#just fuck me up

[literallybyronic]

me and the Girlies (gn) about to make some objectively fucking terrible decisions in DATV:

[sunshinepanic]

This is my sexuality

[heykoonsy]

This is about tianshan specifically

[theindiscreetbookworm]

I'm never done being insane about the way Silver equates himself with both Thomas and Miranda in that conversation they have while Flint buries the cache at the end of s3.

Like, he essentially says he inhabits the place in Flint's life that they both used to. The people he was closest to! The people he loved! His ideological partners! He sees himself that way!

Does he imagine how they felt in that place at Flint's side? Does he look back at how many times he made choices with the express purpose of getting there? Or were his motives opaque even to himself? Does he see them then, in the forest?

Perhaps, in the days that follow, he believes he is distancing himself from the path Thomas and Miranda both walked. Perhaps he believes it will save him.

At the end of the episode, he is not at Flint's shoulder any longer. He takes his own seat at the table. Perhaps he thinks this is the moment he steps out of that role.

And, of course, it is just that kind of gesture that Thomas and Miranda both would have - both did - make in their lives. They were independent, strong people. And it didn't make them any less Flint's, nor did it make Flint any less theirs.

[kweenratking]

"I wasn't decided when I called him. I just called him. I decided when I heard his voice"

?? Hello?? ? most underrated line in the show???

That is some romance movie shit right there I'm so serious

[sinnerism]

i’m inconsolable

[miraculan-draws]

[catgirlbussy]

where the hell are my tarot cards i need to figure out how to manifest a cute femme dom whos willing to fuck me until im unconscious

profit

[svnnykit]

@sevensecondstilltheend (cloud)

lucia pauses and stares at the blond, just enough confusion on his face to show that he had HEARD HIM but he hadn't quite processed it all yet. which is why he stares, with his nose scrunched up.

"okay, no, i heard you, but... what?"

[heykoonsy]

He bends you over the sink and this is the view you get in the mirror

[kradogsrats]

the cut from fire-breathing Claudia to fireproofed s6 Soren is the rudest thing I have ever experienced

[v0id-c0rroded]

[spartanguard]

yet another new avatar because this picture has been MURDERING me for 24 hours. (x)

like. DAMN. ease up on the casually, impossibly sexy there, Colin; some of us can’t handle it.

[dbnightingale24]

Not me watching the ‘Thick Skull’ video & CRYING! It’s fucking Friday!! WHY MUST YOU FUCK ME UP ON FRIDAY!?

[catboydan]

"that sounds, um..."

"lonely? yeah."

"but you said it wasn't."

"... i'm a demon. i lied."

[heykoonsy]

Word Count: 7k +

Pairing: Danny x Female Reader

Summary: After a rough breakup lands you alone at the bar, you go home with some rando that's far too eager to cure what ails you.

Content Warnings: 18+, contains oral–female and male receiving, unprotected sex, face-sitting, praise, spanking and mild choking.

HEARTBREAK HEALER

You watched as the bartender poured your next shot. She seemed a little concerned, clearly becoming unsettled with how much tequila you were putting away. You'd been swallowing your feelings here for the last hour, keeping to yourself as patrons came and went. Still, she pushed the glass across the bar and showed you a tight smile. 

You nodded a quick thank you and took the shot. It burned, but it still didn't satiate the hatred that had been festering in your chest.

Fuck. Him.

Your eyes stung with bitter tears as the thoughts you had been pushing from your head all night came rushing forward. You played the fight over and over again in your mind despite the futility. Racking your brain over what you said and what he said wasn't going to fix anything.

You waved the bartender over for another shot. You'd drink until you couldn't remember his stupid face, or the way he looked at you like you were out of line for being angry. 

"It was just a few messages," he said, prying his phone from your hands.

"Messages about you fucking," you added angrily.

"So what? You haven't exactly been such a joy to be around these days," he scoffed. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" You asked, knowing what he's referring to, but challenging him to say it.

He stayed quiet for a minute. "Ever since I told you about the party you've been a real cunt."

Game. On.

"Miguel found you in the bathroom with your hand up a girl's skirt. I don't get to be pissed?"

"Yeah, you get to be pissed, but it's been months. We were both drunk!"

"You cut Miguel off so he couldn't tell me! I had to find out from her."

"This again!? We just keep having the same fight!"

"Get out of my fucking apartment!"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Fucking prick.

Your lamenting was cut short by the bartender bringing you another shot and a small platter. "Here, these are for you."

