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The Couch - DRW

Warnings: none I'm feeling sappy this is just fluff

Word count?? Idk I wrote this spontaneously

Nights like these were always treasured.

You were wearing only his sweater and your underwear, and he, some flannel pyjama pants and a simple white tee.

A blanket lay draped across your waist, sheltering your lower body from the autumnal chill you couldn't seem to keep from entering your apartment.

Reluctantly, your eyes opened.

Candles long since burnt out, and the credits of a movie you couldn't recall watching rolling down the TV screen. It was dark out, but aside from that you had no indication of the time, and weren't necessarily inclined to try to find out.

Slowly, your gaze lifted.

Your head rested on his chest, steadily rising with each breath. His strong arms wrapped protectively around you as he slept on, as though he could shield you, even when unconscious.

You took in his features, illuminated by the streetlamps that filtered in through the curtains you had neglected to draw.

Dark curls piled atop his head, hastily pulled up into a perfect mess.

Trailing downwards, his nose, artfully curved as if carved from marble. Yet, delicately dotted with freckles and a rosy tinge, a welcome softness against the initial sharpness.

Fitting, it seems.

Your gentle giant.

He shifted in his slumber, arms drawing tighter and his head turning against the small cushion it rest upon.

Maybe you should have woke him, moved to the bed, Lord knows it would be more comfortable.

But instead, you closed your eyes, and savoured the moment.

With each breath it felt as though you couldn't get any closer, that here on this couch it seemed as though your souls had become intricately intertwined. As though you had existed on some other cosmic plane, destined to find each other in this life and the next.

Your heart swelled with love as he shifted once more and sighed, pondering the possibility of a forever like this.

So who could blame you for letting yourself be drawn in, for sinking into the serenity that only this couch could hold.

And drifting back into sleep

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No bc I always think about how much he must smile to get them and i- 🥲

I want to say how much I genuinely love, like LOVE the laugh lines around Jake's eyes. They're a sign of a life of smiling and laughing often; a life well lived!! They make me so happy 😊

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OUCH

falling asleep on the couch and danny carrying you to bed in his big strong arms being very careful not to wake you that's it that's the ask

Maddie pls, bc after the first time he did it I would pretend to be asleep all the damn time just for him to carry my princess ass to bed. That man would be sick of me. But the image of those arm muscles working to hold you close to his chest, keeping you curled up tight and sleeping safely against his heart??? The way he'd look down at your sleeping face, falling more and more in love than he already was with every little, quiet snore you make???? Danny is a 90s rom-com male lead and I will never shut up about it. He is a soft romantic. He is going to carry your ass to bed, tuck you IN so snug, and press a kiss to your forehead, lips, cheek, anywhere he can reach once you've snuggled down into your comfiest spot in bed.

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Just popping in real quick to let yall know I'm working on a jake fic for a request, and then a sam one after that

To the people that sent me requests, sorry I am just so slow with writing but I didn't forget about you

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Follow Me Down II - DRW

Part two

The evening continues, following Danny's invitation.

Read Part One

Chapter word count: 6.2K

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW. Oral (M&F), unprotected sex, language, mentions of alcohol and intoxication

“Prove it,” he dared in a whisper.

His lips were so tempting, his warm breath close enough to feel it. Your lips curled up into a smile as your eyelids fluttered shut, closing the distance and slotting your lips against his. 

It was only a few seconds before someone crashed open the backdoor. Jumping apart to an appropriate distance, the party-goer shouted a slurred apology before shutting the door again. Danny met your eyes like a guilty kid, a goofy smirk on his face before you both started snickering.

His fingers curled around yours at your side. “Make out in my room?” 

His dead-serious question made you snort into laughter, and he giggled along with you as you pretended to mull it over. You nodded, and Danny pecked your lips sweetly, grinning, leading you into the house. You held his hand all the way through the living room, heart fluttering like a teenager as you made your way with hushed giggles up the stairs. The basement had mostly cleared out, only a few stragglers finishing out the night with a final drink. The music had died off, and the chatter downstairs was minimal. As you followed Danny around the corner and down the hall, you both neared Sam’s designated room, and your ears were increasingly affronted with the moans and thuds of a headboard against a wall from behind his door the closer you got.

Danny cringed, snickering as he turned to face you. You mimicked a gag, quickly pushing Danny to continue to his room. 

He giggled softly as you guided him past the door and closed it behind the two of you. You shuddered, once out of earshot. “Your best friend is a slut,” you giggled. 

“He’s a persistent slut, though,” Danny laughed, pointing an indignant finger. “He’s been pursuing that chick for weeks, glad it finally paid off for him.”

You nodded in agreement, walking over to his record player where you both sat on the floor. “He hasn’t had se-… any conquests on the tour?” 

Truthfully, you didn’t care what Sam did, or rather who. You were curious about what happened within the privacy of the tour bus, though. 

Danny laughed, pulling out his newest addition to the vinyl collection. “No actually, I think he really does like her. He laid in his bunk all the time on the bus, just texting her, always had that silly smile on his face.”

You nodded along, playing with your fingers. He placed the vinyl down, flicking on the turntable. “Josh? Jake? Don’t tell me nobody got any action the whole time, some rockstars you are,” you smirked.

Danny focused on setting the needle down, but you still caught the blush adorning his cheeks. “Uhhh... aha… sorry to disappoint.” 

A small wave of relief washed over you. 

“Not disappointed. Suprised maybe,” you admitted. 

Danny looked over at you at that. The music began softly through the speakers. You watched him grab the corner of a blanket off the edge of the bed, tossing it down amidst a few pillows. He gave you a shy smile, laying on his back and laying his arm out for you.

You giggled quietly, nestling yourself beside him, using his strong arm as a pillow and facing him. He faced the ceiling with a faint smile, and you admired his profile as he thought. 

“Why’re you surprised?” He finally broke the silence. 

You dropped your eyes, bringing a hand up to touch his bicep absently. “Maybe surprised was the wrong word. I think I meant more along the lines of relieved.”

Danny smiled rather triumphantly as you confirmed whatever suspicions he’d had. Your heart raced as he then rolled his head towards you. His face was inches away from yours when you met his eyes, and he brought his free hand to your cheek gently. “You really thought I’d give anybody a second glance,” he began quietly, “when all I ever wanted was right here?”

Your lips parted to speak, but you couldn’t think of a single thing to say, overcome with the urge to kiss him breathless. He seemed to come to the same idea though, leaning closer and eagerly meeting your lips as you kissed him deeply. His warm, rough palm smoothed over your cheek, letting out a sigh against your lips as you kissed. He rolled fully onto his side, the muscles beneath your head flexing with the movement, heating up your belly. Subconsciously your hand sought out more of Danny’s strong physique, smoothing down his chest and resting lightly on his abdomen. Running your hand up his toned stomach earned you a low moan of appreciation, immediately craving more of those sounds. His lips deliciously worked with your own as you slipped under his shirt. A whimper of your own sounded into his mouth, finally feeling the soft dark trail of hair beneath your hand that had teased you for so long. 

Growing antsy with desire, Danny’s hands began wandering too. First down your neck, brushing across your collarbones. You felt him pause there, and you smiled against his lips knowingly. Danny smiled back, breathless and flustered. You fluttered your eyes open, taking a second to drink him in in the moonlight casted in through the window. “Don’t stop now,” you whispered playfully, “I’m trying to get to second base here.” 

He giggled breathlessly, “Oh really?” His hand brushed a little lower, over the top of your breast teasingly.

You grinned mischievously, “Oh hell, yeah.” 

Danny held eye contact, challenging your smirk with his own, and lowering his hand over your breast. The self-assured smirk dropped from his face as he squeezed lightly, biting his lip. “You… are not wearing a bra,” he breathed, massaging it gently. Your lips parted in an unvocalized breathy moan, and you tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth, arching into his touch. “Oh, huh… how about that,” you jokingly played dumb, swallowing down a gasp. “You don’t mind, do you?”

