yes pleeeeeeease danny x reader!!!! I'm down on my knees begging you cause there's like a shortage of him and for what? he's so fucking hot btw you're so talented I really enjoy the way you describe things!!!
biker danny lyon x nurse! reader
danny made a habit of staying out of the vandal's way, keeping out of fights and drunken arguments, confining himself to a corner with his camera and notebook. he was good and safe that way, keeping himself free of injuries but close enough to the action to get a good view. that is, until the night he earned his leathers.
benny had been into it all night with some trashy guy from a rival gang, shouting comments back and forth across the bar, creeping closer and closer to a full on brawl with each drink. one thing led to another, and in the blink of an eye he was on benny, swinging and cursing and grabbing at him, making up for his lack of coordination with brute force.
danny had a sort of knee jerk reaction, hyper aware of benny's healing injuries, and shot up out of his seat in an instant. he was not, by any means, a fighter, but he was tall and strong enough, he could hold his own. "hey, fucker, get off him!" he shouted, already grabbing for the other guy, catching hold of his vest and landing the hardest hit he could manage on his jaw. his step faltered, and danny had a moment of pride before someone spun him around, a bottle inches from his face. it broke over his head, and the last thing he heard was johnny shouting his name before he fell to the floor.
he came to with a groan a few minutes later, blinking blood from his eyes as he was all but dragged down the sidewalk, johnny on one side and benny on the other. "you awake now?" benny asked, half concern and half laugh, "you took a pretty hard hit," "did i get that guy off 'ya?" he asked, voice slightly hoarse. "yeah, yeah you did," benny shook his head, grinning, "you were a dumbass for that, ya hear? you ain't a fighter,"
danny didn't care. he felt more alive then, half conscious, than he ever had. he might not have been a fighter, but he stood up that night, for the first time in his life. he wasn't just watching from the sidelines, he participated, however stupid it may have been. "where we goin?" he didn't recognize the area, but it looked like a nicer part of town than they usually frequented. "hospital, your dumbass needs stiches," johnny grumbled, nodding his head just up the road, "almost there,"
he knew it was necessary, could still feel the blood trickling out of the cut on his forehead, but he hated hospitals. hated how cold they were, how they reeked of death and rubbing alcohol. he was too lightheaded to protest by that point, letting the boys walk him into the waiting room, plopping him down in a plastic chair and going to sign him in. he dozed off sometime in the process, and came to in an evening brighter room, blinking and struggling to focus his eyes.
when he did, he coulda sworn there was an angel standing over him, and it briefly crossed his mind that maybe he'd died in that waiting room. "there you are," you smiled down at him, your voice like music in his ears, "how you feelin'?" you weren't an angel, he reasoned with himself, you were just the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, all dressed in white. a nurses' uniform, he finally realized as he got his bearings, looking you over. "like hell," he mumbled, reaching up to press a hand to his throbbing head.
"don't touch your stitches," you fussed, gently putting his arm back down, "what d'you need? got you on a pain drip and fluids, but i can up your dosage," "can i just have some water? throat's dry," he asked, smiling faintly as you quickly filled a little paper cup, placing it in his hand carefully. "so you ride?" you asked, busying yourself adjusting his medication. "not really," he shrugged slightly, "why?" "vandal's brought you in here. had to take off, but they left a number in case you needed them,"
"mm," he hummed, "yeah, i'm writin' a book about them," "writers get bashed over the head a lot?" you asked, smiling slightly, like you knew some sort of a secret. "not usually," he laughed as much as he could manage, "rough night, i s'pose," "well you oughta be careful," you tsk'd, "don't wanna have to see you back in here, mkay?"
god, he wanted to see you again, regardless of where it was. "my shift is over, so i'm gonna hand you off to another nurse, alright? you'll be discharged soon, though. you're all rested up," "wait-" he tried to sit up, wincing, "what if i wanted to see you again?"
