The Wife Of A Close Friend
Daniel Cleaver × Fem!Reader (18+)
Synopsis: Part 3 - The Morning after the night before...
⚠️TW: Hangover, Raw P in V Penetration, Shower Sex, Light FemDom, Implied Mommy Kink, Manipulative Weird Man With Vague Corporate Job, General Smut.
I'm awoken from my dead sleep by a pounding headache. I don't even want to open my eyes for fear of the sun.
An... arm... is wrapped around me as well as a leg and it all comes rushing back.
Dinner. Daniel. Chardonnay. Champagne. A cozy yet incredibly stimulating sexual experience.
I suck in a deep breath, blinking back to life and wrestling my arms free just long enough to peel Daniel's t-shirt from between my legs. I fling it across the room at the hamper -miss- and flop back under the covers, where I am immediately re-enveloped in his warm, sleep-heavy limbs. The bed smells like my perfume, his cologne, our sex.
It all feels like a Chanel ad, and I let him just hold me for what seems like an eternity until-
"Mm? Hm. Oh. Hello, (y/n)..." He grumbles, arms tightening around me as he buries his face into the crook of my neck.
"Morning. My head is full of lava and if I move too much, I will be sick, just giving a heads up."
"Warnings noted," he chuckles, pressing a light kiss into the top of my head and my hair hurts. "I won't disturb you much then. Stay here." He rolls out of bed, and my gaze trails his body as he pads out of the room, leaving me to my own devices.
Shutting my eyes tight, I pull the covers up over my head, taking in a deep breath.
Moments later I hear Daniel's footsteps re-enter the room, stopping at my side of the bed.
"Is it that bad or are you just being dramatic?"
"It is that bad. You said you wouldn't disturb me. So I'd like to die here in peace, please."
"What if I said I could cure you in minutes?"
"You'd be full of shit." I pull the covers off my head and squint in his direction.
Apparently his hair is just like that in the mornings, and he smiles down at me "So this is what you're like in the morning."
I let my eyes travel to his hands, in which there is a small tray containing a Lucozade Sport, a plate of toast with jam, and two paracetamol. Once I've investigated these offerings, he sets the tray on the nightstand, kneeling beside the bed "You'll only feel better if you get fluids and carbohydrates up. Come on."
"You ruin my marriage, then take me to dinner. You get me hungover, then suddenly you've got exactly what I need to make it better. Daniel, are you planning these things or do they just happen?" I roll my eyes at him, snatching the Lucozade off the table and taking a cautious sip. It immediately relieves some of the dryness, pain and pressure in my head and I take another, and a third.
He scoffs "Well, they did just happen, actually. I genuinely was checking for the speakers that day. And then-"
"And then what?"
"And then, You. With your rolling, hate-hot eyes and your Prada mini dress, perfectly helpful demeanor... the way you just... relaxed into me, it was like you'd been waiting to finally just let your shoulders drop..."
"It was a mistake-"
"Was it a mistake the second time?"
"No, but-"
"Was it a mistake when you told me he'd never made you come? That it was just me, only me, that had made you feel the way you did?"
"No, it's just-"
"Just what? Wrong? Immoral? Aren't we a bit past that, (y/n)? You've done everything right. Your whole life. Had everything curated to such a T. You even married Mister Darcy."
"Daniel-"
"My point is, you can afford a little hedonism. Have a little fun for once. Be the right girl, try the wrong guy..."
"I assume you're referring to yourself?"
"I just don't see why you're so resistant to giving me a chance when every time we've been alone together you've had an objectively fantastic time."
"Maybe because I've heard every story about the way you've treated any woman you've bedded since uni?"
"Ah... Heh, yeah... I could see how that might give someone the wrong... impression... but I'm more than my reputation, (y/n), honest-"
"Daniel. I'm not resistant to giving you a chance. I'm opposed to the means by which you went about asking for one. Seducing me in the house I bought with my husband on Christmas Eve a year out from our wedding at which you were Best Man? Not saying anything to him at any point about your wants, your jealousy? Not saying anything to me in all these years? You have to realize how you look."
"Well when you lay it all out so... plainly... I suppose I must seem like a bit of a twat..." he winces.
"A bit?" I chuckle.
