Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader
Word Count: ~3900
Warnings: SMUT [fingering; oral sex; hand job; grinding; non-penetrative sex; tiny bit of power-play; smidge of dirty talking) 18+ ONLY
I received a request a while back on Wattpad for a super jealous, rougher than usual Danny. Well, I find it pretty difficult to write this sweet one in such a bad mood, so to speak, so you might have to level with me here. But he IS angry and he DOES want to get that out of his system ;)
Thank you to @ascendingtostardust on tumblr for the gif!
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You could feel how much of a horrible, stupid mistake it was even in the moment but everything was moving so quickly, it was too hard to stop. You kissed Jake. In front of Danny. It wasn't totally obscene–just a quick one, a juvenile, giddy peck, but still on the lips, and not just in front of Danny but in front of everyone. Your face immediately flushed when you pulled back in stark realization and Jake was frozen, eyes wide with shock, and the entire atmosphere around you shifted into something sluggish and heavy. It felt like it took ages just to turn and meet Danny's eyes instead and, instead of their usual light and brightness, there was a raging, dark storm brewing. You'd never seen him so pissed off, and you were too high and a little too drunk to even react as Danny pulled you away from everyone and to his car, tearing both of you away like it was a crime scene.
"Jesus, Y/N," Danny said once you were on the road. He'd held off on speaking at all until that point and the words came out tired. Despite the high still swirling in your head, you could tell he was going fast, the overwhelming darkness of the highway coming on suddenly as the tires spun wildly below you. "What the hell was that about?"
His words carried a shocking calm to them, contrasting to how hard he was gripping the wheel and how abruptly the car accelerated. Danny never yelled–you weren't even sure he was capable of it–but the intentional articulation of each syllable unsettled you. Beyond that, your own actions unsettled you–being unfaithful in any way wasn't something either you or Danny took lightly and you weren't even sure where all of this had come from. You didn't have feelings for Jake or anyone else–you could only blame it on the weed, alcohol and extra-close proximity to him. Everything felt exciting, or it had before all this shit went down, and that excitement had propelled you to the nearest target. Just briefly, but it was enough to rattle you and certainly make Danny upset.
"I–I'm sorry," you said. You weren't even sure where to look–the head and taillights of the other cars on the highway were whizzing so fast they were making you dizzy, but you hated Danny looking as he did, with his face full of obvious tension even in the dark. "I didn't mean to, really, Danny–"
Danny interrupting you was another sure sign he was beyond mad. "Not for nothing, Y/N, but you were getting really close to Jake all night. Is there something you're not telling me?"
That question nearly snapped you into total sobriety. "No, Danny–Jake would never do that to you. I'd never do that to you."
Danny's jaw tightened before he spoke again: "You already did."
That stung, but he wasn't wrong. "It didn't mean anything. I didn't even realize I was–"
"You know, this might be the first time you kissed someone else," Danny started to say, his voice still even as he merged out of the left lane. "But this isn't the first time you've–gotten like that. I always want you to have a good time but, man–" He stopped; you turned to look at him again.
"But what?" you asked, trying to flip back through snapshots of the night as best you could, going even further back into all sorts of inebriated nights as Danny slowed the car along the exit.
There was a sad bitterness when Danny told you: "You get trashed and you flirt. Like, with everyone. Everyone but me, which is pretty ironic." At the stoplight, the red glow illuminated the hardness of his face, everything sharp angles. "It doesn't make me feel very good."
You bit your lip hard, not sure what to say because he wasn't wrong yet again. You'd always been a flirt when you got a few drinks in you–that was how you'd had the confidence to make a move on Danny in the first place and thankfully, blissfully, that drunken night had led to something remarkable. You loved Danny and you didn't really want anyone else, ever. So you told him that as the light turned green and he turned, rolling the window down so you could have some cool, fresh air over your burning face.
"How would you feel if I did that?" Danny asked, his voice raising ever so slightly. "I mean, I've been pretty good at kinda ignoring when you get all handsy with other people. It doesn't matter. But Jake? That crossed a line."
You knew it did. Your face continued to heat with shame thinking about how this could twist your friendship with Jake–with all of them–around in addition to perhaps ruining your relationship. "Don't be mad at him."
Danny shook his head. "I'm not."
Dense silence lasted for the rest of the ride. You rubbed your sleeve over your mouth as if that would erase what happened; you needed water, needed a long shower. When Danny pulled into the parking lot in front of your building, you expected him to just let you go up alone but he followed you out of the car. He walked at your side, matching your pace–every buzz from the weed and alcohol felt obliterated, leaving you awkwardly sober and all-too aware of how much you'd damned yourself.