The hungry, pointed look he shot you answered your question. He then brought his elbow under him, readjusting you beneath him as he leaned over you. His eyes had grown darker, and he hovered his lips over yours. “Wanna keep going to third base?”

You inhaled sharply, grinning up at him. “Not gonna lie, I have no idea what that actually means, but whatever it is, I want you to do it,” you giggled. 

“Me neither, I was just copying your thing,” he snickered. “I think Sam might’ve said it was clothes off at one point…”

Smirking, you gave him a challenging look. “Take my shirt off then, Wagner.” 

Danny let out a surprised huff, swallowing and sitting up. You sat up with him, and his fingers curled around your shirt’s hem. “Yes, ma’am.” 

He lifted the shirt over your head, letting it fall absently beside him, completely distracted by your bare chest, only your short skirt remaining. Under his breath, he whined, “Oh fuck…” Impatiently, you gave him an imploring look and brought his hand back to your chest. Danny’s jaw hung open as he squeezed your boob, quickly bringing his other hand up to join. You whimpered as he toyed with your tits, plucking at your nipples between his thumb and fingers. He quickly looked up to your eyes, exchanging a wordless nod of consent with you before leaning forward and lapping over your nipple. You moaned, bringing him down with you as you laid back on the floor. He eagerly followed your lead, crawling over your body and sucking your tits with a groan. Sparks of unfiltered pleasure shot like lightning to your core, coupled with the tickle of his silken curls on your chest. 

“Fuck… feels so good,” you whined, brows furrowed. Danny moaned, muffled into your chest as his lips migrated along the curve underneath your breast. “So fucking gorgeous,” he praised. 

Dazed, you smiled at the ceiling, feeling Danny’s lips all over your tummy. Your hand slipped into his hair as he roamed lovingly down your front. “Want your shirt off too,” you softly reminded him. He surfaced for air, giving you a dazzling smile. He tugged off his shirt, moving to resume his mission, but you put a hand on his chest, giggling at his pout. “My turn, handsome.” 

He bit his lip, letting you push him onto his back this time. His eyes flickered between your tits and your lips, then fluttering closed with a sigh as you lowered yourself to kiss the centre of his chest. The small patch of hair between his pecks tickled your lips, making you smile lovingly as you moved over. You licked up his nipple playfully, not expecting much, but he groaned and squirmed his hips. Raising an eyebrow, you chuckled darkly, sucking the nub into your mouth gently. His jaw dropped open, furrowing his brow and groaning louder. “Uh- fuck,” he gasped. “Oh my god… that’s nice,” he breathed, lifting up his head and shooting you a pleasantly surprised grin. 

You smiled wide. “Yeah? That new?” He nodded shyly, bringing his arms up and resting his head on them. Your mouth practically watered at the flexing, bulging muscle, but you swallowed and descended again. “M’kay then… noted.” You happily nibbled at his nipple again, thoroughly enjoying the pleasured sigh it got you. Lowering further, you sucked and licked absently, just worshipping his soft skin. Trailing your lips and tongue lower, you finally lifted at his belly button. 

“Love this,” you softly admitted, smoothing your fingertips down his treasure trail. 

Danny shuddered, abdomen tensing as he giggled breathlessly. “What?” he inquired, lifting up on his elbows. 

You blushed, making eye contact as you kissed his belly. “This,” you whispered innocently, running your hand down it again. Danny’s head rolled sideways, breath picking up as he watched. “Really?” he smiled playfully. 

You nodded, holding his gaze and nipping at the skin. He bit his lip, “By all means, keep going then.” 

You fluttered your eyes shut, pressing a kiss to the spot. “Yeah? Lower?” you confirmed softly. 

Danny huffed, flustered. “Please,” he breathed. “Literally anything you wanna do to me, do it,” he humorlessly chuckled. 

Looking up at him at that, you quickly leaned up his body and kissed his lips softly. Letting your lips linger against his, you whispered, “Can I go down on you?” 

Danny’s face looked like he’d ascended to heaven. “Fuck,” he swore under his breath, “Yeah? My gorgeous girl wants to suck my dick?” His smirk was bordering on feral. 

Your knees were noticeably weaker as you descended and nodded, lip tucked pathetically beneath your teeth. His girl. His chest puffed faster, watching you flick open the button of his jeans. You drug the zipper down, and took a deep breath, tugging at his belt loops. Wiggling them down his thighs with his assistance, you admittedly gawked at the shape of him, barely obscured by his navy blue Calvins. “Fucking shit, Danny,” you whined, placing your hands on his upper thighs. 

He looked down, then back up to your face. “Wh… what,” he softly asked. You bucked your eyes at him. “You’re so big,” you blushed, sliding one hand up his thigh and delicately palming him. His head fell back with a hiss. “Oh,” he grit. You smirked at how he was panting now. 

You giggled softly, “How’s this fit anywhere?” you teased, squeezing gently. 

Danny blushed hard, grinning down at you exasperatedly. “Shut up.” 

You finally pulled down the front of his waistband, muttering, “Oh fuck…” He swallowed down a gasp, clearly getting off on your amazement. As you took his warm, rock hard cock into your hand, you admired the beauty of him, beginning to stroke him firmly. He released a strained moan, biting his lip hard. You noticed his knuckles turning white around a fistful of blanket. 

As you shifted, settling on your stomach, you looked up at his face past the obscuring shape of his erection. His breathing stuttered, watching closely as his chest began shining in a light sheen of sweat. “Baby…” he swallowed, brows furrowing, “…please…”

You whimpered, nodding up at him. “I will, babe, just wanna savor you.”

He smiled, blinking down at you fondly. “Oh…fuck…”

You sighed contentedly, bringing him to your lips. You made sure he was watching, then extended your tongue, gliding his sensitive frenulum along it and enveloping the head of him in your mouth. The shaky moan he let out made your eyes close, fighting the urge to just climb his body and ride him instead. “Nnngh- yesss,” he mumbled lazily as you teasingly rose and lowered your lips over his tip, tasting his salty velvety skin. One of his hands snaked down his front before gently lacing into your hair. Humming your approval, you sank his length farther into your mouth, working your tongue against the underside of him. Your hand squeezed as you stroked upward, working the base of his cock with your hand as your mouth looked after the top end. 

“Oh fuck… ohhh fuck-“ Danny growled lowly, his hips rolling upwards, involuntarily forcing him down your throat. You gagged around him, making him cry out hoarsely. He stuttered out, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn-“ you cut him off by sinking your mouth around him again, relaxing your throat and suctioning deeply. His eyes rolled back into his head with a deep groan, curls falling back from around his face and exposing his arched neck, his adams apple bobbing as he let his head fall limply backwards. 

“Fuck baby, your mouth is heaven,” he whined as you sucked rhythmically. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

Pulling off him, you pumped his cock quickly in your fist, kissing near the muscular V that dipped between his hips. “Wanna make you cum,” you whispered, turning your head and licking from base to tip before sinking back down around him. 

He nodded slowly, looking fucked out and dazed with his eyes lidded and those thick dark brows furrowed, tipped up in pleasure. “Mmmmfffuck, yes, baby please…” His fingers tightened in your hair, his face screwing up in a blissful wince as you took him deeper, throat tightening in a near-gag. Your hand never ceased jerking his length, and you focused your mouth near his tip, letting your tongue worship the sweet sensitive spot underneath the ridge of his head. 

Sweat began shining across his forehead, his cheeks flushed. He grit his teeth, “So close, ‘m gonna cum baby-“ he gasped, abs clenching as he fought the urge to fuck your mouth. You helped him out by pressing a hand to his hip, pinning him to the floor as you sped up your hand. “Ah- yesyesyesyes-“ he gasped, “I’m cu-UUhhh-” Danny groaned loudly, head tossing back as his cock pulsed erratically in your grip. Seconds later you tasted his release as it leaked across your tongue and down your throat. You relaxed your grip gradually, working him through it and slowing down until he hissed, spasming under you. You lifted your mouth off of him, admiring his flushed face and chest as he panted. With a wide, proud smile, you rose to your knees, crawling up beside him and laying on your side, leaning over his face. 