You looked at the plate of mozzarella sticks in front of you, your stomach growling immediately from the inviting smell. You looked over where the bartender was gesturing towards. 

You pressed your lips into your best fake smile as you swept your eyes over him. He was tall, but trying to hide it by slouching on the stool. He was wearing a thick brown coat and a flannel underneath. The bulk of his curly hair fell along his back, but a few stray strands gathered along his neck. He gave a small smile and a wave. 

You turned to the mozza sticks, your stomach urging you to take a bite. You hadn't eaten since your coworker offered you that protein bar this morning. You knew you were hungry…but…

"Not a fan?" He asked, pointing towards the food.

"No, I love them, but…" you trailed off.

He made a face like he couldn't hear, so he grabbed his beer and made his way over to you.

If you were being honest, you were not ready to entertain a conversation right now. All you wanted was to drink yourself stupid and walk home, not talk with some rando over some mozzarella sticks. But, you still did what you could to seem polite. 

He settled onto the stool next to you. The first thing you noticed was the smell of his cologne as he got comfortable. It was citrusy–with a hint of spice, and it was a stark departure to the Old Spice your boyfriend sported. Here was a man who took pride in his scent.

"Sorry, music was crazy loud over there."

"I love mozza sticks, but I'm feeling a bit sick to my stomach right now."

"It's probably all the tequila," he chuckled. "You trying to meet God?"

You smiled, the comment catching you off guard. "Nah, just having a rough night."

He nodded and sipped his beer. "I hear that."

"Here, I tend to throw up when I'm…upset," you slid the plate over to him.

"That rough, huh?"

You threw back the shot and put the glass at the edge of the bar. "I think I broke up with my boyfriend."

"You think?"

"Well, it's been over for a while, but I just found out tonight."

"He sounds like a prick," he said. 

"You'd be correct," you said. "I'm y/n, by the way."

"Danny," he tipped his beer to you. "So what did he do?"

"Are you gonna judge me?"

"Maybe," he said, pulling a mozza stick off the plate between the two of you.

You chuckled, "Well, about a month ago he went to a party with some friends. One of those friends, Miguel, found him in the bathroom fooling around with some girl."

"Oof," Danny cringed. "And he just told you tonight?"

You stayed quiet. 

"Y/n, no."

"I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, the girl told me–Melissa–she said that they were both trashed and she came onto him."

"So you believed him," he said. "And stayed."

You nodded.

"I get it. Who wants to believe their partner is a scumbag?"

"Well, he actually is a scumbag. Tonight he said I've been a real cunt ever since I found out about it."

"He actually said that? Like, to your face!?" He whispered harshly.

You nodded. It felt nice that someone was on your side. Your mother said forgiving him was going to be the biggest mistake you ever made–and your friends outright laughed at you for staying with him. Instead of giving you any helpful advice, they chose to belittle what you thought was your best quality: your forgiving nature. All you could hear were their I told you so's. So you didn't call them–instead you made your way to Kenzie's. It was funny. You'd known your mother your whole life–and some of your friends just about as long. But Danny, who you'd known for barely ten minutes, was showing you more respect than any of them. 

It was fucked up, but there really wasn't anything you could do about that tonight. 

"I've been thinking about it, and he's right about one thing. I wanted to forgive him but all I've been doing is punishing him."

"Punishing him?"

"Not talking, avoiding him, blowing up over small stuff. I mean, I'm trying. But he literally cut off Miguel so that I wouldn't find out his secret."

Danny nodded along like he understood, which, even if he didn't, was all you really needed. A judgment-free listener. He pushed the plate back to you. You looked at him, finding his honey-brown eyes for the first time. They narrowed as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. 

You grabbed one off the plate and waved it at him. "Okay, but you have to hold back my hair if I puke."

He grabbed one too, "Will do."

The two of you talked for a while longer. Instead of worrying about your imploding personal life, you gravitated towards topics like work, the latest TV shows and how you both were still grieving Vine. 

He was easy to talk to–you realized as you sipped the vodka cranberry he convinced you to order. He said something about being squeamish, so he probably wouldn't be able to hold up his end of the deal if you had gone full exorcist. The shots had already done their job anyway–they significantly dulled the pain and quieted your anger. But that wasn't all they did. Strangely, you felt like yourself again. Not jealous or spiteful…or a cunt. You were y/n again. 

You watched as Danny raved on about his best friend Sam. Apparently the two of them were supposed to hang out tonight but his girlie needed some attention. Oh well, he figured. Might as well salvage what he could of the night. 

