The subtle thump slowly put you into a trance before you both drifted off to sleep.
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