He blinked up at you lazily, smiling so tenderly you felt your heart flip in your chest. “Hey,” he quietly rasped. You giggled, bringing a hand to cup his jaw. “Hey back,” you returned. “Enjoy third base?” 

Danny blinked at you for a second before snorting and laughing breathlessly, nose crinkling as he nodded his head incredulously. “Very, very much, yes,” he giggled. 

You grinned wide, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, kissing there sweetly. “Me too.”

The record had played through the first side, spinning the nostalgic static sound of vinyl through the speakers rhythmically. Danny’s breath evened out, and he hummed contentedly. “M’very much looking forward to returning the favor,” his sly voice rumbled above you smoothly.

He chuckled at your soft noise of surprise. “You like that thought?” He rolled on his side, coming face to face with you. You bit your lip, scanning his face. “Mhmm.”

“Me too,” he whispered teasingly, echoing your previous words with a smirk. He captured your lips in a slow but passionate kiss, tongue slipping alongside yours lazily but with purpose. You moaned softly, pressing your bare chest against his. Against your lips he mumbled, “Lemme taste your sweet pussy.” He licked against your tongue devilishly, smirking as he murmured his teasing words. “Want you to cum for me, right on my face,” he continued, working you into a breathless whiny mess. 

You weakly pawed at his chest, nodding along with his nasty words. “Baby,” you breathed, “Want it so bad.”

He faux simpered with you, mossy-brown eyes watching you with exaggerated sympathy, “I know, gorgeous girl, bet your pretty pussy is soaked for me.” He ran his hand south from its place at your lower back, slipping down to your thigh where your skirt ended. You held heated eye contact as his callused palm smoothed along your thigh, inching upwards until it met the band of your lacey panties. You watched as he bit his lip, fingers sliding under the elastic around your thigh and grabbing a handful of your ass. He dipped forward into a kiss, nibbling at your bottom lip as he squeezed, spreading your ass slightly as he kneaded. His hot breath mingled with your own, and he smirked as you let out a small choked whine. His fingers dipped in between your legs further, his long fingers touching the pool of your wetness between your thighs, brushing the crease of your pussy. His lips parted in awe, and you inhaled sharply through your nose at his touch.

He positively purred, “Mmmm, guess I was right… so fuckin’ wet for me…” His fingers withdrew, snaking around to push your hips back. You laid flat for him on the floor, letting him lean over you darkly, he never let his face stray far from your own, preferring to tease you with his lips hovering just inches above, out of reach. 

His hand lifted your skirt up, laying it flipped up over your stomach. His eyes peeked below, eyelids hooding darkly at the sight of your little black panties. He watched his fingertips slip beneath the waistband, pausing there and looking back up. “You want me to touch you?” he confirmed softly. 

You smiled shyly, nodding. “Don’t back out on me now,” you teased. Danny smirked devilishly, smoothing his hand down into your panties, parting your lips and slipping his middle and ring finger through your wet folds. You whined pathetically, any remaining fight in you flying out the window. “Oh my god yes,” you whispered, grinding up into his hand. His calluses that strategically littered those long sexy fingers felt so unexpectedly delicious against your clit, and you chased the friction as he circled it with the pads of his fingers. He licked his lips absently, lost in the beautiful faces you made as he explored and learned your body like this. His fingers slipped around easily, your wetness coating his fingers as he toyed with you experimentally. 

“Perfect,” he breathed, “so soft ‘n wet, better than I imagined.” 

You bit back a groan, and he smiled, watching you falling apart already under his touch. He slid his fingers a little lower, locating your entrance blindly. Your eyes fluttered open just as he began pushing his middle finger into your tight hole, and you moaned weakly, “Dannyyy-“ 

He groaned softly, beginning to pump his finger in and out, memorizing the soft wet feeling around his hand. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight, you feel like fucking heaven,” he praised, his thumb joining the action and beginning to rub and circle your clit. 

Your head fell limply back onto the decorative throw pillow beneath you, letting out a whiney sigh. It quickly shot back up once Danny started shifting and wiggling, making his way southward down your body. “Oh shit,” you watched him look up at you with a smirk that you were sure could make you cum by itself if you thought hard enough. His eyes sparkled with the playful but intense desire that surrounded the evening, his pink tongue flicking out and licking at the crease of your thigh and winking up at you right after. 

Your lips curled up in a shy smirk, invitingly lifting up your hips. He chuckled, smoothing his hands up your thighs, under your skirt until his fingers curled into the band of your panties. He pulled them down, his focus shifting to watch the fabric peel off your drenched slit. His brows knit, a shaky sigh leaving his lips as he uncovered you, pulling them past your knees. You lifted both legs up, knees to your chest as you finished the job and tossed them beside you. 

Broad, warm hands caught your knees before you could lower them, and he rose up to his knees, peering down at you from over your bent legs. He rested his chin playfully on his hands, cocking his head. His next words were raspy, low and absolutely charged with sexual energy. 

“I’m gonna eat you out, and I won’t be stopping until you’re shaking and soaking my face. And then,” he kept his eyes on yours as his hands spread your knees open, still keeping you bent in half, “Then I’m gonna fill this sweet little cunt with my cock…” he said as he lowered himself down. Your jaw hung open, and you simply nodded weakly, stunned.

 “Gonna fuck you,” he over-articulated the filthy promise, words echoing in your brain. He pressed a kiss to your hip bone, voice getting breathier and raspier the nearer he got to his prize. “Gonna slip right into this perfect little pussy, over…” he licked up your slit slowly, whispering, “...and over…” he bit gently at your outer labia, “...and over.” 

You let out a strangled grunt, your jaw clenching as Danny open-mouth enveloped your pussy in his mouth, running his tongue flat over your clit and sucking it into his lips with a slurp. “Fuck, Dannyyy…” your voice trailed off in a high pitched whine, letting your head fall back as your toes curled. “Aren’t you gonna take the skirt off?”

He ran his hands up the underside of your thighs, keeping you bent and spread open for him. “Fuck no… it’s so sexy,” he growled, “It stays on.” His fingers massaged your thighs, squeezing them around his head. You nodded, lip tucked tightly beneath your teeth as you whimpered. 

He groaned roughly into you, muffled by your wet folds as his face completely buried between your legs. He let his tongue sink into your entrance, curling it up rhythmically, and the tip of his perfect, falcon-like nose pressed deliciously into your clit. As Danny’s head tilted, hungrily lapping you up, he shook his face steadily back and forth, flawlessly drawing your stomach muscles tighter and tighter. 

“Dan- OH fuck baby- Danny yes, yesyesyes!” Arching your back, Danny followed your body’s clues, bringing one of his hands off your thighs to quickly tease two fingers against your entrance. You pressed as much as you could against his fingertips, and he moaned around your clit as he slipped them in. 

“So eager, dirty girl,” he mumbled against your clit. You looked down at him, his hair dishevelled around his cheeks and damp from your wetness. His eyes were so dark, so hungry. Slowly, your orgasm simmered, and you bucked against him. Danny seemed sense it coming, and he rolled his tongue over your clit as firmly as he could, fucking his fingers into you faster. Wet, filthy noises filled the room, accompanied by Danny’s soft gasps and slurps against you. Your moans egged him on, and he groaned into you, vibrating against your swollen bud, finally tipping you over the edge. 

Crying out his name on a broken sob, you shook against his face weakly, thighs trembling at his cheeks and clenching around his fingers spastically. “Oh- Ohh my god, oh…” his tongue softened, babying your clit as you came down and slipping his fingers out gently. 

Finally, you sighed, going limp and relaxing your legs at either side of him. Your eyes fluttered open after a moment, catching Danny’s eyes running up and down your flushed body as he sucked your slick off his fingers. You whined softly, making him look up at you, and his eyes crinkled in a smile. 

His body fell over yours, catching himself on his palms on both sides of your head. He hovered over your face, smiling wide. 

You grinned up at him lazily, brushing his hair behind his ear. “So of course you’re amazing at that, too,” you joked. 