"Aw, you got stood up and I got cheated on," you laughed. "Match made in heaven."

Danny snorted. "Yeah, I guess so."

You finished your drink and looked at your phone. No texts. Not even a notification from Candy Crush. You exhaled through your nose. It was time to go home, you thought as you put your phone into your purse. 

"Well Danny, it might be time for me to head home."

"You have far to go?" 

You shook your head. "I live in the area."

He gave you a half-smile, "That's good."

You slid off the stool and went up to the bartender to pay your tab. When you walked past Danny he was chugging his beer. Once he noticed you looking at him, he looked like he wanted to speak with you. You waited patiently, adjusting your purse under your arm. 

"Look, y/n, I don't usually do this," he said standing up. He rubbed the side of his neck with his hand. "But I liked getting to know you, tonight. And I want to continue."

"Pay your tab," you said plainly.

Danny looked at you quizzically, his eyes moving to each of yours. "Do you want this?"

You considered the question for a moment. You had two options here. You could go home to your empty apartment plastered with happy pictures you didn't recognize yourself in. Drunk call your mom and cry. Fall into bed with the TV on. Or you could take Danny home tonight. Let him show you what else you'd been missing out on. Rebound your way past this broken heart.

You chose the latter. "Take me home," you looked up at him through your eyelashes. 

Danny nodded at you and went to pay his tab.

It was a short walk to your apartment, only about ten minutes–and you both took your time. You told him that you'd initially moved here to be closer to your job and stayed because you fell in love with the locals. Like the owner of Kenzie's who let local bands play on Friday's and hosted Bingo for the Veterans fundraiser every second Tuesday. Or the owner of Caldwell Diner who always put whipped cream on her cappuccino. Or the mayor who bought everyone a shot if he’d won some money gambling on the game. 

Danny laughed along, saying that his town wasn't nearly as cool. The only cool thing they had was a drive-in–a dying breed. You smiled and said you hadn't been to one in years, and he playfully invited you out. Contingent on whether or not you liked what he had to offer when you got home.

"This is me," you said. You stepped up to your apartment, keys already in hand. You twisted your wrist and pushed the door open. You walked in first, turning on the light in the living room.

Danny looked around, eyes tracing everything from your furniture to your smallest of decorations. Hopefully he wouldn't notice all of the photos of you and your boyfriend…ex boyfriend. 

"So clean," he said, smiling. 

"Yeah, I haven't been home much. Work."

You dropped your purse on the couch and began to take off your coat. You reached out your hand to take Danny's. Once he got the picture, he shimmied it off his shoulders and handed it over. Once you hung them both on the coat rack, you turned to him. He was standing across from you, picking at his cheek nervously .

"I'm gonna do this now," Danny said as he leaned forward and captured your lips. 

You accepted the kiss happily and took Danny's face in your hands. You felt his hands grab your hips, his fingers looping through your belt loops so he could pull you closer. He seemed to loom over you, bending over slightly to kiss you deeper. You hummed against his lips, feeling your chest ignite with passion for the first time in a long time. 

You pulled away first, your hand finding Danny's so you could lead him to your bedroom. Taking him down the hallway in between the living room and kitchen, you opened the door of your bedroom. As soon as you closed the door, you pushed Danny towards the wall, ignoring the light switch altogether. You let your hand press into him, feeling the heat of his chest beneath your palm. You could feel the faintest thumps of his heart–a steady rhythm that was increasing. 

You looked up at him, your eyes making it very clear what you were about to do. You lifted up the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You let it fall to your left as your eyes met Danny's. He looked at you with parted lips, begging for another kiss. You didn't falter, and gave him exactly what he wanted. You pressed your body against him, mouths meeting somewhere in the middle. You felt his hands travel up your hips and towards the small of your back. He held you close, his mouth leaving yours to leave a trail of kisses along your neck. 

You felt his soft tongue move across your skin, lapping at the sensitive flesh. You closed your eyes and let your mouth fall open as you drank in the pleasure of his touch. He moved slowly, perhaps savoring this moment.

You pressed your hands against him, bringing them up to his shoulders. You pulled him away from your neck so that you could kiss him again. Once your lips grazed each other, you began to walk him towards the bed. He halted.

"Wait," he said. 

You stopped, eyes finding his. You kicked off your shoes and undid the button of your pants, eager to have his eyes everywhere else. Your pants fell and you kicked them to the side.

He swallowed hard upon seeing you in your bra and panties. 

"What is it?" You said, looking at him through your eyelashes. 