"are you flirtin' with me, mr. lyon?" there was a glint in your eye, or maybe he really was losing it, and a small, teasing smile on your lips. "yeah," he nodded, "yeah, i am. do i gotta get myself checked back in here just to see ya?" "i bet you talk to all the girls like that," you grinned, jotting something down, "i could get in trouble for this, yknow. but you're sweet," you passed him the paper, ten digits scrawled out in pretty handwriting. "atta girl," he smiled up at you, holding onto the paper like he'd lose it, "i'll see you soon, then. not in the hospital this time,"
a week later, danny was dialing your number on the bars rotary phone, leaned against the counter with a giddy feeling buzzing in his veins. "hello?" you picked up on the third ring, voice sweet even through the phone. "hey, it's danny," he hoped he didn't sound too excited, "you busy tonight?"
an hour later, you were walking through the door of the vandal's bar, looking every bit out of place. "hey, sweetheart!" he called you over, trying not to focus too much on how fucking gorgeous you looked, your hair down and your skirt short. "danny, hey," you smiled up at him, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, "looks like you healed up good,"
"thanks to you," he grinned, "what's your drink?" "mm, shirley temple?" "that's fittin," he teased, leading you back behind the bar as he mixed your drink, watching as you looked around. you were too sweet for this place, he thought distantly, too clean and bright eyed. it was good you had him, the guys would've been all over you if you'd come here alone. "thought you were just a writer," you gestured toward the new leather jacket over his t shirt, "they just give those to anybody?"
"ah, they gave it to me after that fight," he shrugged it off like it hadn't been one of the most important moments in his life this far, "that bother you?" "mm, maybe i like it," your tone was light, teasing, but your eyes were tracing over every detail, the way the leather clung to his arms, his name stitched into the fabric. "you like bad boys, sweetheart?" he grinned, "wouldn't have guessed that,"
you wanted to tell him you didn't care if he was good or bad, you just hadn't been able to get him out of your mind since that night in the hospital. you downed the rest of your drink just to keep yourself busy, and gain some confidence, before wrapping a hand around his arm, pulling him to where some of the other guys were dancing with their girls, "dance with me?"
the two of you stayed out on the dance floor for what felt like hours, from slow dances and sultry glances to upbeat songs and giddy laughter, only pausing to down more drinks. "you know when i first saw you, i thought you were an angel," he mumbled in your ear as you swayed against him, his hands on your waist, "thought i'd done gone to heaven," "must've been brain damage," you rolled your eyes, but your smile was ever present as you turned in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck, "do you talk to all the biker girls like this?" "just you, sweetheart," he leaned closer, his breath fanning over your lips, "prettiest thing i've ever seen,"
"you're drunk," you murmured, and a small laugh left his lips, his hands tightening on your hips, "maybe, but when i'm sober you'll still be fuckin' beautiful," "god, you're good this," you said softly before pulling him down to your height, crashing your lips to his. he encircled you in his arms, picking you up slightly, a giggle muffled between your lips as you clung to him.
sweet kisses turned to breathless desperation, danny biting at your bottom lip just enough to pull the sweetest sounds from you, your control slipping like you were the only two in the room. your hands settled in his hair, scratching at his scalp as he kissed your jaw, facial hair scratching at your skin slightly. "you wanna get outta here?" he asked, voice hoarse with need. "my roommates home," you sighed as he kissed the crook of your neck, "yours?" "i stay with the guys, sleep on the couch," he nearly groaned from frustration, biting the inside of his cheek as you ran your fingernails over his scalp once again.
