Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader
Word Count: ~4000
Warnings: SMUT ALERT! 18+ only [cross-dressing; praise; Danny is still a top;) ; fingering; unprotected PIV sex]
Thank you so much to a tumblr pal for this request. Please forgive me for taking so long to write it ❤️
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Girls night out ended earlier than you expected. You weren't complaining though–you were sufficiently tipsy, buzzing hard and fast, and now watching the dark world zip by from beyond the windows of your uber, eager to get back home. Danny had moved in just a couple weeks prior and you were still trying to wrap your brain around the fact that whenever you returned home from wherever you were, he could be there. And he was going to be there tonight and you were giddy with excitement, trying to stifle your drunken giggle in the backseat, just thinking about how delicious the rest of the night would be and how you were glad that one girlfriend of yours just couldn't handle her liquor and derailed the night.
Danny had encouraged this night out so much you almost questioned why he was ushering you off so passionately. But he'd always been passionate about you and everything about your life, including your friends–you thought he might be unnecessarily worried about the two of you spending "too much" time together since moving in. It was adorable, actually, how he wanted everything between the two of you to be perfect all the time. And it was also adorable how he'd watched–and sort of helped–you get ready for the night. He sat back on the bed, observing as you went through outfit after outfit, trying to decide which would be best. But what Danny seemed to gravitate to more than anything else from your wardrobe was your undergarments. Normal guy stuff, you figured, but Danny had a lot of opinions on all your bras and underwear; all good ones, but it was a little funny how invested he was in all of it. You thought he might have spent more time fussing over your bra and panties than you did.
The hallway was dark when you got back home; the lamp in the living room was on but Danny wasn't there, so you backtracked, kicked your heels off and padded down the hall to the bedroom. The door was closed, which piqued your interest–girl's night had ended early but not that early. Surely Danny wasn't already asleep. No, definitely not, you realized when you saw the strip of dim yellow light beneath the door, which made you even more curious–what on earth could he be doing in there?
Your question was answered when you opened the door and saw Danny standing in front of the full length mirror, inspecting himself, his impressive form cast in a golden glow from the bedside lamp. You blinked hard, not quite understanding what you were seeing at first–shiny emerald green fabric was covering him, but only bits and pieces, leaving so much bronze, bare skin available to your wandering eyes. After that split second, Danny's eyes found yours and the full picture became clear–he was wearing lingerie.
Your jaw dropped in final recognition. It wasn't your lingerie either, it was a set you'd never seen before and a set that, oddly enough, fit him quite well. A little cropped satin cami with a lace hem hugged his torso; his pecs didn't fill it out, leaving it a little skimpy up top, but it hugged his waist snugly. Your eyes traced down hungrily and also bewildered, pausing at the dark happy trail which led you down to the pair of matching little shorts tight around his hips. The contrast of silky satin and coarse hair, of dainty lace and sculpted muscle, of dark, gilded masculinity with ethereal, soft femininity was nearly enough to make you topple over.
"Oh fuck," Danny said, his words soft and deep as if you were really going to scold him. Quite the contrary–you felt a ripple of arousal as you stared at him. There couldn't have been a better vision to come home to.
"Fuck me," you replied, sighing, not sure what to do with yourself. You wanted to look at him a little longer so you stayed in the doorway, gazing over him up and down, but Danny moved, reaching for his stray t-shirt that had been tossed onto the bed.
"Wait, wait, wait," you pleaded, rushing over to him and snatching the shirt away. You grabbed his wrists and spun him to face you, and after another long look up his body, you met his gaze again. "You look so fucking gorgeous."
Instantly, a rosy flush crept over Danny's cheeks. "No way," he said, turning his face away, though he didn't attempt to wrangle free from your grasp.
"Yes, way," you protested, letting go of one of his wrists so you could finally touch the satin on his body. You grazed over the neckline of the camisole with one fingertip, bringing it down the cropped length to the lace edges. "You know it. You were checking yourself out."
"This is so embarrassing," Danny said quietly, and the earnest shame in his voice was too much for you to bear.
"No, baby, oh my god," you said, a little embarrassed yourself at the slur in your words. Drunk or not, this was fucking hot and you needed Danny to see that, too. You sat him down on the edge of the bed, parted his legs with your own hands so you could slip between them; you glanced down as you moved. It was impossible not to notice his package beneath that emerald satin. When you looked at his face again, he looked so beautiful, it was dizzying.
"You're drunk," Danny said with a chuckle. You were so glad to see him smile, even a little one–it immediately made his whole face light up, his dark features momentarily graced by an inner golden aura. There was a real one too, thanks to the gold chain around his neck, lying still over his chest that was rising and falling ever so slightly.