Your keys felt heavy in your hand as you unlocked the front door and made your way to your own door, the jingling too loud as the key turned and you went in first. You left Danny behind you as you kicked off your shoes and booked it to the kitchen, getting a big glass of water from the tap.
Danny still followed, leaning back on the countertop beside you, arms crossed, and sighed. "It had to be Jake of all people? Come on."
You finished the water and set the glass down hard. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I probably fucked up that friendship forever." You hadn't realized how much of this sort of thing happened when you went out; Danny had every right to be mad and a sharp, splintering fear pierced through you. "Are we breaking up?"
Danny's face turned genuinely incredulous. "What? No. Do you want to?"
"No, oh my god, no." You brought your fingers up to your temples, trying to soothe the headache that had started to grow. "I'm sorry. This is so messed up. I wish I could take it back–all of it."
Danny gave a little huff. "Yeah, same here."
You looked right at him then. Quite a bit had changed in both of your lives since the first time you'd met, but the calming, gentle and genuine soul that was the very essence of Danny was still there. You knew that'd always be there, but even tolerance and forgiveness had limits. "I wouldn't have even managed to, I don't know, get with you without being drunk that night," you told him. "It wasn't random, not like all this has been–with other people, I mean. I didn't know if you were into me at all but I thought, well, why not?"
Danny turned and lifted one hand to your cheek, stroking your skin gently. "And that worked out pretty damn well. It just hurts to see you get all flirty with other people when we go out or go to parties or whatever. It feels like, in those moments, I don't even exist to you."
You reached for his other hand, holding it in your own. "You always exist to me. I'm really sorry. That's such a shitty thing to do to someone–to you."
"It's okay," Danny said and even though it wasn't, the way he said those words did make it feel like things would turn out alright. "I want you to have fun. Maybe just not that type of fun." His hand left your cheek and slid down your side, curving gently around your hip. "Not without me, anyway."
Just that simple touch began to pull you into his depths. You wanted to soothe him somehow. "How mad were you earlier?" you asked, pressing your whole body against him and brushing your lips against his. "Like, really? How mad?"
Danny just barely reciprocated, but then he tilted his head back and put a firm hold on your hips as if to push you away. "Pretty mad, Y/N."
Without him actually pushing you back or pulling back more himself, you ran your hand up his thigh to the waistband of his jeans, toying with the leather belt he had taught around his hips. "I never see you get mad," you said, daring to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "There's gotta be so much pent-up anger in there somewhere. Unless drumming helps–" Your words were cut off by your own surprised yelp as Danny smacked your ass.
"Sometimes it does," he agreed, then one finger was hooked through your belt loop and he was dragging you to your bedroom with very little effort. It seemed to take even less effort for him to toss you back onto the bed and climb over you, two strong thighs straddling your hips as Danny's hair hung over your face. You barely had a second to see if there was actually any anger showing in his face before he sealed his mouth to yours, wasting no time in licking past your lips in a messy, heated sequence of kisses.
Strong, skilled fingers quickly undid your jeans and slid over your underwear; you hummed in surprise, melting into Danny's kisses. This was all you ever really wanted–him. No one else. You managed to unbutton his shirt and feel his chest, his skin overheated, and run your fingers through the faint sprinkling of dark hair there. Danny's own fingers began to stroke you over your underwear so lightly in comparison to the harshness of the messy makeout session that was still happening above; the gentle whispers over the thin fabric were still enough to make your hips buck.
Danny tugged a small handful of hair at the crown of your head and pulled you back. "Do you ever think about anyone else?" he questioned, his dark lashes fluttering once as he looked down at you, waiting.
You couldn't even feel the mattress beneath you or the sheets around you. It was all Danny. The darkness of your room–neither of you had managed to get a light turned on–cloaked his usual darkness, leaving him almost as only a silhouette. The help of moonlight through the windows cast light on his face in certain angles and you looked into his eyes as best you could as you answered: "No. Never. Seriously."
Danny sat back on your hips completely, sparing none of his weight from settling down on you. The problem wasn't that he was too heavy, the problem was that his ass was right against your crotch and his thighs were flexing around you and you couldn't do a thing about it. "So when you're flirting with other people," he started to say, tracing his fingertips down your scalp to the side of your face, then to your neck. "You're not thinking about them? You're still thinking about me?"