He smirked, licking his bottom lip and biting it smugly, “I dunno, I think I just spent so long imagining doing it, it must’ve paid off.” 

You raised an eyebrow, “How long exactly are we talking?” 

Danny leaned down, kissing you sweetly and cupping your face. You let him kiss you for a few moments, then giggled against his lips and pushed at his shoulders. “Hey hey, you can’t shut me up with kisses,” you teased, “answer me!”

He blushed, rolling his eyes. “Long enough, alright?” Shyly, he cupped your face. His thumb gently swept over your cheek and his eyes seemed to just drink you in. You felt your cheeks getting hot, and you blinked up at him demurely. “Mmm… alright. Keep kissing me,” you grinned, and he chuckled softly, capturing your lips again. 

He lowered himself to his elbows, never breaking the kiss. You reached down, but Danny swatted your hand away gently, unzipping your skirt himself. Shuffling around, you both managed to wiggle it down your legs. You opened them, letting Danny’s toned body lie against you. 

You felt his erection, smirking against his lips. “Somebody recovered quickly.”

He shot you a smug look, “I aim to please.” He sat up on his knees, grabbing your hips and pulling you down the bed towards him. You gasped, giggling up at him, smiling down at you devilishly before spreading your legs open by your knees. Biting your lip, you watched his face as his hand smoothed down your stomach until his two fingers spread you open. He spread the evidence of your orgasm around slickly, sighing to himself hungrily. “Fuck,” he whispered. 

“Baby…” you pleaded quietly, making him look up at your face. “Want you, Danny.” 

His lips parted in a shuddery sigh, eyes hooding darkly. “I want you, baby, want you all over me,” his tone betraying his waning self control. 

He wanted you all over him… how could you say no? 

With a cheeky smirk, you sat up to face him, distracting him with a kiss. He immediately melted into your lips, his hands leaving your hips to hold your face tenderly. Perfect. You suddenly pushed him back, his head landing at the foot of the bed. His curls settled around his surprised face, giving him an adorably vulnerable aura. You climbed over his body, straddling him and leaning down to continue the sweet kisses. He whined into your mouth, his abdomen tensing, and you felt his cock slipping through your wetness as he ground up into you. 

You broke the kiss with a whimper, your eyes fluttering open. Danny’s eyes searched your face, his heart pounding in his chest beneath your hands. In the silence, there was a moment shared between you, as his mossy brown eyes explored your own. A wordless confirmation of holy shit, this is happening. I’m so happy. You’re everything.

I need you.

Danny held eye contact as his hand slid between your bodies, grasping himself as you lifted your hips instinctively. He only broke the stare when he glanced down, holding himself up at your entrance. 

You bit your lip, muffling the shaky whimper as you sunk down, stretching yourself around him slowly. Danny’s eyes glazed over, threatening to roll back, which you might’ve giggled at if it wasn’t currently the most erotic thing you’d ever seen. 

“Ohhhh fffffuck,” Danny’s head fell back into the quilt, his eyes fluttering shut as you took him to the base. His hands came to rest at your waist, fingers flexing needily. Experimentally, you clenched tight around him, and he groaned, bucking into you slightly. You cupped his cheek, leaning down slightly and rolling your hips. His eyes opened, meeting your intense gaze, the need for each other growing by the second. 

Like an insatiable itch, you started lifting your hips then rolling back down into his pelvis. His hands tightened on your hips, and he panted, feet planting and meeting your hips with his own shallow thrusts. Staring into each other’s eyes, you moaned, “Oh my fuck-” 

His lips curled in a lazy, fucked out smirk, fucking himself into you harder. “Mmmm… so good honey, feels amazing.” 

You nodded, fighting the fatigue in your thighs as you sped up. “So fucking big, so full. Wanna fuck you forever, feel your cock inside me,” you slurred, panting around your words. Danny growled, the muscles in his chest clenching as he cemented himself to the bed, pulling your body down against his. 

You whimpered in surprise, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, “Danny, fuck, I-” He cut you off, or rather you cut yourself off with a choked groan as his hips started jackhammering up into you relentlessly. He grunted, teeth gritting as he wrapped his arms around your back snugly. Despite the absolute abuse he was inflicting below, the gesture had you flushing with warmth at how safe and loved you felt. One strong arm snaked under your armpit, hooking his hand on your shoulder, and squeezing around your waist with the other. His panted whines and grunts in your ear accompanied by the tickle of his curls against your face helped anchor you in the heavenly experience that was this moment. 

“Pussy feels like fucking heaven, baby,” He rasped, voice having dropped an octave from its usual timbre. He gave a particularly enthusiastic roll, deliciously dragging out of your cunt before resuming his pounding pace. You tucked your chin down and kissed his shoulder and neck, licking and biting lovingly as you cried out and moaned against his skin. “Fuck, Danny,” you whined hoarsely, muffled against his shoulder, “You fuck me so good, I need you so fucking bad!” 

His pubic bone ground against your clit deliciously, and he let out a growly, coarse yell as his cock fucked into you animalistically. The heat began building in your belly, brewing steadily.

 “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m getting close, Danny please, don’t stop, don’t stop don’tstopplease-” He bit down on your neck hard, groaning loudly into your skin. Soothing the bite with a wet kiss, he slammed your hips harder into his, your bodies pressed too tightly together to move at all other than the wild, animalistic thrusts of your hips. His thighs, strong and flexed as he fucked into you, began to shake slightly from the strain. 

Using his iron grip around your torso, he rolled you onto your back before you had a chance to react. Immediately resuming his bruising pace, he sat up on his haunches, pulling you by your hips up into his cock, hard. You let out a sob of pleasure, staring up at him, this absolute god of a man, through hazy eyes as he destroyed you. He let one hand slide up your side, grabbing your tit and squeezing roughly. Crying out, you arched into his touch. Your climax built steadily, and on cue, Danny came back down to press his front against yours. His breath fanned across your face, softly puffing as his back arched and flexed, fucking into you desperately. His eyes burned into your own, mirroring the intensity you felt. 

He held your jaw in his hand, his other supporting his weight beside your head. Your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in. “You’re mine, aren’t you? You’re my girl,” he roughly growled.

You nodded weakly, lips parted in a silent cry. “Yours, Danny, I’m fucking yours,” you croaked, gasping as he slammed into you, hard, “Gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered, slurring your words. 

His knees buckled, and you groaned as his eyes rolled back. His jaw clenched and he mouthed the words, “Oh fuck, oh fuck-” 

His pleasure shot you to the peak, cumming hard around his cock with a drawn out, “Fuuuuck Danny!” Clawing at his back as your vision blurred, you felt his whole body tense and shake, His warm release filling you as he gave a few more lazy thrusts, working you both through the waves of pleasure. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered weakly, relaxing your legs around his hips as he slowly pulled out, hissing. 

Danny panted, swallowing and looking down at you with a lazy but bright smile. Your lips twitched, and he started chuckling. You giggled, pulling him down with you to the floor. 

He pulled you close, his arm wrapping around your head and nestling you into his chest as he held you, chuckling softly. His lips pressed sweetly against the crown of your head, and you hummed contentedly, smiling against his sweaty chest. 

You laid silently for a few peaceful moments, catching your breath and listening to Danny’s heart as it returned to normal. 

It was him that spoke first, his hand petting your hair sweetly. “I’ve never felt like that before,” he shyly whispered. You grinned wide into his skin, kissing gently. “Me neither,” you returned. 

He grabbed a pillow, tucking it under his head, and looking down at you as he readjusted. Lifting your head off his chest, you caught his eye. He paused, just drinking in the sight of you, naked and glowing, flushed with the warmth of the evening's exertions and the warmth of the tender afterglow. 

You self-consciously shifted, smiling nervously, “...What…?”

He shook his head slowly, “I’m just… you’re stunning.” 

Blushing, you giggled softly, “Stop that.” 

He smiled, shaking his head again, “No, I won’t stop, you are. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he sat up, cupping your face and leaning in. You blushed hotter, melting into his kiss. He reluctantly pulled away with one last peck of his lips, taking your hand and standing up with you. You wobbled, stumbling into his arms, making him giggle and hold you close to him. 

