🌀About: inspired by the song ‘Strangers By Nature’ by Adele, you and Danny were childhood high school sweethearts…until you weren’t, but when you land a tour with the infamous Greta Van Fleet as their opening act- you can’t turn down the opportunity.
💫Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, crying, yelling, cursing, mentions of drinking, mentions of hospitals (i think that’s all :p)
🎸AN: I hope everyone enjoys this a lot I’m not a danny girl so writing for him was hard but I gave it my best!! As always - sorry if format or spelling is a bit wonky….enjoy 🩷
Daniel Wagner. He proved to be the bane of your existence, or that was what you convinced yourself. Not just convinced, it was something you pounded into your head, something he had pounded into your head. Danny was your best friend, your other half, your ‘platonic soulmate,’ everything and anything you could ever want in someone. Well, he became your someone after you had grown up attached at the hip and entered high school together. Senior prom, the 12th of April back in 2017 - that was the day he asked you out but simply as his date because he couldn’t find anyone else, at least that's what he said. You had spent the entire night dancing, singing, laughing, something almost out of a movie. It was even more of a movie scene when he kissed you during the slow dance song. That moment, that single kiss, started a 2-year long, exclusive, loving relationship between you and the infamous Daniel Wagner.
All good things must come to an end, though, and it came to a hard, hard end one night after a gig at some small bar in your small Michigan town of Frankenmuth. The show had just ended, and the crowd was slowly dispersing, some moving back to the bar, some outside, but it had cleared up and now you, as the ‘perfect girlfriend’ Danny had claimed you to be, moved through the thick, sweat-filled air towards the small backstage area the bar had offered to its acts. Pushing through people till you finally reached the small band of Greta Van Fleet, it all ended up happening so fast. One moment, you were running up to him, ready to hold him, praise him on the show, tell him you loved him, and the next, he was yelling, shouting at you as if he couldn’t stand to even be in the same room as you.
“I- I dont understand” Your words had jumbled up as his voice rang in your ears.
“What do you not understand? What is not clear to you, y/n? I am done with you. You follow me around like a sick fucking puppy we have something going here, ok? Jake thinks we're going to go far, and I see it, but I can’t do that with some random from my hometown acting like I owe her a life” he shouted in the tiny changing room of the bar.
He sighed as he ran a hand through his untamed curly hair, something you always loved “I am done with you. Please. Please just be done with me.”
Tears pricked in my eyes as his words hit me like a ton of bricks. Im done with you. Those four words made it clear. Crystal.
“Ok” I said, staring at him as I bit back tears, my mouth running dry, and all the voices around me got quiet. It was almost as if a knife had been stabbed into my heart repeatedly by him with a smile on his face. I dragged my eyes to the others in the room, no one bothering to look our way as I slowly turned, walking out of the thick aired bar and out onto the cold streets of Michigan.
That night was always relevant to you. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t put Danny from your mind. You had spent months, years, trying to get away from that town, that place that just felt like a prison to you. Eventually, it worked, and well. College wasn't ever in your books, but being forced to pick up an instrument for a hobby supposedly was after your parents started picking up on the way the breakup made you. Food was no longer a priority, hygiene, cleanliness, everything you had cared about was thrown away with that relationship. So once you started learning guitar and putting your voice to better use, it was as if the hole in your heart was ever so slowly being stitched back together. Sure there were nights you caught yourself drunk texting him and congratulating him and the other guys on their success, but they were never seen by him, which was for the better.
Before you knew it, you had landed yourself a small little band - Honey - made up of all the girls you would take to the grave with you. Of course, you had taken the lead in singing as well as some guitar while you matched the beat with your drummer Sara, bassist and keys Layla, and Mikey, also a guitarist. The singing in your shower and all the blistered fingers had paid off because now you were opening for none other than Greta Van Fleet on their opening night of the Starcatcher World Tour! Fun.
Now as you sat in your small dressing room, your hands shook as you picked up your eyeshadow brushes, meticulously rimming your eyes with dark shadow as the other girls moved along next to you in their respective chairs, following suit. It would be a lie to say you were on the fence about tonight. You and Danny hadn’t seen each other yet, shit, you had barely moved about the arena since sound check in fear you would see him or any of the Kiszka brothers, and the pit of anxiety only grew as it came closer to time to go on stage.