You were such an idiot sometimes. How many lines had you crossed without a care in the world for anyone else? "Okay," you said quietly, tentatively putting your hands on Danny's thighs. They were so hard, the denim strained over muscle, surely even harder from the tension brewing in his body. "I'm not thinking about you." You pet your hands over his quads. "But only in those stupid moments."
"Right." Danny grabbed your wrists and pinned one on each side, bending over you again. He was close enough to steal a kiss from, but you didn't dare–this was interesting. A little unnerving. But still hot, the jealousy and anger that had built up inside your boyfriend slowly trickling out in a sequence that you'd never even fantasized about before, because you had been too dense to realize what you'd even been doing.
"I wanna touch you," you told him, attempting to break your wrists free as you also tried to rub your pelvis up against him.
"Oh, now you do?" Danny chided, not relenting his hold over you. "What changed all of the sudden?"
You successfully yanked one wrist free and immediately went for the fly of Danny's jeans, cupping him hard, and he himself was already hard, too. "I always do," you said, and he grunted softly and his whole body relaxed for a brief moment, but then he reached behind himself.
"Yeah?" Danny went fast again, shoving his hand down your own jeans, working his fingers past the hem of your underwear. You cursed and he just kept going, leaning back as he ignored your hand on his crotch, sliding his fingers inside you slow and deep. You just grabbed him harder in response, squeezing his cock until you worked another grunt out of him and his hips twitched on top of you.
"Oh fuck," you gasped when Danny curled his fingers and tugged lightly, then slid them even deeper than you thought he could get. Your brain couldn't process what exactly your body was feeling, but you knew it felt damn good, and Danny looked damn fine above you. His hair was running down his slightly heaving chest, the tan skin catching a sliver of silver light and shining bright for a moment until he shifted.
"So you never think about anyone else doing this?" Danny taunted with words and another curl of his fingers, just barely pulling out to add a third. You felt too confined by your clothes and you pulled your hands away from him entirely, trying to yank your jeans down which jostled Danny on top of you in the process. He caught himself, resting on his knees at your side, and raised his eyebrows: "Desperate?"
You succeeded in getting your jeans off but before you could finish ridding yourself of your underwear, Danny hauled you up onto your knees in front of him. Before he could make another move, you went straight for his belt and broke it free, sending the leather flying away from his hips; next came the button and zipper, easy enough to undo with your eager hands. With his tented boxers breaking free, you grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down onto his back to switch positions, you taking your turn to crawl over and straddle him.
"Hey," you said, catching Danny's eyes in the dark while you finished unbuttoning his shirt and slipping the panes of fabric away from his body. You smoothed your hands down his abdomen and then back up to his chest, resting one palm over his heart. "It's just you. You never have to doubt that even if I'm being an idiot." You latched your mouth to his neck before he could reply. You knew just what Danny liked–mutual adoration and lots of slow, languid touching and kissing. He smelled so good, dark, deep and musky, and you inhaled a sharp breath as you kissed your way down the soft skin of his throat. Danny moaned quietly and kept his hands in your hair, fingers just gently tangling in the strands and silently encouraging you onward.
With your lips, tongue and teeth creating messy but loving trails down his chest and abs, you scooched down his legs and brought one hand between them, cupping once more. Completely hard, Danny was a little intimidating even after all these times, but he was never forceful or aggressive. Not even now, after you'd pushed his buttons for the last time. He laid patiently, petting your hair and shoulders, while you navigated down and down some more to finally rest between his thighs.
Except there was one thing that he'd never done before.
Danny pulled out his own dick and held it, the surprise of the sudden shift in the dynamic forcing you to lean back and watch. But then you were made to look back up as Danny's voice slid through your ears like silk: "So if you only think about me, I think you should show me exactly what that looks like." There was a little wobble to the words though, like he was nervous to even request that. You were nervous too, feeling like it was your first blowjob all over again and you had more than just a mouthful to contend with.
The heat between your own legs would have to wait, you knew that. You had a lot to make up for. You felt Danny's breathing pause with one hand over his stomach as you bent down and replaced his hand with your own, wrapping it around his cock as best you could. The tip of your tongue licked slowly over half his length and that was enough to make him squirm and whimper; you hid your glee behind your fist and his dick. Even if Danny was pissed, it apparently didn't actually take too much to appease him. Even still, he deserved something good, something messy–you drooled over the head and smeared it with your palm, starting to jerk him off steadily.