He bit his bottom lip. "What are you into?" 

"Huh?"

"I want you to get everything you want tonight," he said. "Tell me how I can make that happen."

You sat on the bed, taking in the proposal. He watched as you swayed your knee back and forth, the outline of your pussy playing peek-a-boo through your panties.

"I've got a praise kink," you said to at least give him something to go off of.

He nodded along. It looked like he expected more.

"And I like it rough-ish," you said, feeling awkward.

This time when you looked up at him he was studying your face. But, just as quickly, he turned his attention towards undressing. He took off his shirt immediately.

"I can work with that," he said, dropping his shirt on the floor.

You watched as he took a hair tie from his wrist and tied back his hair sloppily. You watched a few loose strands fall behind him, sloping down his neck. His shoulders were thick and wide, and his arms were too. Fuck, you thought. He really was gorgeous. 

You felt a dull ache in your pussy and you shut your knees together to soothe it. 

Danny stepped out of his shoes and walked closer to you. When you moved back along the bed, he grabbed your knee and lifted it up. 

"Alright baby girl," he said, his tone soft and angelic. "I'm going to slide off your panties."

Baby girl, it sounded so sweet rolling off his tongue. You bit your lip, letting your upper row graze against the reddening flesh. Danny reached for your panties, his pinky hooking against the waistband. You leaned back and let them be slowly removed. Danny inhaled sharply at the sight of you below him. 

He fell to his knees. You looked over your thigh at him. 

"Can you open your legs for me, baby girl? I want to see that beautiful pussy."

You felt your heart skip a beat–and just as you were asked–you lifted your right leg and placed it on the other side of him. You felt embarrassed as he drank in the sight of you spread-eagle. You were tempted to shut your legs, but you were stopped when he began running his hand along your inner thigh. 

You followed his hot hand with your eyes as his fingers connected with your wet folds. 

"Oh baby girl, you are just dripping," he said, breathlessly. "Do you want me to take care of it?"

You nodded shyly. 

"Let me hear that voice, honey."

"Yes, please," you said, feeling so vulnerable. 

Danny used his thumb to stroke your folds, acquainting himself with all of your most precious parts. Almost absentmindedly, he dragged himself over your clit and you whimpered. 

"Does it feel good there, baby?" He asked.

"Yes, it feels so good."

"Do you want my mouth on you, baby girl?" He said as he leaned in, letting puffs of air graze against your skin.

"I do," you begged.

Danny pulled you closer to the end of the bed and positioned your legs so that they were over his shoulders. You fell back against the bed, embarrassed by the position. He was so close–too close–to the place only your boyfriend was allowed to fondle. But he wasn't here right now, was he?

You felt Danny's lips drag along your pussy–you felt the soft sweeping motion again and again. He was teasing you. You lifted yourself up onto your elbows just in time to catch the show. Danny dipped low, his hot mouth giving one long swipe of his tongue across your folds. 

You jolted against his touch, gasping slightly. 

"How long has it been," Danny said, moving to kiss your inner thigh, "since he held you like this?" He gestured towards you; your legs over his shoulders, your aching pussy below his chin, your breasts nearly popping out of your bra.

You hadn't thought about it. Lately you hadn't had much fun in the bedroom. Each time you undressed yourself for him it felt like just another chore–more about a release than strengthening a connection. But that wasn't his question, was it?

"A few months," you said.

"What a fucking waste," you heard him growl. 

You looked down at him, honestly curious how he could say such a thing. You weren't anything special–just some random chick he caught shooting tequila. He didn't know you, or your boyfriend. But that didn't make you any less flattered by his words–even if you didn't quite believe them. You watched as his eyes danced along your naked body before falling on yours. He made a show of lowering his head back to your pussy, maintaining eye contact as he pressed his mouth against you.

You gasped again at the heat of his mouth.

"Seeing you all laid out like this; such a good girl. It's been so long, huh?" He gently licked you again, tasting you. "I'm gonna enjoy making you squirm."

As if to punctuate his last sentence, he separated your folds and began tracing them with his tongue. You moaned, feeling the gentle tickling coax more wetness from your pussy. You could feel it begin to collect, making the air around you that much colder. You hoped he wouldn't notice, but with the position he had you in, he would. It was only a matter of time.

He dipped his tongue low, teasing the entrance to your pussy. He lapped up the moisture there.

"Is my girl that starved for attention?"

You slumped onto your back, embarrassed.

"No, no," he said, pulling your arm so that you would sit up again. "I want you to watch me."