He glanced at the door, a smirk crossing his lips as he looked back at you. “I think Sam’s down for the count… shower with me?” His fingers laced with yours and your heart fluttered. 

“Oh… yeah, okay,” you grinned, “I’d never pass up a chance to see you wet and naked.” His jaw dropped in playful shock, his hand smacking your ass lightly as he stepped away to grab his boxers. “Dirty,” he smirked, and you giggled, snatching his shirt and pulling it on. As you buttoned only the bottom three buttons, you cocked your hips. “Mhmm, that’s why we’re showering.”

He shot you an unimpressed look and you simply smirked, turning and opening the door. 

As soon as the door swung open, a lanky, tall body came crashing in, landing with a drunken “Oof-” at your feet. You shrieked, jumping back, and Danny yelped, his hand resting over his chest to soothe his racing heart. “What the fuck, Samuel,” you hissed, calming your breathing. 

The goofy boy rolled onto his back, looking up at you innocently. “Just seeing what my best friends are up to,” he cooed, and you noticed his state of dress. His shirt hung open off his shoulders, and his pants wrinkled and disheveled buttoned around his hips. 

Danny glared, hurriedly pulling his pants over his boxers. “Yeah? how long were you eavesdropping at the fucking door?” he flatly hissed. Sam snickered, any sense of invasion lost on him, clearly. “Oh relax, just for a few seconds. Heard you guys up and about, figured the coast was clear.”

He stumbled to his feet, leaning on the doorframe for support. “I had a great evening too, thanks for asking,” he huffed sarcastically. 

You rolled your eyes, the blankets now tucked around your half naked body. “I’m so happy for you Sam, now get the fuck out!”

Danny marched him out of the room by his scrawny shoulders, as Sam called over his shoulder, “You both owe me, I expect details, DETAILS-” 

Danny shut the door, turning his back and leaning against it. His eyes met yours, and you both grinned, then burst into laughter. 

He walked over, flopping beside you in bed and curling his body into yours, snickering. “Shower tomorrow?”

“Oh yeah.”

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Hurts So Good

Warnings: 18+! smut, oral (fem rec), fingering, female orgasm/squirting, praise kink, slight fluff, mention of religion (if you squint I guess)

A/N: This is my first smut fanfiction on tumblr so I honestly do not know what to expect but... Hope you all like it as much as I do! Enjoy 🫶🏻

“I believe that when the universe... - or God - whatever you want to call it...” He presses his lips against yours, pausing mid sentence and slips one hand at the nape of your neck, gently holding your face in front of his. Although, with your core being pressed against his through the thin fabric of your skirt, he doesn't dare look at you in fear that he might lose his composure.

“Yes, sunshine?” You ask, noticing that he has lost himself in the feeling of your fingers locked in his curls.

You're desperate to know what he's thinking. You always want to learn about his thoughts and feelings as he is the most interesting and mesmerizing person you've ever met. Nothing that comes out of his mouth sounds plain or uninteresting to you.

Calling the relationship you have with Josh "magnetic" feels like a disgrace as even when you truly connect, you both desperately need more. At that point, even if you could merge together, you aren't sure you'd be fully satisfied.

“I believe that when He painted us on his canvas of creation... He made sure our lips, together, could open a whole dimension of their own.” He breaths out against your skin before leaving a sweet kiss on your shoulder and then your collarbone.

Head spinning from the beauty of the words which just spilled out of him, you pull away just enough to be able to cup his face and meet his adoring gaze. You feel as if your heart is doubling in size and tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you initiate the next kiss. It goes further this time, the tip of your tongues slightly exploring the other. His hold on your back tightens, wanting to feel your chest pressed against his. That move results in your hips moving forward a little bit and you can't help but moan against his mouth. The friction sends a burst of warmth between your legs and you breath catches in your throat. You swear if your eyes were open, your vision would be way past blurry.

“Beyond fucking divine. Feels like I'm glistening and you are the only source of light.” He gently pulls at your hair roots and growls behind your ear and you cannot help but make fun of his choice of words.

“I like how you put 'fucking' right before 'divine'... Quite poetic.” You throw your head back slightly as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inviting him in a little closer.

He lets out a puff of air, amused by your response which inevitably sends delicious shivers down your spine. His left hand moves from behind your neck and makes its way to your thigh. It doesn't take long before he's teasing his way under the verge of your skirt, making your muscles tense up from the hypnotic feeling of the tip of his fingers brushing lightly over your skin. His lips reconnect with yours and your hips roll against his, making him grunt as you gently bite his lower lip. His fingernails dig into your thighs, making your hiss from the sting but the pain ultimately encourages you to keep grinding on his growing hardness. The mood starts to shift significantly and everything begins to move quickly. Your hands work on helping him remove his white long sleeve, careful not to pull on his mala beads or to touch them with your index fingers. Josh smiles to himself for a couple of seconds, feeling incredibly appreciative of your gentleness and respect for his beliefs.

“Can we leave this on?” He points to your colourful flowy skirt and you just nod in response, tightening your grip on his curls and enjoying how his length feels pressed against your heat. “Yeah? Will you let me disappear under it and love on you for a little while? Would you like that, baby?”

“Yes” It almost comes out as a yell when he flips you over without any warning before tugging your tank top down just enough to make your tits pop free and you giggle at his apparent urgency.

You let out a gasp when he leaves a wet kiss on your hardened nipple and then another one before gently sucking on it as he pinches the other one with his cold fingers, instantly replacing your laughter with heavier breaths. When his teeth lightly graze the sensitive bud, you can't help but call out his name in a moan.

The heat inside your lower half starts spreading like a wildfire as he cups your jaw and pulls you into a lustful kiss. You can feel him grinding against your inner thigh, desperately trying to relieve some of the tension. Your hands roam on his back where the warmth of his exposed skin meet yours. There's something so sensual about the way his muscles flex under your fingers as he moves down your body, kissing you all over. It made you feel like you were tingling. Like taking a deep breath a fresh air whilst bathing in the sun.

“Josh” You wimper when he lowers the elastic band of your skirt just enough to be able to suck above your pubic bone with purpose.

You call to him again after having gotten zero reaction. Finally, he lets go and looks up to you, cheeks painted in a pretty shade of pink and his brown eyes sparkling with desire with a subtle hint of mischief. He loves having you like this, marked by his lips he knows you adore so badly. He thrives on giving you what you want and it procures him the most euphoria when you let the pleasure be heard.

“You're so pretty, so perfect.” His words send a jolt of bliss through you and you feel as though your whole chest could burst. The feeling gets so overwhelming, it nearly brings tears to your eyes. “Thank you. My pretty girl... Thank you for giving me this. You.” His knuckles roam softly over the swell of your breasts as he admires your beauty from below.

“Kiss me, please” Is all that you manage to say. Well... almost implore.

Without wasting a single second, he climbs up your body and your right leg follows the movement, wrapping itself around him. His mouth moves slowly yet hungrily against yours, tongues dancing together delicately as he fondles your leg. You're a mess, panting and moaning with your hands lost into his fluffy curls. You need that kind of intimate moment, you crave it. Maybe more than you ever did before.

“M'so in love with you, it hurts.” The words come out of you as soon as your lips part and you both close your eyes, foreheads connecting as you catch your breath.

“I know, mama... I know.” His thumb brushes over your plumped lips and he stares deeply into your eyes, a slight grind forming on the corner of his mouth. “But it hurts so good, doesn't it?” He questions, emphasizing on the 'so', even tho you both knew it needn't answer.

“So so good. You always make me feel so good.” You squirm under him, needing more touch and you feel him twitch in his briefs as your tits press against his chest.

“Yeah?” He questions and you nod eagerly in response as he lowers himself, beautiful beaming smile spreading across his face until he reaches your inner thighs and finally disappears under your piece of clothing.

It's something new, exciting. You never even thought of trying this with Josh before but there you are, weak and trembling and ready for his next move.

“Relax your muscles, take a deep breath for me.” His words sound muffled as a layer of fabric separates the two of you.