"Alright listen. If you'll allow me, I can prove to you this isn't just sex for me. I'm not that stupid little boy you met at university anymore. In fact, I'm about to be up for a promotion to Publishing Manager at Pemberly. An idiotic, terrible man-child incapable of earning your trust isn't given that degree of responsibility. Let me prove myself to you, (y/n). It's all I want. All I ask."
"Fine. But only because you're on your knees begging and if you don't shut up I will vomit."
He lets out a sigh of relief "(y/n), you will not regret this, you have my word." He stands, "Now then, I'm going to head out for a run. Anything you need from the kitchen, the medicine cabinet, the alternative medicine cabinet, it's yours. I'll be back in about an hour."
I flash him a thumbs up and in return he gives me a quick kiss before heading to the dresser to throw on a pair of running shorts and a track jacket before shuffling out of sight, out of mind.
I take my medicine and drink my electrolytes so before long I'm able to get out of bed without much trouble. Shuffling down the hallway, I finally arrive at the bathroom and much like every other room in this place it's too large for one man to occupy, with granite flooring. Heated granite flooring.
Turning on the shower and hoisting myself onto the countertop, I discard Daniel's shirt as I wait for the water to heat. I draw in a deep breath as the room fogs over with steam, feeling my pores open up as I step into the glass-walled shower and let the water run over my back. This is exactly what I needed and I feel my muscles melt under the mellow spray as I close my eyes and let my head tip back into the stream.
Today I need to move my furniture out of Mark's and into storage, the jewelry to my safety deposit at Brightlings, clothing to my suite at the Corinthia, and-
I'm gently shoved out of my thoughts and out of the flow of water by Daniel, whose run was apparently shorter than I'd anticipated.
"Wh-"
"It's awful outside (y/n), you wouldn't fucking believe it," he huffs, splashing water into his face and letting it run through his hair.
"I did happen to be showering just then, if you wouldn't mind-"
"Oh! Oh. I'm sorry, I heard the water running and thought it might be alright if I just popped in for a quick rinse, I-" he looks me over a moment and I scramble to cover myself.
"Daniel!"
"I'll be out in a minute and it'll be like I was never here, promise."
I stand in the slightly cooler steam, my back to him as I go about lathering soap- why do men insist on buying bar soap? -over my body in soft little circles, and attempt to pretend I have any semblance of privacy here.
"(y/n), do something for me?"
"What."
"Tip your head back a second?"
I do but only so I can see what the hell he's up to now, and his hands come to rest in my hair, lathering and working shampoo in with his fingers.
Against my better judgement I allow this to continue, stepping back and closing my eyes at the way he massages my scalp.
"Hmm, that's very nice actually, thank you..." I smile.
"Course. Figured you could use some tension relief..."
I could and his hands are magic as they work through my hair.
"Hold on, stay just like this, there we are-"
Warm water rinses the suds from my head and one of his hands finds my hip as he continues rinsing the soap from my body with the handheld shower head, guiding it over my neck, breasts, my stomach... He nips down my neck while guiding my legs apart just slightly with one hand, maneuvering the spray to hit my vulva at just the right angle. A soft moan escapes me at the way it feels, warm water running up and down my center, and he angles the spray onto my clit, moving it back and forth.
"Daaaniel?"
"Mm?"
He pulls me close and I have to wonder if I'll ever get used to the proportions of his cock as I feel it twitch against my ass. If I said I didn't want this I'd be lying but-
"Are... are we going to have sex... here?" I breathe, uncertain.
"That is a brilliant idea, (y/n)," he murmurs, lightly suckling at one earlobe as he continues working me with the showerhead. "Ever done it before?"
"N-no... I've always been too afraid of slipping so- aah, I-"
"That's what they make these little benches and shower wands for, you know."
"Is it?"
"Mhm. Here, I'll show you."
He places the shower head back onto its fixture and I watch him take a seat on the stone bench, leaning back against one wall, legs spread apart. He gestures for me to come closer, and I look him over as I do. His hair is damp, water beading off his features in thin rivulets, body toned and freshly excersised, he looks incredible. I'm transfixed as he takes my hand, pulling me closer.
I'm stood between his legs and his eyes afix to mine as he gives himself a few slow strokes, tongue flicking over his lower lip as he does.
"You are so perfect, (y/n), so fucking gorgeous..." he looks my body over, studying every freckle and dip carefully.