You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks. "Yes, but it's still true." You ran your fingers through his hair, touching the soft curls and pushing them back over his shoulders. "I didn't even know I liked this, so, thank you, Danny."
Danny really laughed at that. "I didn't know I liked it either. I still don't know."
"Oh, come on," you said, straddling his thighs, toying with the thin straps of the cami. Finally Danny put his hands on you in return, his big palms resting on your sides, and you felt your body just melt into his. "You know. You even got the color right."
The blush on his cheeks returned. "You really think it looks good?"
You inched forward, trying to feel his bulge against your own heat, and laid one hand over his cheek. "You look incredible. What inspired this?"
"I mean, I don't know. I really like all your stuff," Danny said with a vague gesture of his hand toward your dresser–well, now it was both of yours. You just hadn't expected to be sharing the underwear drawer. "It's all so–so pretty. And like, I've been wearing eye shadow lately..."
He trailed off as if that answered all of your burning questions. "I know," you said, squeezing your thighs around his. "It's so fucking sexy. My strong, hot man all dolled up. Just for me right now, I hope."
Danny's hands found your hips. "Just for you. Well, really it was supposed to be just for me."
"I walked in at the right time." You stood up and waved at the bed, intent on not wasting one second of this incredible surprise. "Lie down for me."
Danny looked sheepish, though he followed the instruction, inching backwards until he was lying his head back on the pillows, his dark curls fanning around his shoulders. "We're not really gonna–"
Laid back and slightly spread out, he looked even more stunning. You wobbled as you stood back and gazed over him, the alcohol buzz mingling with the ever-growing desire at the sight–there was no denying Danny's rich, elegant masculinity even while he really was dolled up in shimmering green satin and black eyeliner making the golden-green of his irises even sharper. The gold details of his jewelry shimmered along the satin, the necklace loose across his collarbones, tiny gold hoops in his ears that you wanted to get between your teeth, and the most oddly tantalizing piece of them all being that dainty gold anklet he'd recently started wearing. The juxtaposition of it all was frighteningly alluring.
"I need to get a picture of you," you declared, already fumbling for your phone from your pocket.
"Oh my god, no," Danny said, springing forward to grab the sheet that was crumpled at the foot of the bed to try and cover himself.
You were quick, too–you yanked it away and then off the bed completely. "It's just for us, Danny. Please?" You'd never dream of showing a picture of this–or letting this real life version of him be seen–to anyone else. This really was all for you as far as you were concerned, even if Danny had initially planned on it being a solo venture.
He huffed but laid back down again, one hand behind his head. "Alright, fine. How should I pose?"
"Just like that," you encouraged, snapping picture after picture despite him not changing positions. "Anything."
After a couple seconds, Danny laughed and crawled forward, reaching for your phone. "Okay, okay–enough of that." When you snapped one last picture, keeping the phone out of his reach, his hands found your hips and he tried to pull you onto the bed. "Come here."
You let your phone drop to the carpet with a dull thud and crawled over Danny's thighs right into his lap; his hands drifted up your hips to your waist, one moving back down to slip under your shirt while you kissed him. He sighed softly against your mouth as if relieved; meanwhile you couldn't help but giggle and smirk, still able to see the lingerie behind your closed eyes. You touched the cami straps, then traced the slight v outline along the chest, your fingertips brushing over Danny's chest hair at the same time.
"Stop laughing," Danny said, though he was laughing too, settling down on his back while you remained straddling him.
"I'm just so excited," you told him. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs where you were growing warmer and wetter by the second just from looking at him. Danny's eyebrows rose as he tentatively touched you there, much more restrained than normal as if the lingerie had him in a hold. It certainly had you in one. You had to touch the fine fabric again, had to cup his chest through the satin, had to grind yourself against the little shorts that were doing nothing substantial to keep his dick hidden. In fact, his erection being loosely confined by the emerald satin was so sexy that you wanted to keep the lingerie set on him as long as possible, even if it meant sleeping in them after they became ruined by sweat and cum.
"When did you buy them?" you inquired as Danny's fingers pressed against the inside of your thighs, his hand invisible from underneath your skirt.
"I ordered them. They got here a few days ago," he told you, touching the center of your damp panties with one finger.
You sighed, bringing your hands up to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair. "I can't believe you were gonna keep this a secret. I didn't think you could get any hotter but–" You tipped his face up and stroked your thumb over his bottom lip. "I was wrong."
Danny wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled both of you over, landing himself on top; he pushed your legs apart and nestled between them, shoving himself against you while he pushed the hem of your skirt up. You reached up, yanking his hair to bring him down, needing his lips on yours, needing his tongue sliding against your own, needing to take his breath away as he did yours. He kissed you deeply, grinding the satin against your thighs and the thin layer of your panties, that stark contrast of heated masculinity and soft femininity sending you into another tizzy.