“Does this look ok?” I said softly as I turned to Sara, who had sat closest to me.
“Bitch you look hot,” she said barely dragging her eyes from the mirror she was focused on as she applied her makeup “You always do.”
I rolled my eyes as I turned back to focus on finishing up my look. Setting the small eyeshadow brush down, I picked up my lip liner as I leaned in close to the mirror, almost completely missing the door opening to our small dressing room.
“On in 5 ladies,” our manager said quickly as she popped her head into our room, Mikey turning to give her a small thumbs up as she stood from her chair, followed by Layla and then Sara. They stood staring at me as I finished up, standing now and looking at them with a small smile.
I said, walking towards the door, pushing it open wide as I walked out into the white hallways, leading us towards the stage where the sounds of voices could be heard, flowing in louder as we grew closer. I grabbed my guitar from my tech, watching as the other girls did the same as we gathered in a small group, telling each other that we loved each other and to have a good show as the lights dimmed slowly in the big arena and we made our way out onto the stage.
Screams filled the air as we took our places, my eyes dragging along the barricade and through the pit, working their way around as I could hear the opening bass line of one of our songs coming through, and that switch flipped in me, letting me know I needed to focus, perform, and just have fun, forget that Danny was here, forget what happened, and be y/n the lead singer of Honey. So that's what I did. For 45 minutes straight, I just focused on me, on my band, on where I was. For those 45 minutes, I felt in my element, the adrenaline mixed with exhaustion pulsing through my body as we came to an end on our second to last song. My eyes shut as I tried to gain back control of my breathing as I stepped back up towards the microphone, my voice echoing back to me.
“Thank you,” I said, smiling as cheers filled the air and the smiles were endless down in the pit. “You all are a lovely crowd, and we thank you for your time, but we know who you're all really here to see…” I said as the crowd began to grow even louder at the mere mention of Greta.
I dragged my eyes back down closer towards the front of the pit, and through the corner of my eyes, I could see them. Sam and Danny had found themselves a spot to stand and watch by under one of the catwalks on the far left side of the stage. They had been watching… this entire time as sweat dripped down my body, and I gave everything I possibly could tonight, they had seen it all. He had seen it all. My smile faltered as I tried to push the thought from my mind as I froze, turning to look back at my bandmates. The confusion matched everyone's faces as I played a small riff on my guitar while shouting back, “We’re changing the last song”. I could see the refusal growing on their faces before yelling out,
“Strangers by Nature, play it,” I said, moving towards the side of the stage as I handed off my guitar to my tech, walking back as I peeled off my jacket, setting it on an amp as I walked back up to the microphone. My sweaty palms wrapped around the warm metal as I leaned forward, my voice ever so slightly shaking.
“For our final song, we want to give you something new,” I said forcing a wide smile as whistles and cheers came back in response “It's called Strangers by Nature, and it's very important to me because,” I said, lifting the mic from the stand, buying layla time to switch back to her keyboard, starting up the beginning notes as I continued.
“Sometimes men can be assholes right?!” earning me a response of agreement from the crowd.
“And sometimes we get fucked over and left and forgotten..” I rambled on, “So I wrote this a while back in a bad time, and I just blamed myself for every little thing, but I want you all to have it to know you are not alone, and I promise,” I tried to continue as the mix of screams slowly built up again, “I promise you, nothing is ever entirely your fault when things go south in a relationship…so I hope you can find the relief in this song as I do..” I finished as a bitter smile filled my face, and the rest of the band began to join in slowly as I officially started the song off.
I was prepared for the hurt I would feel singing it, but I wasn’t prepared for the response we got once I finished on the last note and the once-dead silent crowd roared with love as I opened my eyes, taking it all in, feeling it now radiating through my body. With many waves and blowing out a few kisses, we left the stage, sweat dripping down all of our bodies, hair sticking to our faces as we walked back to the dressing room in silence as they began to prepare the stage for Greta. We slid into the tight room in almost pure silence, the only thing heard was our labored breathing, as I looked at the girls.
“Thank you,” I said softly from the small couch I found comfort on.
“Why Strangers by Nature?” Layla's voice rang out tense as she paced slightly around the room.