You did as he wanted and sat up. Your eyes swept over the scene again. You watched as his tongue lapped at you, separating your folds and making you moan. Then, you felt his lips touch your clit. Your lips parted with another whimper. But this time he continued suckling gently at it with his mouth instead of stopping. You moved your hips forward, for more pressure, and he rewarded your squirms with exactly what you wanted.

"Good girl, ask for what you want," he said against your pussy. 

You moaned as he pulled your folds into his mouth, gently sucking them for a moment. You exhaled, not realizing you had been keeping your breath in. He moved one hand down from your thigh and began playing with your folds. He moved them apart, separating them to make way for his tongue to lap against your clit again. You moaned, pushing your hips up, following him as he backed up. You were awarded with another gentle lick. He pressed his nose against your clit, burying his face in your pussy as he collected all the delicious moisture you'd been producing. 

"Such a good girl," he breathed. "Fuck, he was really missing out."

He traced your folds with his index finger, circling your clit gently. Then, he slipped it downwards, moving slowly until it reached your hole. He twisted his finger around and began inserting it inside you. You squirmed at the sudden intrusion, but you were too wet for it to hurt. You gasped at the touch. Fuck, when was the last time you'd been fingered? 

"So wet, fuck," he said, more to himself than to you.

You whimpered as he inserted another finger. You felt him begin to move them slowly inside you, curling gently upwards. You widened your legs, realizing that you had begun to shut them when he was licking your clit. He smiled below you and rewarded you again. He pressed his mouth against your clit, kissing it. You jolted at the sidden stimulation. You felt your pussy clench around his fingers. A small moan fell from your lips.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" He asked, his voice gentle but heady. 

You nodded, hoping that he would do that again. 

"I want to hear you say it, baby girl."

You looked him in the eyes, lips parting. "I want you to make me cum, with your mouth…and fingers," you breathed out.

Danny didn't waste any time. He was slow at first–wiggling his fingers inside you and lapping lazily at your clit. But your orgasm was building. You could tell by the way your fingers were weaving through his hair, the way your legs cramped and your toes curled. You put your right hand down, grabbing at the sheets below you. He noticed and took your hand in his–threading your fingers together. 

He picked up the pace, moving his fingers in time with his tongue. You moaned, tightening your grip on his hand instead of his hair. You looked down at him, where his face was buried in your pussy. His head bobbed downward as he let his mouth suck gently on your clit, curling his fingers inside you.

"Danny," you moaned. "Fuck."

He hummed against your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. You tugged at his hair but released it quickly. You moved your hips forward.

"More," you pleaded. "I'm so close, Danny."

He did as he was told, pulling your clit into his mouth and applying more pressure this time as he sucked. He circled his fingers around inside of you, coaxing another moan from you. 

"God, yes, Danny, " you moaned loudly. 

How long had it been since you were this turned on? Since you moaned this loudly? Had it ever been like this with him? 

Danny brought you back from your thoughts with more tickling and teasing. Then he sucked you back into his mouth.

You gasped, feeling your orgasm encroaching. You flattened your palm against the bed, tapping your fingers in a small rhythm. Danny noticed, but didn't stop, thank God. He watched as your fingertips danced along the bed until finally…

You groaned, feeling your orgasm wash over you as Danny continued to lick your clit. You immediately fell back onto the bed, your hips bucked at the sensation, feeling your pussy clench around Danny's thick fingers. He rode out your orgasm with you, feeling every pulse of your heartbeat, every bead of sweat form, every breath you took. 

You tried to move, but you just weren’t up to the task quite yet. Danny moved your thighs off of his shoulders and got up from the floor. He stretched his legs for a moment and began taking off his shoes. He heard them clatter on the wooden floor. You watched as he began unbuttoning his pants. 

"How did it feel, baby?"

"Amazing," you breathed out.

"You ready for more?" He asked, palming his hard cock.

You nodded your head upon the mere thought of his thick cock inside you. "I'm ready," you said.

"Good girl, now raise your ass for me," he said calmly. 

You did as you were told, turning around and moving forward on the bed to make room for him. You lowered yourself to your elbows and raised your ass, your lower back arching.

You were awarded with a firm slap on your ass as Danny climbed onto your bed behind you. You felt his jeans brush your ass as he pressed himself against you. You gasped, feeling his hand cup your pussy. He began playing with your clit again and you wriggled beneath him.

"My cock is so eager for you baby," Danny said, punctuating his sentence by sliding his hard cock along your clit. 