You hooked your legs around his hips, drawing him in as close as possible, moaning into his mouth. Danny tried to pull your shirt off but your arms blocked him, your hands finding his chest again, fingers running through the little coarse hairs down his sternum, then to tease his nipples. That made him gently bite your lip and pull back, panting, humping against you hard.
"Don't be a tease, Y/N," he said, though there was no real warning in his voice. He sounded–and looked–quite desperate.
"Me?" you replied, laughing, incredulous. Your reach moved lower, one hand sliding down the warm, bare skin of his back until you could grab his ass. "Look at yourself, Danny. You're the tease. Such a sweet, silly, naughty boy." You watched him close his eyes and sigh, and you brought his mouth back to yours, saying in between more kisses: "You really are so stunning. So strong and sexy and perfect and I can't believe you're all mine."
Danny's next heated kiss punctuated your last statement. You always loved kissing him–he knew how to do it just right, just for you. He'd start slow, sweet and gentle, until your cheeks burned and you would claw at him for more, and when things progressed–as it was going right then, with him half-clad in dainty lingerie on top of you–he would introduce the perfect amount of tongue and teeth. And when you felt his teeth graze your bottom lip and his fingers tug away your underwear, pulling them to the side, you squeezed his ass and dug your nails into his lower back, kissing him back with the same desire.
Breaking away for air, you blinked up at him in the warm, low light, captivated; Danny smiled a little, that slightly sideways turn of his lips that made your heart soar with intoxicating love. Your eyes traveled down to the chain swinging away from his chest and the emerald satin, rippling ever so slightly like a deep, endless ocean and then back up to the comforting, enchanting green, gold and umber of his eyes, desperate for more, for anything, for him forever.
Finally, Danny was able to get your shirt off you; his hands instantly went to your chest, caressing your breasts over the thin lacy bra he'd approved of earlier in the night. You observed silently as he seemed to study it with curious reverence, running his fingers over the material, cupping his hands, bringing his hands up to the straps and then back down again. You squirmed beneath him, inadvertently brushing your heat against his still-confined erection again but Danny was as patient as ever. He bent down to kiss you, again beginning in that slow and sweet way you adored so much, as he mercifully slid one hand down the length of your body to in between the both of you.
"This really turns you on," Danny noted as he made you squirm further by lightly dragging one finger up your inner thigh then teasingly over your center, his touch so soft it almost tickled.
"Yeah, it does," you affirmed, groping his ass again, squeezing hard. "You turn me on."
Danny chuckled softly, barely audible. "What are you gonna do with those pictures?" he asked, just barely beginning to slip one expert finger inside you.
You spread your legs wider, encouraging him to go deeper, which he did, and you gasped before you answered: "Touch myself to them, obviously."
"Like this?" Danny slid in a second finger and thrust deeply, curling them just a little, just how he knew you liked it. You tried to answer him but the words were bound; you resorted to a needy whine and a hand groping his chest, pawing at him through the satin. He chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from him: "Stop–you're gonna ruin it."
You resorted to trying to yank the flimsy little shorts down with your other hand. "I'm gonna ruin you," you replied, heart beating fast, sweat beginning to dampen your hairline, your entire body being actively riled up and ravaged by Danny's touch.
Danny looked like he was really enjoying himself–a cheeky smirk was on his lips and there was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, a sight that seemed amplified by the unorthodox outfit he was in. "Do you think I'm pretty?" he asked, and the smirk remained but there was nothing but earnest curiosity in his voice.
"Yes," you answered, clenching around his fingers, eager for more. You'd take anything that pretty boy threw your way and he knew it, always.
He leaned in, hair in your face, eyes locked on yours. "Like a girl?" he asked and slid his fingers out, which made you whine again, but then he began to circle your clit with those fingers that were slick with your own wetness.
"No, not like a girl," you told him. Your entire body was quivering–you weren't sure you'd ever been so turned on. It was making you feel crazed, this relentless, insatiable need for him. It had always been there, but each glimpse of the green satin and lace drew you in further, like being swept out in the tide, never to return. And you were absolutely fine with that.
Danny laughed a little. It was sweet and gentle and his usual soft, kind smile returned; he kissed you with the same tenderness. "You're pretty, baby," he said against your lips, the words as soft as his kiss, and his fingers on your clit found your center again, sliding in slowly. "And so wet for me. What should I wear next?"