“Im sorry I- I wasn't planning on making us change the last song I-”
“Ok, but you did y/n. We get it that this is your dream and you're the lead here but you can't just go and make these decisions whilst were mid-sho-”
Before she could finish, a knock came on the door as she turned to open it, being met by the youngest Kiszka brother, Sam, who I had grown up closest with next to Danny. Layla froze as she moved to the side letting Sam into the small dressing room as I stood once he came into view.
“Hey,” he said simply with a small smile spread across his face as I walked towards him my face barely matching his expression. “I was just wondering if you wanted to catch up before we go on..” he stood wearing his performance suit, silver as long dreads of fabric hung down from the arms and legs, tiny diamonds adorning the satin material. I stood staring for a moment, given that it had been around 7 years since I had seen him last.
“Yeah.. yeah, wherever you wanna go for sure” my voice came out soft as the girls behind me just sat and stared at the interaction unraveling before them. His smile widened as he let out a small “alright” before walking out of the room as I followed close behind. We walked through the plastered white walls before coming upon a room a few doors down from ours labeled “Greta Van Fleet/Dressing”. As he moved to push the large door, it was like instinct as my hand shot out stopping his.
“I thought we were going to catch up..?” I said looking at him with an uncomfortable shift in demeanor.
“Everyone else went down to a bar somewhere in the arena.” his hand touched mine as he moved it away from the door, opening it and now waiting for me to step in. The room was much larger than ours, seeing as it was for the main act, having small love seats scattered around, a minibar, and even a small restroom. I made quick work of seating myself on one of the small couches, Sam doing the same as he sat in the chair opposing mine. As he sat, I looked at my hands in my lap, worn out and calloused before forcing myself to speak and break the terrible silence hanging in the room.
“Good,” he said with a small sigh, “really good I mean, a lot happens in... how long has it been like fou-”
“You couldn’t maybe have managed to send like I dont know how are you y/n? Or happy birthday, y/n!” I wasn't being rude, despite the look on Sam's face. After that night, it had been close to radio silence from all of Greta - shows you how much people care right?
“I’m sorry, y/n you know we’ve just been so busy with the tour and the new album it's just been so chaotic..”
“Or you guys just all cut me off the second I wasn’t of value anymore to Daniel,” I said coldly, my eyes now meeting his.
He moved his mouth a few times to speak, but nothing came out. So that was it. They all up and left me because of his choice to throw me to the side because he couldn’t be seen with some random. Fucking. Pathetic.
“Your band…y’all are good”
“Please don’t be like this… none of us have seen you in 7 years and suddenly you're on tour with us. It won’t be pleasant if you are going to hold this grudge towards us when we didn’t even do anything-”
“But you did. I wouldn’t have been here if we hadn’t broken up. My parents forced me to learn guitar, Sam. They forced me to do something because it was either that or a hospital. So if all you invited me in here to do was tell me to move on, fuck off” I barked out standing as I moved towards the door.
“No, no, it's not-” he now matched me, standing as if to stop me from leaving “Please just sit back down I don’t want to cause issues.”
I stood for a minute more before I walked back to my seat, sitting as I leaned my arms onto my thighs and my face dropped to my hands.
“Im sorry that that happened to you. I didn’t know things went down how they did when you guys broke up, nor did I know it was… that bad, but im sorry, and im sorry for not reaching out that was shitty of me… of all of us.”
I nodded softly, pulling my hands back as I sat up, forcing a smile.
“It worked out well enough for me, though.”
The laughter that filled the air was like a hug, laughter that I hadn’t heard from him in forever.
“True true… you guys are good, you're good I didn’t know you had a set of pipes like that”
“You hang around a certain Kiszka long enough it kind of becomes a second nature” which earned another laugh from the tall man.
A lot of laughter came from Sam, well, considering we spent 30 minutes straight simply sitting and ‘catching up’ on our lives, which just consisted of me complaining about my life after high school and Sam talking quickly about his new life in Nashville. But I know too well by now all good things come to an end. Sam was dragged out of the room by his manager, telling him he needed to get to the stage in time for the curtain drop. As he left, so did I, returning to my dressing room where the other girls all sat and waited anxiously for my arrival, asking me a hundred questions at a time as I walked back into the room. Almost identical to the conversation I had in the room a few doors down, we spent the better part of the next 2 hours just sitting and talking about the band that left the crowd screaming so loud we could hear it from where we sat. Not that I’ve been secretive about my past it just…didn’t seem important to mention. I had moved on. I think.