"d'you trust me, sweet girl?" he hummed, trailing his hand down your back. "mhm," you nodded eagerly, squealing as he picked you up, your legs wrapped tight around his torso. he led you across the bar to the farthest bathroom, kicking the door open and kissing you feverishly as he rested you on the sink, closing the door behind you. you pulled off his jacket, never letting your lips leave his, looping your legs around him to pull him closer. "eager thing," he teased, pulling away to pull off his t shirt, his fingers finding the zipper of your dress.
he let it fall to the floor, kicking it away, fumbling with the buckle of his belt as he kissed you desperately, pushing his jeans to the floor without ever pulling away from you. he felt like he’d die if he stopped, like you’d disappear, like it was all too good to be true. “tell me how you want it, baby,” he pulled away to trace his lips over the shell of your ear, “go on, tell me,”
“just want you to fuck me,” you reached for him, needing him everywhere all at once. “greedy little thing, ain’t ya?” he grinned, pulling you gently off the sink to turn you around, your back arched against him, “wanna watch while i fuck you, pretty girl?” you nodded eagerly, pressing against him, practically writhing for him already. “didn’t even touch you yet,” he teased, ghosting his fingertips down your spine, humming as you arched further into his hands, “bet you’re drippin’ for me, ain’t ya? bet you got the sweetest fuckin cunt,”
he pulled off your lacy underwear in one motion, letting out a low whistle as he looked you over, spreading your thighs apart as much as he could. “goddamn,” he murmured, leaning over you, pressing kisses to your exposed shoulders. he pulled his boxers down, pausing just to admire you for one more moment before trailing the head of his cock through your folds, rubbing it over your clit. you whined beneath him, your eyes rolling back at the feeling. “knew you’d be soaked,” he exhaled shakily, watching as he ran his length down your core again, unable to tear his eyes away, “so fuckin’ pretty, baby, yknow that? fuckin’ perfect,”
he held one of your hips with his free hand as he lined himself up, watching your reaction in the mirror as he slowly fucked into you, your swollen lips parting and big eyes rolled back into your head. “oh, danny,” you gasped as he filled you as deep as he could go, his cock brushing your sweet spot. “i know it, angel,” he murmured, “feel so good around me, so wet f’me,”
he grabbed a handful of your hair, just hard enough to pull you up off the sink as he slowly thrust back into you, your reactions only making him harder. “you want me to fuck you slow, pretty baby?” he asked, sucking at a spot on your neck as he held you there, “or you want me to fuck you hard, hm? talk to me,” “whatever you want,” you managed, clenching around him, thighs shaking, “wanna be good f’you, danny, please,” that sent him over the edge, a groan leaving his lips as he secured one hand in your hair, the other on your hip, fucking into you fast and rough.
you bounced back against him, greedy as ever, a moaning mess. “atta fuckin girl,” he panted, watching as you fucked yourself on his cock, “come on, baby, what a greedy thing,” he watched in the mirror as you looked up at him with watery eyes, blissed out, babbling about how good it felt, repeating his name like a mantra. “i know it, sweet thing,” he hummed, “you gettin close, hm?” you nodded eagerly, and he snaked his arm around your waist, the pad of his fingertips circling your clit as he fucked you. that nearly sent you over the edge, a gasp tearing itself from your throat as you clenched around him tighter, moaning wildly. “come on, baby, come for me,” he grunted, his teeth scraping against your shoulder, “so close,”
you sank your teeth into your lip as you came, shaking against him, his hand soaked between your thighs as he watched in awe. he came soon after, gripping your hair tighter, desperate for release but never wanting the moment to end. “such a good girl,” he moaned into your neck, “tell me you want it, baby,” “fill me up, danny, please,” you practically mewled, legs almost giving out from your orgasm, “please,”
he held you close against his chest as he came, his hands all over you, grabbing anywhere he could as he rode out his high, pumping you full. “good god,” he panted, still inside you, looking at the two of you over your shoulder, “you see how pretty you look stuffed full, angel? so perfect,” he trailed his fingers all over your chest, grinning as you clenched around him when he tweaked your nipple between two fingers, “you still want more, hm? or you all done?”
“done,” you whined, “too much, danny,” “poor baby,” he tsk’d, pulling out of you slowly, “you gonna let me go down on you next time? bet you taste so fuckin good,” “you can do whatever you want,” you smiled hazily, all starry eyed and fucked out as you gazed up at him. “mm, we’ll see,” he laughed softly, pulling you to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “i’ll help you get cleaned up,”