You oblige by inhaling deeply and letting go fully, back sinking deeper into the mattress to focus on your sense of surrendering. It replaces anticipation with peace and a form pleasure so strong and divinely lead, you see yourself sparkle.

Your heart flutters in response to the delicate kisses he leaves on both your inner thighs. He worships you, tell you how perfect you are while taking his time as the tip of his middle finger moves up and down slowly, through your soaking folds. You hiss at the contact of his freezing cold skin against the most sensitive part of your body. Although it brings some relief, the temperature difference creates a sharp and delicious pain between your opened legs. It's only when he slips in a single digit to tease you briefly, that your back arches slightly, mouth forming a soft 'o'.

You surprise yourself thinking about how you wish you could see his face as he looks down, concentrating on bringing you to the edge and how you wish he could see how red he can make your cheeks turn. His hands slip around your hips to rest on your upper thighs so he can just press you down against his slick tongue. Which is, in a swift movement, exactly what he does. Resulting in a loud moan escaping you.

“That's it, sweet girl. Let me hear those beautiful noices.” He breaks off the contact to speak, replacing his tongue with his fingers as he praises you.

Your legs have to reflex to close themselves around his head when he starts to gently suck of your swollen clit. You manage to contain yourself and it makes your eyes roll back when he chuckles against you, sending waves of vibration through you. You love every part of this. You love the way you can know he's simply so eager to make you feel good without even being able to see him. You love the way his facial hair brush against your slight regrowth and his puffy hair against your legs. But most of all, you love how his teeth faintly graze against your silky nub and the way your inner hurricane starts raging when he pushes two fingers inside you, in search of the exact spot that will make you lose all your senses. The sounds bouncing off the walls of this hotel room are absolutely pornographic. Moans, whimpers and the evidence of how desperately wet he makes you are the only things that can be heard.

He slows down the pace and pulls his face away from your center, after feeling your walls tighten around him. You were so close to your release and frustration makes a brief appearance as he retreats.

“Please, Josh... Don't stop.” You grip the sheets a little tighter and push your hips up in search of anything that could get you off but he responds by yanking you back down, making you gasp loudly.

“Stay still. Focus of your breathing. Trust me, it'll be so much better if you manage to clear your mind and relax.” He asks of you with a small voice, almost as though he is ready to implore you. So you listen to him, once again and steady your breathing.

Meanwhile, your focus is kept on how good it feels when he resumes playing you. His left hand is pressing on your lower belly, just above your pubic area as the right one is busy, two fingers rubbing your g-spot so flawlessly, it would turn even God into a sinner. It doesn't take long before it starts to get too intense and the rapid flicking of his tongue paired with the languorous kisses is what sends you over the edge.

It snaps without warning and every limb of your body begins to shake uncontrollably. It's like nothing you ever felt before. The untameable sensations take your breath away. Your lover's name quickly spills out of your mouth repeatedly and unapologetically as he grunts onto your overwhelmed self, practically sending you into overstimulation. You see his lower half from the corner of your eyes, rubbing frantically and shakily on the matress and it almost makes you want him to start over what he was just doing to you. Almost.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N” He breaths out with a stern tone, nearly scaring you until he gets out of his little hiding place and you can see how absolutely drenched his face and hair is.

The surprised look in his eyes would make you laugh if it wasn't for the breath that catched in your throat. You didn't know if you felt purely exhilarated or ashamed. The darkness of your apple cheeks suggests that it might be a little bit of both.

“Well... Consider me blown away.” In a move that simultaneously shocks you and turns you on at the same time, he, without a care in the world, grabs the hem of your skirt and wipes your cum off his face with it. Your laughter instantly fills the room, lightning up the atmosphere.

“We're gonna have to change the sheets.” He smirks down at the pool that had accumulated under you, clearly proud to be the reason it happened. “It's fucking everywhere.” He chuckles before adjusting your top so it covers your chest again, placing it perfectly and giving you a quick but loving kiss.

“Let me take care of you.” You wisper, moving up a little bit to kiss him on the shoulder as your hand slid down to his underwear.

But he grabs it and pull it out, shaking his head side to side, attempting to hide the embarrassment painted all over his facial traits. You eyes widen from the understanding that he was in fact, already done. As much as you don't want to take pride in it and feed your ego, the reality of it makes you smile.

“M'sorry...” He closes his eyes, unable to lock eyes with yours.

“Don't be sorry Josh, it's completely okay.” You gently hold his warm cheeks so he finally dare look at you and you flash him the most reassuring smile you possibly could.

“You know I adore when you take care of me. But, fuck... I came all over myself as soon as this happened. T'was so fucking hot my love, thank you.” He speeks softly, gesturing to the mess you created together, no longer feeling embarrassed but still quite shy about his inability to make the fun last longer.

You kiss him as to answer and he then lay down next to you and rest his head on your chest. One thing about him is that he would never miss an opportunity to listen to your heartbeat coming down after such a strong, exhilarating high. Even if it meant forgetting about the mess and sleeping in dirty, demp sheets.

“You Goddess.” He mumbles against your abdomen, face buried into your soft tank top and you let out a discreet giggle while dipping your fingers into his curls, feeling him slowly doze off comfortably nuzzled against you: The love of his life who just added a core memory to his precious collection of moments he would protect and cherish forever.

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Can you do a fic where your being an absolute brat and Danny keeps tally of everything then when you get home he delivers one hell of a punishment?

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Warnings

Smut 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), m!dom f!sub dynamic, edging, spanking, public stuff kind of, degradation?, a smidge of choking, ✨️daddy kink✨️, squirting

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You weren't quite sure why you decided to do this today, but nonetheless you were doing it.

You were being a complete and utter brat.

It had started with Danny trying to get ready, delicately tending to his curls fresh out the shower. You had tried to distract him, to get him to pay attention to you instead. Slowly creeping up behind him, arms reaching around his waist to loosen the towel hanging low on his hips.

A simple

"No."

With his hands removing you from his body served as his answer to your not so subtle request. You pouted at him, almost childishly crossing your arms in a mimick of a temper tantrum as you made eye contact in the mirror.

"Sweetheart," He sighed, face softening as he turned to face you, " I have to go into the studio today, you know that."

You continued your silent glare.

"Look, how about you come meet me there this afternoon? You can watch us finish up these tracks, and then we'll come home and I'll treat you like the princess you are? Ok?"

"Fine." You rolled your eyes. You had wanted him then and there, and really, you should've just behaved until he came home. He had already promised you exactly what you wanted, just later. But of course, that would've been too simple.

So you let him finish getting ready, and waved him goodbye as he left to meet his brothers in the studio. You quickly hopped into the shower after he left, devising your plan as you got ready for the day.

Step one was choosing your outfit.

Simple enough, right?

No, not today.

You were put off by his rejection, even though you knew he would've rather stayed in bed with you than go into the studio. And so you decided you could tease him a little while he worked.

After searching through your entire wardrobe, and his, you settled on a sundress. Deep forest green, falling at your mid-thigh. Danny had loved this one the second you brought it home, and frequently told you how stunning you looked in it.

So you slipped the dress over your body, foregoing any underwear.

You touched up your hair and makeup, slipping on some shoes and booking your uber to the studio.

You arrived just as the guys were wrapping up to take a break.

"Hey y/n" Jake smiled from his seat, quickly turning his attention back to Sam in the recording booth as he finished playing the new riff. You took a seat beside Josh, he flashed you a quick smile before continuing to scribble down lyrics in his old tattered notebook. Finally, your eyes landed on Danny, deeply invested in making sure everything Sam played was perfect, barely even acknowledging your presence. He was a perfectionist at heart, but his indifference to you relit the bratty streak he'd begun to unearth this morning.

Only a few moments later, Sam's playing stopped, and he emerged from the booth.

"I'm fucking starving. Lunch?"

The twins both hummed in agreement with their brother, but danny gently shook his head, mumbling something about wanting to work on his solo for the next tour.

The sounds of the kiszkas bickering about where to get food gently drifted down the hallway until they were out of earshot, and Danny slowly rose from his seat.