Eventually, the screams died down, and the show was over. Our manager came in once more, letting us know we were moving to a hotel for the night. Soon, we all moved out to the busses, grabbing what we needed for the night before cramming the four of us into a small Uber to take us to the hotel not more than 15 minutes from the arena. Given it was past midnight, the lobby was dead as we walked in, following behind our manager, looking like four girls on a school trip waiting for their teacher to assign them rooms. Luckily, all of us were in the same hallway, sharing rooms: me/Mikey and Sara/Layla. The hallways were cold once we got off the elevator, giving out ‘goodnight’s and ‘I love you’s to the other two as we got into our rooms.
We were being hosted by Greta, given the room we had walked into was insanely spacious, and not only that it was rich…really rich. If someone walked in right now, they would see Mikey and I running through our room like we were in heaven, raving about how comfortable the bed was or maybe the fact that the shower had an unnecessary amount of jets that we’d be using without a doubt. The best thing, though? The view. I slid open the big curtains, my jaw almost hitting the floor as I noticed it.
“Holy shit,” I said quietly, hearing Mikey's laughter die down as she walked up next to me.
“What-” she started before she too came to see it.
Our room had a view of a pool, but the pool took up half the property. It stretched from end to end, with a few small hot tubs placed around it, outdoor bars, and tens upon hundreds of empty pool chairs.
“Let's go” I said, turning quickly from the window as I turned and walked into the lush bathroom, peeling off the outfit I changed into after the show before throwing on a robe over my undergarments. Mikey didn’t have a chance to decline as I threw a robe towards her and soon, the four of us were in bath robes giggling as we ran down the hall towards the elevator, all of us racing to try and press the button before the other.
The mood was killed quickly though as the elevator doors opened and standing before us was not just Sam but now all four men, bags in hand, looking at us with quizzical expressions.
“We’re going swimming” Layla blurted, eyeing Sam.
I just stood there. I just stood there as the once love of my life stood before me, his face cold as ever, his eyes unblinking. Just like that night, all the talking around me froze as my eyes locked on his as he stepped out of the small elevator, the girls now looking at me as they held it open waiting for me to step in.
“Hello, earth to y/n this thing is fucking beeping get in” Sara’s voice woke me out of the almost trance-like state as I moved my eyes from his, walking into the small elevator as the door slid closed, my eyes on his clean white shoes as it did so.
“Dude, are you good…” Sara said placing a hand on my shoulder as I turned to look at her, forcing a smile once more.
“Yeah” shaking my head as I let out a small laugh “Yeah sorry let's go” I said leaning forward and pressing the button to go down.
I wasn’t going to be the one to bring the mood down, but something about him in front of me…after seven years, it does something to you. My head ran at a hundred miles a minute as the descent down the many flights of the hotel floors came to a close, opening the doors to the lobby once more. As if nothing had happened, we all began up again in the same fit of laughter as we ran down to the pool, dropping our robes on random chairs as we got within arms reach, all of us jumping in without hesitation. Once my body broke through the water, it was like a fresh shower, washing off all the worry and anxiety in my body as I swam up, breaking the surface as I sighed loudly.
The pool was heated - as I said, this place is rich.
The only sound that echoed through the area was from the four of us as we splashed around, enjoying the warm liquid on our skins, a small reward for a ‘job well done’ on the opening night of Greta's tour. We stayed in the warm water till our skin got pruney before we decided to switch over to one of the various hot tubs, really getting the most out of our short night stay before we had to be back on the road early the next morning. I leaned my head back against the raised concrete surrounding the hot tub as I closed my eyes, enjoying the steaming water consuming my body, enjoying the peace of the moment.
That ‘moment’ ended quickly. Too quickly.
During the time I was stuck in a staring contest with Danny, Layla had taken it upon herself to cordially invite not just Sam but all of the Kiszkas and Danny down to the pool to join us. My eyes opened softly as I heard the familiar voice of Jake greeting everyone as he slipped down into the lowered tub with us, followed by Sam and Josh. No Danny. I couldn’t help the small smile on my face as I realized he hadn’t come too, well that was until he did come. He walked up a few seconds after the others, complaining about the fact that the hotel didn’t offer towels to ‘skinny dippers’. I could hear the laughs coming from the rest of my bandmates but the smile that was once present had faded. Similar to us, they hadn’t brought bathing suits to the hotel tonight and had come down in their boxers.