You could feel the slickness of your folds against his warm skin. God, the sounds your pussy made when he thrust it forward again was horrifically erotic. Your pussy ached with the desire to be filled so you arched your ass higher in the air. 

"Yeah, baby? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you said, voice sweet with need. "I want you to fuck me like he never did." You looked over your shoulder at Danny, who was biting his lower lip. 

Danny began to slide his cock along your folds again, giving your clit another playful caress with his head. He could tell you liked it because you gave a purr in response. 

"Condom?" He asked, voice thick with need.

"I'm on the pill," you said, moving your hips back. "And I'm kind of a cum slut?"

You heard a noise escape Danny's throat. You weren't sure what you heard. A grunt of approval? You shook it from your mind. 

Danny slapped your ass again, then palmed your cheeks, spreading them apart slightly. You felt him lineup his cock behind you, felt his thick head against yourself.

Danny slowly rocked his hips forward, sending his cock right past your entrance and into the wet walls of your pussy. You heard his breath hitch behind you.

"Fuck," you heard him say as his cock retreated.

You felt every inch of him as he sank his cock deeper inside you after his initial thrust. There was absolutely nothing on your mind besides the pure pleasure you were feeling. You moaned as his thick cock made more progress, you felt his thighs against yours. He was all the way in, you could tell because you could feel the thick base of his cock stretching you out. 

For a moment, the two of you didn't move. Danny rested his palms on your ass, digging his nails in slightly.

"Fuck, y/n, you're so tight." Danny breathed out.

You smiled below him, happily receiving the compliment. 

He dipped his head towards you, his torso warming the exposed flesh of your back. You felt his lips against the nape of your neck. "I want you playing with that clit of yours," he said softly.

You reached your hand between your legs and began circling your clit with your fingertips. You moaned into the sheets below. Danny saw you comply, so he began to rock his hips back and forth, making the mattress sway and the frame creak. 

He could feel you tense up each time you moaned, cinching around his cock like a vice. You could tell with every thrust that he was losing control. 

He smacked your ass again, making you groan with pleasure. You pushed your ass into his next thrust, earning you another swat. You chuckled, and it seemed to drive Danny crazy as he fucked you. You looked over your shoulder at him again, mouth open, gasping for air as he slammed his cock inside you faster. 

"Pull my hair," you demanded, clenching around him.

Danny removed his hand from your ass and threaded his fingers through your hair. He tightened his grip and yanked you off of your elbows. Your hands went to support you as he lifted your chest off the mattress. His pace got quicker, and the angle changed. He slammed his cock against your cervix, coaxing very deep, throaty moans from you.

You moved your hand back to your clit, playing with yourself just as he ordered you to. From where your fingers were circling your clit, you could feel him pounding your pussy with no mercy. He yanked on your hair again, coaxing another throaty moan and some spit from your mouth. You licked at it, trying to collect yourself. You gasped as another jab into your cervix forced your pussy to clench around him. 

"It's like my cock was made for your pussy," he said through gritted teeth. "I can bury every inch inside you."

You moaned again, feeling another orgasm build in the pit of your stomach. And, as if Danny could sense it, he took his cock out of you. You whimpered, your pussy feeling empty without his cock. 

Danny slid himself underneath your pussy and coaxed you to lower yourself down onto his face. You complied, desperate to feel his mouth on you again. You sat down, feeling his nose press against your clit first and foremost. Then…you felt his tongue against you. There was this immediate need you felt to start moving your hips. Danny sensed your hesitation and tapped your thigh. You lifted yourself up, hovering above him.

"Ride my face baby girl," he said, mouth covered in your wetness. 

You sat down again and did as you were told. You waited until he started moving his tongue again, dancing between your folds and your clit. You moaned, looking up at the ceiling as he stuck his stiff tongue against your clit. You rocked your hips forward, catching his tongue again. You saw stars–your clit aching from the stimulation. You moved your hips again, this time employing a slow and steady rhythm as you felt Danny's tongue suckle at any part of you he could get in his mouth.

"Fuck, Danny," you moaned, threading your fingers into his hair. 

You felt his arms drape by his sides as you continued to rock your hips back and forth more erratically. God, it all felt so delicious. You moaned as you felt Danny suck on your clit again. You stayed put, not wanting him to lose contact. He applied more pressure, sending a wave of pleasure over you. You raised your hips slightly at the overstimulation but immediately pressed back down so he could continue. You moaned when he did, your pussy aching to cum. 

"Danny," you heard yourself beg.