"Hey darling" He murmured, coming to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"Mind if I work on this for a minute? I know I invited you, but Sam ended up taking longer than we thought and I really need to work on this and how it connects to songs. You know how it goes." He gently chuckled, lips still resting against your hair.

You nodded, smiling softly, he missed the mischievous glint in your eyes as be entered the booth and settled behind his kit. He flashed you a quick smile through the glass separating you before beginning to play.

His playing was animalistic, arms thrashing wildly. It never failed to turn you on, so as his arms began to slow you delicately uncrossed your legs, pulling the hem of your dress just enough to reveal yourself to him.

As he landed one final crash on the cymbals, his eyes met yours, then he noticed. His eyes darkened instantly, and he shook his head, mouthing a stern "no." To you.

You took no notice, running your hand down your thigh, until it dipped under the hem of your dress. Slowly, you gathered the wetness that had been building between your thighs, grazing your fingertips across your clit. He never broke his stare, his grip on his drumsticks tightening at your defiance.

You let your eyes flutter shut, slowly giving into the pleasure building in your stomach.

The sound of a door slamming snapped you out of your trance as Danny stormed over to you.

"What. The. Fuck." He spat.

"I need you daddy. Needed you all day."

You tried to play coy, but he wasn't having any of it.

"And I told you, later. And I tried to be sweet to you, inviting you into the studio with me. I was planning on spoiling you later, such a shame I'm going to have to punish you instead."

He leaned down, his hand resting at the base of your neck. A warning.

"You're such a slut" He breathed against your ear.

The sounds of the kiszkas returning from lunch snapped danny out of his trance. His eyes were still darkened but he was able to put up a facade of simply being frustrated with his solo. You excused yourself, claiming the beginnings of a painful headache were plaguing you, and slipped out the door and home.

You figured you had dug yourself deep enough, and you knew you were in for one hell of a punishment and didn't want to make it worse. Danny was typically a gentle lover, times like this were far and few between. Times where he let himself be consumed by it, when he let go and the gentle lovemaking you grew accustomed to became nothing more than the natural desire to give and to take.

Hours passed, you had swaped the dress for comfy shorts and one of his shirts, you hair was up and your makeup was off. You had cooked dinner but ended up eating it alone, wondering if you really did take it too far. You were about to call your losses and head to bed when the sound of the door slamming took you by surprise.

"Get your ass on that bed naked in the next 30 seconds or so help you."

Fuck.

He was pissed.

You hurried upstairs, stripping your clothes as you went. You laid across the bed, and a few minutes later he followed you into the room.

"Oh princess, look at you, you do know how to behave. So tell me why you decided to be such a fucking brat today, huh?"

You just shook your head, unable to form an answer that would suffice.

"And that's strike 3 now. You just keep making this worse for yourself."

You felt your wetness slowly making a mess between your thighs at his stern tone and stony glare.

"So here's what's going to happen, I'm going to punish you, for everytime you misbehaved today. And when I feel like you deserve it, you get to cum. Ok?"

"Yes daddy." You whispered. You rarely called him that, but you knew he would accept nothing else tonight.

He stepped forward, tugging his shirt off and climbing onto the bed. Spreading your legs apart, he immediately plunged two fingers into you, setting a relentless pace.

You let moans flow wantonly from your mouth, uncaring of if the neighbours could hear.

"Daddy- oh- daddy I'm close I'm gonna-"

And just as you were about to let it wash over you, he pulled his hand away, leaving you dripping and desperate.

"Wha-"

"I told you, you're getting punished. Now what do you think that one was for?"

He stared down his nose at you, one eyebrow quirked upward, await a response.

When you had nothing to say, he quickly filled in for you.

"That, was for trying to distract me this morning." You understood what he was looking for now, and you knew that was only the beginnings of his punishment.

He grabbed you by your waist, flipping you over with ease so you laid across his lap.

His large hand stroked almost gently across your ass, before coming down with a harsh crack against your skin. He pulled your hair back so he could meet your eyes, silently checking in that this was ok, a small reminder that he was still your danny underneath all this. You nodded wordlessly, arching your back and presenting your ass towards him for another hit. This time, when his hand his your reddened flesh, you moaned, eyes fluttering closed as you walked the line between pain and pleasure. His spanked you 3 more times, you could feel yourself dripping onto his lap more with each hit. Finally, he brought his hand down between your legs, landing a swift smack to your neglected pussy.

Your whole body jolted forward.

"Daddy please"

"Oh someone liked that," you could hear the smirk in his voice, "Look how wet you are for daddy, dripping all over my jeans. You're making quite the mess princess."

He sunk his fingers back into you, using his thumb to rub quick circles on your clit. Still sensitive from being edged, it didn't take long before you felt the familiar heat in your stomach.

"Daddy, daddy, I'm cl-ose"

Your voice cracked as you knew your orgasm would be denied again.

Just as you predicted, he removed his hand, once again flipping you so you laid spread across the bed on your back.

"And what was that one for, sweetheart?"

He settled on his stomach between your legs, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"That was for what I did at the studio, daddy"

He hummed in approval,

"That's right, it was for acting like a dirty little slut. Right there on that couch where anyone could've walked in on you. Acting like a depraved little whore, like I don't take care of you, huh? So starved for attention you finger yourself right there in my workplace."

You didn't know where this had come from, but his words made you clench around nothing, desperate for any kind of relief.

Without saying another word, he lowered his head, his tongue teasing your entrance.

He lapped lazy stripes up to your clit, closing his lips around the little bud to gently suck.

You were almost screaming at this point, sweat coating your body, thrashing against the sheets. It was sinful, the way his tongue lowered to your entrance again, this time pushing inside as the bridge of his nose bumped against your clit.

He flattened his tongue, hooking his hands around your thighs, urging you to grind against his face. Each drag against his mouth had you falling in deeper, just as it was about to wash over you, it was gone.

He sat up, licking his lips.

"And that, was for not answering me when I spoke to you."

His gaze softened, and in a stark contrast to his previous actions, his lips met yours in a gentle kiss, pulling back to let his forehead rest against yours.

"Please baby, I need you do you think you can take me now?"

His facade had broken, and all that was left of his anger was animalistic desire.

"Please daddy," you nearly sobbed, "Please I need you I need to cum, please."

He sat up, finally freeing himself from the constriction of his jeans, hooking his thumbs in his boxers to pull the down as well. His erection slapped up against his stomach, hard and flushed a deep red, leaking precum already. You had almost forgotten through your punishment that he hadn't been touched. You reached forward to take him in your hand.

"No, princess, I need to be inside. Need you now."

He took both your wrists in one hand, holding them above your head as he lined himself up. With one swift movement, he sheathed himself inside you, pausing for a moment to let you adjust.

"Please, danny, please move." You breathed.

He immediately began thrusting, a relentless pace chasing his high. He pulled you hips up into his lap, angling you so that every thrust would brush against that spot. Both of you had been so wound up it wouldn't take long. His free hand dropped to rub steady circles against your clit, this time pulling you under with him. His head resting in the crook of your neck, placing wet kisses where he could reach.

"I'm so close danny, I'm gonna cum" You moaned.

"Cmon princess, do it, cum for me. Soak me."

You threw your head back, back arching away from the bed as it finally hit you. It washed over you, pleasure coursing through your body, fulfilling Danny's wishes. You rained down onto his lap.

You were faintly aware of his moans, his head dropping against you as he shot inside you.

After a few minutes you came round to danny gently running a washcloth across you, careful not to overstimulate you. His free hand rested on your hip, a grounding touch, whether it was for you or him.

After a moment of silence he spoke up,

"Did I take it too far princess?" His voice was laced with concern, he couldn't quite meet your gaze yet. This happened, whenever he was rough with you, the fear that he'd done too much, that he'd hurt you. You placed a hand in his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp.

"No danny, it was perfect, you're perfect."

The tension he was holding in his shoulder visibly released, he finally looked up at you, eyes swimming with his normal, gentle love.