Normally, I wouldn’t care, not in the slightest. I had grown up around all of the guys before me, and the girls were the girls, so being in just a bra and underwear wasn’t that big of a deal. However, I was in a bra and underwear, my wet hair pushed back down my back, and sitting directly across from the man I used to call baby. Maybe in this situation, someone else would've kept it cool and collected - but seven years? Seven years changes people, and not just mentally.
I stared at the water ahead of me, the small bubbles popping as they rose to the top and silence filled the air once more.
“Good show tonight?” I said coldly as everyone sat around looking at me as my voice broke through the air.
A mix of yes’s came back in response from mostly all of the guys but Danny…he just sat there, staring down into the space in front of himself, identical to me. It was almost as if he knew how badly he fucked me over, like over these seven years, he's put it beside him but now, now that I sit here in front of him it's a different story.
His eyes met mine as mine blazed into his. I wanted him to feel all the pain that I had over these past years. I wanted him to know that getting rid of the ‘random’ that was dragging him down was the worst decision he could've made.
“Sorry, what? You know I can’t understand you when you mumble Daniel” a bitter smile forming across my face, my eyes remaining cold.
“Yes. The show was great.”
And there was silence once more, except the air was filled with tension now as everyone else with us in the small pool looked between Danny and me as the quick conversation played out before it died down again quickly. No one moved, no one said anything, and everyone just sat in that pure, thick awkward silence. But me? I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d spent all of my life worrying about what he was doing with his life, where I went wrong with mine, I thought about it all so if this is how tour needed to be - it would be. I stood, sloshing through the warm water as my skin pricked up with goosebumps at the cool night's air.
“Wait, wait where are you going?”
I didnt bother turning around as I heard Layla ask the question as I walked up the stairs and onto the cold concrete.
“Bed. We have to be up early.” My voice now rising as I walked further from the hot tub, not bothering to look back.
I grabbed my robe and slipped it on around my wet body, padding back through the quiet, cold lobby and up to the elevator. I wrapped the robe tighter around myself as I got off the elevator, my feet grateful to be walking on carpeting through the halls as I stuck my room key to the door, immediately going in to start the shower. I slipped off the robe and replaced it with a towel after I took off the damp undergarments sticking to my body, trying to run a brush through my hair before I entered the steaming glass room. Just as soon as I set my brush down a knock came at the door I rolled my eyes shouting out,
“Im about to shower use your room key,” but the knocking came through once more as I walked towards the door, swinging it open, being met by not Mikey but by the exact reason I came up to my room.
“I’m about to shower so no”
“I’m showering rather than going to bed, Danny, so no you can go back down there,” I said callously as I moved to shut the door before it hit something, looking down to see Danny's foot in the door. I moved my eyes from his foot to his face as my eyes blazed into his.
“Im giving you five fucking minutes” I barked as I turned to walk into the bathroom and turn off my shower, slipping back into a bathrobe before walking out, seeing him sitting on one of the beds.
“I’d rather you not sit on my bed in your soaked boxers”
“Sorry” he said gently, making quick work to stand, not knowing what to do with his arms as they hung down to the side, looking at me like he was waiting for me to speak.
“You wanted to talk so talk”
“I- it's just really good to see you….. You- you look good”
“Im glad im up to your standards”
“Am I better than before? More acceptable to be seen with you now that ive matured?”
“What are you even saying right now y/n.”
“You dumped me. You looked me in the face and told me I was just some random chick from Frankenmuth. You dumped me and no one, not a single one of you four reached out to me. For seven years straight? And now when you guys need an opening act the ball just so happens to be in my court. Why. Why are you here right now?”
“I just wanted to talk with you-”
“And what? Tell me how fucking sorry you are? How much you've missed me? Fucking save it,” I snapped as I walked towards the door once more and held it open “You can go now.”
“No we're not doing this petty bullshit were going to sit and have a conversation about this like adults”
“Oh, now you want to have a conversation?” I questioned as I slammed the door shut, walking up to him like I was preying on him.
“You fucking low-life piece of shit-”
“Come on, I mean really?” he questioned, looking at me with pleading eyes.