"Fuck," Danny bit out, his hips squirming again, threatening to arch up off the bed as you wrapped your lips around him and sank down as far as you could with one breath in your lungs. "Y/N–I'm gonna–"
You popped off but kept stroking with your hand, delighting in how fast this was all happening, at how damn easy Danny was. "Already? Jeez, Danny, you must have really been pent up for a while."
"Yeah," Danny managed to say as he exhaled, letting his head fall back against your pillow. You kept jerking him off, pausing briefly to let more saliva dribble from your mouth onto his leaking cock, curious to see just how quickly you could get him off with just your hand. You took your other hand and brought it to yourself, slipping your fingers past the waistband of your underwear. You kept your eyes on Danny's bare abdomen and chest as you slid two fingers through your own wetness. Danny's cock twitched against your palm; you stifled a groan while you rubbed yourself, getting both fingers slick.
"Danny," you said quietly, stretching up along the length of his body with that hand outstretched, the slick glistening on your fingertips as you pressed them to his lips. "No one gets me wet like you do."
Danny lifted his head and took those fingers in his mouth without hesitation. It just made the heat below burn even hotter and you struggled not to stop stroking him just to bring yourself more relief. He kept his eyes on yours, sucking your own fluid dutifully, then sat up and pulled you into his lap. It felt so messy, all of it–Danny's shiny lips and wild dark eyes, you sitting in his half-bare lap with your wet panties as you both panted and clawed at each other. But it felt too good already, with Danny grinding up against you and squeezing your thighs in his strong hands, to even try to move around or get anymore clothes off. So good, in fact, that you knew his thick, hard, wet cock grinding into your pussy through the damp cotton was going to get you off just as quickly.
"Fuck, you are really wet," Danny whispered against your lips. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing and pushing you down against him even harder. You managed to snag a bite against his bottom lip, then he pulled back and brought one hand to the nape of your neck, keeping you in place from above and below. "Come for me. I wanna make sure it's all for me."
That drew a sharp whine from your chest; you blinked back at him, Danny's eyes catching the moonlight again, and arched your back, angling yourself a little lower so his cock was rubbing right against your clit through your underwear. The wetness from yourself had grown from the precum leaking from him and everything felt sticky and hot–strands of his hair were sticking to his collarbones with a sheen of sweat against his breastbone, and you could feel the dampness of your own skin under his fingers at the back of your neck. Denim scratched underneath your thighs while Danny's cock slid steadily against your center and his dark lashes fanned beneath his eyes for just a second before he found your gaze again.
"Shit–I–" you stuttered, having to close your eyes while the fiery tension raged through your stomach and down into your pelvis, even your pubic bone beneath all your soft skin seeming to tighten and force its way down even more furiously over Danny. The last few words were caught in your chest while the fire burst upwards and your chest was heaving, pulse wildly racing, head a sudden burst of smoke and fog.
Danny captured you in his arms, pulling you tight against his chest. "God, yeah," he moaned, and with soft, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, you felt the sudden halt of his hips beneath you and the release of heat and wetness against your own.
You kissed his lips softly while you both caught your breath and tried to slide away some of the hair that was clinging to his chest and shoulders, but it just got caught on the headboard instead. "God, we're a mess," you said with a laugh. You planted a kiss right between his eyebrows and relaxed in his lap, both of you spent out, finally. "I really am sorry, Danny. I love you and I haven't been good at showing it sometimes. Like, yeah, I'd be pissed if it was you with other girls."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that," Danny said, running his hands down your arms to your hands, clasping them gently. "The only person who really ever flirts with me when we go out is Sam."
You laughed loudly, throwing your head back. It felt so good to have this back–the humor, the giddiness, the adoration. Every insecurity and plucked nerve could be put to bed, not so unlike the way you were going to put Danny to bed once you both got cleaned up and maybe, probably, had a late-night snack to tie the whole night together.
"I don't know about that," you countered, stroking his cheek. "I've seen girls flirt with you. I think you're just a little oblivious sometimes. But you never flirt back with them–just with Sam. Don't think I haven't noticed."
Danny patted your thigh. "I'm sure you have."
You sighed. "What am I gonna tell Jake? That was so embarrassing."
"Just tell him the truth. I believe you when you say it didn't mean anything." Danny chuckled softly. "You're just like–like a moth to a flame, I guess."
"Not a great comparison," you said but you laughed, too. "I'll talk to him in the morning. I just wanna talk to you tonight. Only you."
"Same here," Danny replied, smiling softly, the moonlight slanting over his face again. "Always."