"Right. So just... hook each of your legs over mine, don't worry about falling, yeah? I've got ya, there you go... see?" He guides me into his lap, hands supporting my ass as the water hits my back, soothing.
"That's not so scary..." he keeps his eyes trained on mine as he aligns himself with my entrance, pulling me down onto his lap "Okay, just... good, that's good..." I wince at the initial stretch, impaling myself onto him til he's completely seated within me. He's easier to take now, comfortable... almost.
"Are you ready?"
I nod and that's all the confirmation he needs as he guides my hips up and down steadily and I gasp at the new sensation. Something about the water, the heat, the way he's holding me.
"Ohhh fuck me, that is nice..." he moans, voicing my thoughts.
Before long, I've gotten the hang of this and I'm bouncing on it without much effort, my forearms pressed into Daniel's shoulders for leverage.
"(y/n)..." he sighs, fingers digging into my thighs.
"(y/n), slow down some, yeah?" He sucks in a gasp through his teeth and I feel myself clench at the sound.
"Okay," I slow my pace slightly as a now familiar tension starts to wind up within me.
"God, (y/n)...feel so fucking good, ah-" he whines, and- wait a second. He whines? I study his face. He's flushed, panting, his body is taut and I feel him pulse once, twice inside me. He's close. An idea strikes me.
"Aww, you need something?" I inquire, condescending.
"Mhmm-" he nods frantically, lip caught between his teeth, brow knit, and I watch him try and fail to swallow a moan. This is going to be fun and I slow my hips to an agonizing pace, watching his reactions intently. I lean in, my lips just brushing his ear.
"Words, Daniel. Tell me exactly what you need. Can you do that?" He just nods. But nods aren't words and I lace my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, jerking his head back and eliciting a low, needy groan from him.
It's de ja vu in reverse, I'm the one in control and he's so pathetic right now. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I ramp up my pace a bit more and watch him helplessly attempt to buck into me from his position. That won't do. Gently wrapping my hand around his throat, "Stay still."
"Please," he whimpers, hoarse, and I get why he likes being the one in charge. It's actually very entertaining seeing him like this. I smirk down at him. Oh, this is rich. I see an opportunity, and take it.
"Please, what. Daniel?"
His eyes widen momentarily and he blushes a deeper shade of red as I start to ride him at a more regular pace.
"Please Mummy, I fucking need it, I need to come, let me please, I-" he murmurs into my neck.
"Say it again."
"Mummy, please," he moans, desperate and I am loving this.
"Good boy,"
I finally give him what he wants and within seconds I'm watching him unravel beneath me in a series of desperate whimpers, groans and barely coherent mumbles.
"Jesus fucking christ, (y/n)..." he puffs, exasperated.
"Was that good?"
"Was that good? That, was fucking incredible."
We stay there for a while, catching breath. After a couple minutes Daniel carefully lifts me off his lap and I slump onto the bench beside him, spent. My thighs are on fucking fire. I watch him shakily rise and shampoo, rinse, condition, rinse, lather, rinse, finally stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel and making a way towards the bedroom, legs still trembling from the height of his orgasm.
I manage to suppress a giggle as I watch him stumble out of the room, wrapping the towel around his hips lazily as he does.
Rinsing my own body thoroughly with the handheld showerhead, I step out a few minutes after him, turning off the taps and patting my body down with the remaining towel on the rack.
When I walk back into the bedroom, Daniel is already dressed in jeans and a polo.
"Plans for the day?" I find my dress on its hanger in the closet and slip it on, deciding not to bother with last night's underwear.
"None, for the most part. It is New Year's Eve though, so tonight myself, Patrick and Lee will be partying like it's 1999."
"It is 1999."
"Not for long. What're you getting up to before year's end then, (y/n)?"
"Well I have to move a shitload of stuff from Mark's to storage and to the bank and to the Corinthia-"
"The Corinthia? You'll kill your savings staying there,"
"Yeah, but I can't very well stick around Mark's, can I?"
He lets his eyes close, lips pursing into a simper, and I watch him exhale deeply through his nose before looking back up at me.
"Stay here."
"What?"
"Stay with me. It's a loft, I've definitely got enough space for all your skimpy little frocks and your shoes and sweaters. You could even take the guest room. I wouldn't mind, really. Just while you're between places, of course."
"Are you serious?"
"Deadly."
"Are you certain?"
"Entirely."