“Yes, really Daniel!” My voice now rising, my tone shifting from anger to just pure hatred.
“I spent the better half of 4 years trying to get my fucking shit together because of YOU. All the fancy riffs or the notes I sing in our songs because of you. I spent so long in such a dark place that my parents forced me to do this shit. They would sit and watch me play or sing for hours because it was that or medications and hospitals. You broke me Danny, and now, you're sitting in my hotel room, wanting to do what try and fix things?”
He stood silent as I paused for a moment, his eyes now staring down at his own two feet.
“Exactly. You're too much of a pussy to admit why im even entertaining this, but when it comes to breaking some poor girl's heart, who loved you with everything she possibly could, it was a fucking cakewalk.” I chastised with a bitter laugh as I bit back tears through my words.
“Sam told me Danny. He literally fucking told me that he wouldn’t talk to me and that none of you would talk to me because of the breakup.” I paused taking a breath to prevent the tears from falling, “Do you know how much I would text the guys? Just for something, any type of conversation and they would never respond because of you.” I cursed out as I walked towards him now standing directly in front of him.
“You fucking ruined my life,” my hands now turning to fists as I pushed against his chest “You made me hate myself so much,” another hit to his chest, harder now, “and I wrote that fucking song about you,” I screamed as the tears began to stream down my cheeks and onto the floor, “because I missed you and I hated myself for the breakup,” between my fists connecting with his chest to the tears streaming from my eyes, the world started to spin as he grabbed my hands, my movements stopping as I looked up at him, “but in reality…you never actually gave a shit about me did you..?”
His eyes met mine, the pain running through his hazel irises as he loosened his grip on my wrists, wrapping his arms around my waist as he pulled me into his embrace, the water from the pool hitting my cheek as I wrapped my arms around his body and rested my head on his chest.
“I always loved you y/n.”
“I fucking hate you.” I choked out as sobs racked through my body as he held me. All the pain, all the hate I had in me was finally flowing out, and I could feel the weight being lifted off my body.
Everything was right though. The part of me that was still holding onto the past finally felt at peace, I felt at peace, I was emotional and felt so out of control but…my body knew that I could relax, for this once.
“Im so sorry” left his lips like a mantra as he held me, placing his head on mine until the crying slowed, and I pulled back, looking up at his with red puffy eyes and cheeks.
“Do you mean it?” I beckoned softly
“Yes” a small nod following his short, one-worded response.
“Ok,” I said, my eyes searching his, his face, the way his damp curls fell around his face “ok.”
I nodded softly in response, never taking my eyes from his face as they flickered down to his lips before back up to his eyes, the tension between us running thicker than ever.
“Do you feel the same?” he whispered, the proximity between the two of us growing closer and closer.
I picked my shoulders up, sighing as I dropped them, “should I?”
Now he mocked my movements, nodding slightly as his forehead now rested on mine, our noses centimeters away from touching.
With that, he closed the small distance between our bodies entirely as he planted a soft kiss against my lips. It was slow, gentle, an apology, an apology from the danny I used to love. But soon, his mouth grew hungry against mine as his tongue ran along my bottom lip, seeking entrance. Allowing him in, I moved back slightly, dragging him with me as I shifted my arms to hook around his neck before the back of my thighs hit the edge of my bed.
Without hesitation, I sat back on the bed as he leaned down to kiss me as I broke away, scooting up further on the bed before lying down fully as he moved on top of me, holding himself up with his arms close to the sides of my head as he drew his center of attention down to my neck. He nipped and licked at my neck as I pushed my head back into the mattress, giving him more access as I felt his cold hand along the top of my thigh.
His hand traveled along my leg, pushing under the fabric to run along my stomach up to my chest, stopping himself right below my sternum, sliding his hand back down my body once more as I pulled his hair to one side, moving it out of his face. His hand made it back down to my leg, and soon it was not focused on the inside of my thighs, tracing small circles along the inside of them. I used my free hand now to assist him, untying the knot holding the robe together at my waist as I moved the fabric to the side as he moved his kisses slowly down my neck to my chest.
My head pushed back further as my eyes shut in pleasure as he lowered his mouth onto my chest, bringing a hand up to massage the other as he lowered his mouth onto my breast, while his hand slowly dragged closer and closer into my core, the pleasure building up.