Danny reached for your hips and stilled you long enough for him to put his mouth around your pussy. You felt his hot tongue everywhere, but most importantly on your clit. You rocked your hips forward, looking down between your thighs to see his head eagerly bobbing against you. He hummed against your clit, sending jolts of electricity up your spine. 

"Fuck, fuck," you said, voice going higher in pitch as you felt yourself losing control of your movements. After he put his mouth around your clit a final time, sucking it in his lips–you felt yourself cumming. 

You rocked your hips wildly as Danny drank your orgasm below. You collapsed next to him, your legs going numb as he raised himself up. He looked over at you, your spent pussy wet and plump with all the attention it was receiving. 

"Good girl," he breathed, mouth glossy from your slick folds.

You rolled onto your back, your eyes hooded with lust. "Your turn," you said as you opened your legs for him.

Danny didn't waste any time. He got onto his knees again and pulled you to him with his strong arms. He dropped over you, his rough palm fondling your breast through your bra as he kissed a trail from your neck to your lips. 

He captured your lips and you were enthralled with the fact that you could still taste yourself on his tongue. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close as you wrapped your legs around his. You could feel his jeans brush against your bare pussy. Your hands traced the curve of his spine, sliding down his ribs and towards the belt loops of his pants. You began to slide them down his thighs as you continued the kiss. 

Danny got the picture and jumped up to remove his pants quickly. As they fell to the floor, you caught a glimpse of his cock. It bobbed against his thigh, ready for some attention. And you were all too ready to give it. 

You crawled to the edge of the bed and took it in your hand, kissing the head of it gently. It sprang up in your hand and Danny moaned. You took the head of his cock into your mouth, tasting your pussy once again. You moved your mouth down all the way to the base, not struggling as much since he wasn't as hard as before. Just as you anticipated, you tasted your pussy all the way to the base of his cock. It turned you on to know that he was buried to the hilt in you–and you enjoyed every second. 

Once he was hard, you gave him a look before you settled onto your back again. Danny followed you, his hands going to your inner thighs as you opened them for him. He ran his hands up your stomach and to your bra. He played with the clasp in the front, and, after unclasping it, freed the creamy swells of your breasts. You sat up for a moment, taking it off after all this time. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," Danny said, his rough hand dragging against your nipple. 

He dipped low again, capturing the rosy nub in his mouth. You gasped, feeling another wave of pleasure crash over you. You felt his cock fall against your thigh, rearing its head against the folds of your pussy. You adjusted your hips, attempting to get the angle right so he could slip into you once more. 

Danny noticed this and pulled his cock back. "Eager for my cock, baby girl?"

"Fuck me until you cum," you said, your voice dripping with lust.

Danny adjusted his cock, slipping it back into you with some resistance.

"How did you get even tighter?" He asked more to himself than to you.

You raised your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He looked down at you, your eyes meeting his quickly. He lowered himself down, beginning to rock his hips. You moaned at the friction, your pussy enveloping each inch of him as he filled you up. 

Danny kissed you, deep and long as he fucked you. He moved his lips to the side, moaning in your ear. 

"Fuck y/n, you feel amazing." 

"Your cock feels great, too," you said. "My pussy missed you so much."

You felt him thrust deeper inside you, forcing a moan from your lips. 

"Yeah, I bet it did." He said between thrusts. "It doesn't want to let me go."

You let your legs release and you hooked your hands from behind your knees. You raise your legs again, changing the angle for Danny. He wasted no time adjusting to the new position, slamming his cock into your cervix again. He groaned as you tightened up on him again. 

"You're not playing fair," he said through gritted teeth. 

"Fuck me until you cum," you repeated. "I want it."

He did as he was told, picking up the pace of his thrusts while you hung onto him for dear life. He moaned in your ear and you did the same, yelling out his name and more foul language. 

You weren't expecting to cum again, but as he continued slamming against your pussy–his abdomen applying pressure to your clit–you honestly thought it might happen. You dropped your legs so that you could grab his face in your hands. You kissed him deeply, and he rolled his hips in return. You parted ways with his lips so you could moan, and he did the same. He pressed his forehead against yours breathing in your scent. 

"I'm close, baby girl," he said between breaths.

You tightened your pussy around him, "Good," you giggled, smiling at the thought of him spraying his cum inside you. "Cum for me."

Danny's breath hitched in his throat and he grabbed your neck with his hand. He squeezed the sides of your throat, your mind quickly going blank. He moaned in your ear a few times before you felt the head of his cock swell inside you. 

Fuck, this was it.