"Oh god," you moaned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to kiss him again. Fleeting, frenzied images breezed through your mind–Danny in a sheer black teddy, the flimsy fabric showing every bit of muscle and sun-soaked skin; maybe even one of those barely-there, strappy ones that revealed almost everything. You could see his big cock barely hidden beneath the black lace, his chest lazily covered by fine satin and silk. Another image–Danny's hips and ass being hugged by tight indigo boyshort panties, his bulge prominent, you drooling over it, a matching cropped corset keeping him snug up top. It was too much to even think about. You gripped the straps of the camisole beneath your hands as your tongues slid together; you could feel Danny fumbling down below, both his hands off you then, and then the warm weight of his cock pressed against your wet heat.
He pulled back, a few strands of his hair sticking to your chin momentarily before he rolled to the side, taking you with him and your panties too–he pulled them down quickly and you saw them tossed down to the floor. You giggled, not expecting the change, then frowned when you realized you couldn't actually see much of him but then he pressed his lower body flush against yours and you felt the satin against your thighs right below your bunched up skirt; he'd kept the shorts on, just pulled them down. When he held you close, his strong arms clasped over your chest, one hand cupping your breast and the other tangled in your hair, he pushed in and the satin teased your hypersensitive skin just as much as the depth of his entrance into you. You bit back a moan and inadvertently squeezed around him; Danny moaned outright, low and deep, and rubbed his hips against your ass. You could also feel the fabric of the camisole against your back and shoulders, tempting you to reach behind and play with one strap, so you did while your other hand laid over his forearm, fingers stroking through the finer hairs there.
You reveled in the closeness. Danny was always the definition of safety and security but sex always had high risk of the exact opposite; not with him though, and the continuous brushing of satin on your skin was an added comfort in its own strange, unexpected way. There would always be a part of Danny that was gentle and sweet beyond belief. A hazy halo followed him wherever he went–you saw it every day, and the recent escalation in glitter and color and whimsy only made it shine brighter.
You felt the electricity emanating from his body as he worked up his steady rhythm, thrusting into you with such hot, raw power but also the usual element of subtle slowness, like he didn't want to break you. You turned your head to kiss him, your lips finding his jaw first before he helped you out, bending to meet you halfway, and he ran his hand from your hair down to your hips; those skilled fingers found your clit again. You were buzzing harder than you'd been earlier from just the alcohol–Danny's touch, his kiss, his hold were all more exhilarating than any liquor on earth.
The kisses broken once more, you hooked your hand back to touch his hair, hold him there and look into his eyes. "God, you are so fucking beautiful, Danny," you pronounced, the words never not holding the same profound meaning no matter how many times you said them. You were lost deep into his eyes that were the deepest of forests, his nose that was shaped like an ancient god's, the warm flush on his cheeks reminiscent of a setting sun, the curve of his lips like flowers that beckoned you for more.
A bashful smile graced your vision and your heart fluttered at his sudden meekness. He looked down and you closed your eyes, letting yourself simply feel Danny nose his way through your hair to press his lips to your shoulder, then your neck. His fingers still swirled below, sending a torrent of tingles through your body, and when he started to lose his rhythm just a bit you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to the edge. Danny was moaning into your skin, the sounds muffled but so near your ear that those too sent shivers down your spine.
Another image came to mind, but this time it was the image of what you were experiencing but couldn't fully see–the dainty camisole on Danny's chest, cutting off at his waist, the gold chain accentuating his skin and the delicate slant of his collarbones, then the skimpy emerald shorts pulled down his thighs. You saw in your mind's eye and you felt with your body, and Danny's teeth grazed your neck as his wet fingers circled in tandem with his dense thrusts, his cock so hard and full inside you; it all became too much so fast. You moaned his name, as you always did, and squeezed his arm as you squeezed his cock.
He growled in your ear. He held you even tighter with his arms locked around your body, his hand between your legs slowly migrating to your thigh; he spread your legs a little and pushed his hips forward harder and faster while his lips returned to your neck. You were still reeling in the darkness behind your eyes, panting and breathless though his name rang like a bell over and over in your head.
The soft curses and deep moans that came from him swept through the scant space between you two and you felt a different kind of heat flood you. Danny stopped moving completely, breathing hard with his forehead pressed against your shoulder, and after another moment you rolled back over to face him, capturing him in your arms. You kissed his jaw, his cheeks, his nose, and let him get some air back into his lungs. His eyes were closed–you began to count his long, dark lashes until his eyes opened again.
"But really," he began, reciprocating your hold with his arms looped around your shoulders. "What should I wear next?"
"You'll look hot as fuck in anything," you told him. The world was his oyster as far as you were concerned and you were really glad you had those pictures. You hadn't been lying when you'd said you were going to touch yourself to them. "Surprise me."