"C'mere" He mumbled, pulling you to him, in a sweet embrace, placing delicate kisses to your head, moving down to your cheeks, the tip of your nose which made you giggle. Finally planting a kiss against your lips, you could feel him smiling against you and it warmed your heart.

"Not to kill the mood danny," you giggled, nose brushing against his as you broke apart from the kiss, "but we are literally sitting in a puddle of my cum, can we please at least change the sheets before we cuddle."

He threw his head back, nose scrunching as he laughed.

"Yeah princess, let me help you into the bath, then we can have fresh sheets and cuddle. Maybe if you're lucky I'll even pour you a glass of wine." He waggled his eyebrows for extra emphasis on the wine, his familiar smile softening his features.

How one man could switch up so quickly you did not know, but you were grateful he was yours.

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Might be able to get this dom!danny fic out today, if not, definitely tomorrow

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My next fic is currently at 960 words and I haven't even gotten to the smut I planned.

Yall better appreciate it when it comes.

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To the person who sent me a request, I'm working on it I just take a while to write but it's coming I promise

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Just figured out how to turn on my inbox so I guess people can send requests if they want to

I need help with some ideas anyway

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My fic just got to 100 notes omg thank u

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Losing Bets - drw

This is my first fic, please be nice

Warnings

Smut, piercings, sub!danny/fem!reader, oral (m&f rec.), a hint of choking

✨️danny has a praise kink✨️

Word count - 1.4k

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It was a quiet day, the house silent aside from the gentle hush of rain against the windows. Looking out at the amber leaves slowing dancing from the branch to the ground, you see Danny's car pull into the driveway.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm home."

His voice sang out in the silence of your home, albeit muffled, as if he was speaking with his mouth full (an awful habit he had).

You ran to him, giddy with excitement to have your boyfriend back after weeks of touring. As you ran into his arms with a squeal, he stepped back with a quiet hiss.

"Whats up? Don't feel like greeting your ever-so-lovely girlfriend right now?" You teased, gently poking his chest.

"It's just, uhh, I have something to show you", he seemed almost embarrassed, like he was unsure if whatever it was would upset you.

"Cmon baby, show me what it is then"

He opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out at you.

And there it was.

A small silver ball resting snugly in the centre of his tongue.

"WHEN DID YOU DO THAT?"

Maybe you were overreacting but the sight of the new piercing had sent your imagination into a frenzy, filthy images of the metal dragging across every expanse of your body.

"Like, a week after I left. I lost a bet with Sammy."

He still seemed hesitant, as if he was hiding something else.

He slowly lifted his shirt, discarding it in some forgotten corner of the room.

"I also lost a bet with the twins."

Your jaw dropped, unable to think, let alone speak at what he had just revealed to you.

2 silver barbells placed through his nipples, making them slightly more pronounced in such a delicious way. Your head was reeling.

"And why didn't you tell me about these bets? Didn't think I'd like them?"

To say you liked them would be an understatement, you had only just discovered them and couldn't get enough.

Before he could respond, you stepped forward and pulled him into a kiss, as your tongue parted his lips, you felt it. Smooth yet warm, heated by his rapid breaths.

You were certain you could've cum there and then when he had shown you his new jewellery, but feeling it had awoken a hunger in you that would only be satiated by devouring him.

Slowly you pulled back, grabbing his hand and pulling him through your home to the bedroom, guiding him to lay on the bed. Just as he settled back, you climbed up to straddle his hips, leaning forward to kiss and bite at his neck. Slowly you began to inch downwards, trailing barely-there kisses down his chest until you were eye level with your target.

Gently, you took his left nipple into your mouth, rolling your tongue over the freshly healed flesh, coaxing a gentle moan from deep in his chest.

"Baby- ah- fuck, that feels so good"

You flicked your tounge over the barbell, attempting to mimick a technique he had used on you countless times.

"Fuuckk, I didn't realise they would make it feel so-" He cut himself off with a quiet whimper.

You indulged yourself a few moments longer, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the hardening bulge trapped beneath you. You pulled back from his chest, watching how his cheeks flushed and pupils dilated as you shifted your hips, grinding against him.

Slowly, you dragged your lips further down his abdomen, placing a singular chaste kiss to the trail of hair leading into his waistband.

"You want these off?" You questioned, looking up at him through your eyelashes. His chest expanding with heaving breaths, as he nodded, wordlessly giving you the go-ahead.

Without hesitation, you unbuckled his belt, only now realising how you had soaked through you underwear, and needing him in any way you could have him. Not one to deny yourself pleasure, you tugged down his jeans, admiring the way he had tented his boxers. Slowly you leant forward, dragging your tongue along his clothed cock, delighting in the way he twitched against your mouth.

"Baby- ah- please baby take it out plea-"

His rambling was cut short as you pulled his boxers down his thighs and began to kitten lick his tip, savouring the salty taste of his precum.

He grabbed you hair, pulling you back maybe harsher than he intended.

"Baby please as much as I'd love that right now, if you carry on I'm not gonna last. Please come up here, let me make you feel good let me spoil you."

You certainly weren't going to argue with that.

You climbed up the bed, peeling your underwear off your body before throwing your leg across him to straddle his face. He grabbed the backs of your thighs, pulling you to sit against him as his tongue immediately delved into you. He slowly circled your clit, before venturing lower, his tongue parting you. Your hips began moving of their own accord, dragging yourself across his tongue and causing the bridge of his nose to rub against your bundle of nerves. He was more than happy to surrender what little control he had, letting you use him for your own pleaser. Your moans increased in volume as you worked yourself against his face, chasing the pleasure building in your stomach. If his moans were anything to go off of, he was enjoying this just as much as you. Eventually his needy sounds and the cool metal dragging across your centre pulled you under, and you let go, shaking and moaning above him.

He gently lapped at you, avoiding your clit to bring you down from your orgasm.

"Please baby, I need you so bad, need to feel you- please" He released a breathy moan.

You smirked at how worked up you had gotten him.

"Awhh, you need me Danny? You need me to ride you and make a mess of your dick? That's what my boy needs?" You taunted him, watching the way his cock bobbed obscenely at your words. He bit back a whine, eyes rolling as he nodded.

You straddled his lap, grinding over him a few times, enjoying the way he threw his head back, pulling gentle moans from him.

After a few moments you took mercy on him, lining him up to your entrance and slowly sinking down until you were pressed against his hips.

His eyes rolled back, hands flying to grasp your hips as you took a few moments to adjust to the stretch of him.

As you began to roll your hips, you slowly took his hands away from your body, pining them above his head.

"Can you keep those there for me Danny? Can you be a good boy for me and stay put?"

"Yes, fuck, yes I'll be so good, so good for you"

He was whiny again, something you had never expected when you two began dating, but you were more than pleased to discover that your tall, strong boyfriend wanted nothing more than to be overpowered.

You began bouncing faster now, chasing the pleasure building in your stomach. The hands that had previously gripped his wrists, slowly travelled down his body, one stopping to rest at the base of his throat, the other gently rolling his nipple between two fingers.

He cried out at a particularly harsh pinch, his hands remaining in position above his head as you'd asked.

"You're doing so good for me baby, so good. Are you close?" You whispered against the shell of his ear.

He nodded frantically,

"Please, please let me cum, please baby"

"Come on, I'm right there, be a good boy and cum. Cum for me Danny"

That verbal nudge was all he needed before you felt him twitch inside you, filling you with his warmth. As he began to come down your orgasm finally overtook you, clenching around his oversensitive dick until you were drained, and laid against him.

"Hey baby, I'm gonna get off now" You warned him.

"Pretty sure you just did"

You giggled at that, any trace of your previous domination gone. Slowly, you walked yourself to the bathroom to begin drawing a bath, and as you'd expected, just moments later you felt Danny's presence behind you.

"I thought a bath would be nice?" You looked up at him in question.

"It's perfect, baby."

And so that's how the remainder of his first night back was spent, laying between his legs in swathes of bubbles, listening to the tales of the lost bets that brought you to that moment.

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What if I told yall piercing danny is coming next week