Danny released you and pulled out. You watched as his hand blurred around his cock. Then, hot jets of cum shot all over your pussy folds. He got closer, making sure not a drop was wasted. He looked up at you, sliding his cock all over your cum slick clit. You raised yourself off the bed, looking at the white splatters as they completely covered your pussy. Your lips parted at the sight before you. 

He parted your pussy lips, forcing his cock inside you once more. For some reason, you were absolutely mesmerized by his actions. There was something about being covered in his cum and still being fucked by him that reactivated your lust. 

He pulled his cock out of you, smiling widely as he looked down at you.

"You look good covered in my cum," he said with nearly as much need as you. 

"Danny," you said breathlessly.

"Has my baby not had enough?"

You nodded, "I need you," you said.

Danny sat back, eyes scanning your drenched pussy below. He swept a hand over you, his fingertips collecting the now cooling jets of cum he sprayed all over you. You felt him move the cum all along your folds, caressing your pussy as he teased you. You could hear such intoxicating sounds coming from below as he traced you. Finally, he settled on your clit, feeling you quiver beneath him. 

"Do you like this?" Danny asked, lying next to you now. "Your pussy is all wet with my cum."

"I love it," you breathed.

"Yeah? Does the thought of my cum all over your clit drive you crazy?" He circled his fingertips over your clit to drive the point home. 

You moaned deeply, rotating your hips against his hand.

He went lower, towards your entrance. "Would you like it if I fingered you with my cum all over my fingers?" 

You knew he was just trying to rile you up–and it was working. You widened your legs to compensate for his hand slipping lower between your thighs. 

"Please, Danny, I want to cum again," you pleaded.

Danny coated his fingers in cum and then plunged them inside you. He didn't waste any time working his fingers against your walls, coaxing the filthiest of moans from you. 

"Such a good girl," he said. "So polite."

You felt your orgasm building right where you left off, when he was thrusting into you like a mad man. This time however, Danny was meticulous about what he was doing, how much pressure he applied, how fast his fingers moved. You loved every second–feeling your pussy clench happily around his fingers. 

Danny slid himself upwards so that he could kiss you. Once he had your lips, he swiped his thumb over your cum slick clit. You moaned against his lips, pressing your hips forward for more. And he gave your clit more attention as a reward. You pulled away, eyes looking down your torso at where his fingers disappeared inside you.

You felt a pit in your stomach–felt your clit burn with overstimulation, but you didn't stop Danny as he fondled you. You dragged his face to your mouth and kissed him deeply as Danny made you cum again. You moaned loudly into his mouth, gasping for air for full minutes afterwards. 

He pulled his fingers away from you. A gentle nudge at your clit had your body spasming again. He looked at you, drenched in sweat, body heavy from cumming. After drinking in the sight of you, he smiled. 

"You want me to get you some water?"

You rolled over to face him. "Mmm, in a minute, I just want to lay here."

He pulled you closer to his chest, that citrusy smell wafting up to your nose. You breathed deeply–the smell instantly calming you. 

Then, Danny's attention was turned elsewhere. You watched as he trained his ears on a strange noise. You heard it too. You rose from bed quickly, wondering what time it was. Danny put his shirt in your hand and you rushed to put it on. He pulled on his boxers and followed you. 

You walked down the hallway to the couch, where your phone was blaring your ringtone. 

You sighed. 

Three missed calls from you-know-who. 

"We're good, just my boyfriend."

Danny leaned against the hallway wall, his hand going back to the base of his head, hunting for the hair tie lost in his mound of curls. 

You noticed that he didn't leave any messages. So this could either be him apologizing or it could be about him dumping you. You sighed, wondering if you should even call him back tonight. You looked over at Danny, who was still trying to untie his hair. 

You dropped your phone in your purse and walked over to him. 

"Let me help," you said, raising your arms so that you could search for him.

"Did he give you a lame text apology?"

You shook your head, finding the hair tie immediately. You presented it to him and he slid it on his wrist. 

"Well, that's good. You deserve better than something his friend typed up for him."

You laughed genuinely. "That was usually Miguel's job."

He laughed, too. 

The silence that fell between you was comfortable–and you'd felt lulls like this a lot–and they were anything but comfortable. But with Danny, it was different. He smiled at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

"It's getting late," you said.

Danny nodded. He took a step back, towards your bedroom. "I'll get going then, so you can sleep."

"I was actually thinking you could spend the night."

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking over at you. "Are you sure?"

You nodded. "We can get coffee tomorrow. If you're game."

He smiled. "I'm game."

THE END

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