“O-oh shit” I moaned out as he lifted his mouth from my chest, wasting no time as he lowered it back down onto my left breast as his fingers finally lightly traced up my core, a loud moan erupting from my chest at the light touch. At the sound, he did it once more, now using two fingers and taking his time as he stopped directly on my clit. Carelessly, he pulled them away quickly, a whine leaving my lips at the loss of touch as he brought his hand up to my mouth, pushing down on my lower lip. As I parted my lips slightly, he pushed his fingers deeper and deeper back into my throat as I held back a gag, swirling my tongue around his two fingers before he slowly pulled them back out, bringing them back between my legs.
The room was filled with the sounds of my moans as I bit down on my lip, trying to quiet myself as he shifted the focus off his lips back up to my neck, my chin, and once again reconnected with my lips as he slid his fingers and down and inside of me, my back arching up at the new feeling as I moaned loudly into the kiss.
“D-Danny” I mumbled against his lips as his fingers slowly began to start to pump in and out of me.
I could feel the smirk growing along his lips as he pressed his hips into me slightly, feeling the pressure in his boxers hard along me as I slid a hand from the back of his neck down to his body, tracing slowly down to where they rested along his hips as I slipped a finger into them, tugging them ever so slightly. He wasted no time as he moved his fingers out of me, earning another moan out of me as he shimmed off his underwear, coming back to me as I leaned up into the kiss, pushing back on his shoulders as he fell back on the bed. I shifted gently onto him, straddling him as I picked my hips up, now taking my time to press soft kisses down his jaw to his neck to his chest, leaving small hickeys littered everywhere down his body before leaning back up, placing my hands on his chest as I looked down at him.
I reached down, grabbing his cock as I aligned him before slowly sinking onto him, both of us moaning out loudly at the familiar yet new sensations. Gradually, I picked up my pace as I started to move on him, his hands sliding up my body and to my chest, grabbing and squeezing at my breasts as my head fell back in pleasure.
“Fuck I missed you” he moaned out quietly, bringing my head back forward as I watched his head push back like mine had, his eyes shut into tight lines, his mouth open every so slightly, curls sprawled along the mattress.
Mocking his movements earlier, I took advantage of his state, grabbing one of his hands from my chest as I lifted two of his fingers into his mouth once more before pulling them out and lowering them to my clit, before he took control, setting his own pace now.
My moaning grew borderline pornographic as I was sure almost everyone on this floor was being awoken by us at the late hour but it didn’t matter. I picked up my pace every so slightly, his cock reaching in deeper than I thought was possible as I leaned back placing my hands on his legs behind me to try and adjust to the new stretch. Deliberately he drew his other hand now away from my chest pressing into my stomach.
“Want you to feel me here”
My eyes rolled back at his words, and my mouth opened, pants and small whimpers leaving me because I really could feel him there. I dragged his hand back up to my chest, to which he automatically began to work once more, and between all the places we were connected, I could feel that pit in my stomach starting to grow larger and larger, in need of release. My hips started to falter as I grew closer, just wanting the focus to be his fingers but before I could even blink he had me flipped, my back down on the bed as he made quick work of pushing back into me, as my hand flew to the sheets, gripping at them so hard I could’ve snapped a nail or two. The new pace he had set was quicker than I thought was possible…harder too.
“I-fuck close” I moaned out against his neck as he lowered himself onto me more before his voice filled my ears.
“Me too..” he whispered, his hot breath shooting down onto my skin as the moans filled my ears.
I could now feel him pushing into me for longer, not going as fast as he pushed into me once more, letting out a loud string of moans as his movement faltered and he quicked his pace on my clit, my moans almost matching his as I reached my climax. Tears streamed from my eyes in pleasure as I moaned out his name loudly. Eventually, he slowed completely to a stop, pulling out of me slowly before falling back onto the bed next to me, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.
“Yea I hope I am given the last time I fucked you was when we were teenagers” I sighed turning to look at him, a soft smile growing on my face as he turned to look back at me.
“I do love you y/n. I haven’t been able to... fully forgive myself or move on. I knew it was wrong and my heart feels so still every time I try to get with someone else I always just think of…. you.”
I nodded softly, bringing a hand to the side of his face as I pushed the hair out of his eyes muttering softly “I love you too Danny… but you do need to leave; im sharing a room with Mikey”
