Warnings: hand stuff; unprotected sex; it's smut, folks. 18+ read at your own discretion.
Apparently Danny is always teaching or being taught in my oneshots and, quite frankly, I'm on board with that (god I wish that were me).
Thank you anon for this (or idea, perhaps), I'm always here to add more Danny content to the fandom. It's just as much for all of you as it is for me. I hope y'all enjoy.
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"I think this cue is bent," you said, turning it over in your hand and inspecting it as Danny bent over the pool table, readying himself in front of the white cue ball, looking like he was aiming for the blue number 2. "Or compromised somehow."
"It's not, you're just not using it right," he replied, not taking his eyes off the ball.
You scoffed. "I'm the one who taught you how to play pool, Danny."
He snickered but didn't say anything, then thrust the cue and tapped the ball, knocking it into the left corner. "Damn," he hissed. "So close."
"Mmhm, we'll see," you taunted, taking your own position over the table, aiming for the orange number 5, though the cue ball really wasn't set in your favor. Normally you almost always beat Danny in pool but you were floundering a bit today–maybe it really was the cue.
You groaned and cursed quietly when you missed your shot, knocking Danny's number 2 into the left pocket.
He laughed and placed his hand on your shoulder. "Good try, Y/N. Maybe you're not the master after all."
"Watch it, Danny," you retorted, actually becoming heated. You wanted to win–you couldn't lose your streak, and certainly not to your very own protege.
"Ooh, I like when you get angry," Danny teased back, raising his eyebrows at you. "It really gets me going."
You rolled your eyes. "Just shoot your shot, Wagner."
He snickered again and leaned over the table; when he hit the cue ball, the green 6 and the 8 ball went into the right corner pocket, and he stood triumphantly, silent as he looked to you with a smug look on his face.
Instead of throwing the pool cue like you wanted to, you calmly laid it across the pool table and started to gather the balls, cradling them in your arms, refusing to acknowledge his win. You wanted another game–Danny would give you another game, and you would win.
As you laid the rack over the balls, you felt his arms around you, turning you around; before you could protest and go back to your fuming, his mouth was on yours, impatient and rushed, and there was no time to think.
You dragged your hands through his hair, holding him in front of you as your sloppy kisses grew even more heated, your tongues meeting and retreating over and over, gently gliding your teeth along his bottom lip before you slid your tongue back into his mouth. He was holding your left cheek with one hand, his right on your waist, and he slid it up under your shirt.
Danny laughed quietly and pulled back from your mouth after you bit into his bottom lip again. "Such a sore loser," he said and slid his left hand between your legs, running the side of his fingers over you through your pants.
You did the same, running your palm over his crotch, then undoing his fly and reaching your hand underneath his boxers, stroking him, half-hard already. "Not a sore loser," you protested against the side of his neck. "I'm the one who taught you."
Danny ran his hand through your hair and urged you back, kissing you again. "What else can you teach me?"
"What do you want to learn?" you asked, nervousness and excitement dancing inside you. You'd never seen Danny like this–it must have been that the competition had stirred up flaming feelings within him too.
He ran his hands down your body to rest on your hips, gazing at you. "Well, this is new to me. You, I mean."
You smiled. "Can you kiss my neck?"
Still holding you by your hair, he lowered his mouth to your neck, kissing gently in the middle, working down to your collarbone. You sighed and tangled your own fingers in his hair with one hand, the other going back to stroking him. He kissed his way over to the other side, kissing below your ear and down, easing his teeth into your skin carefully and sucking, making you moan.
"Like that?" he asked and did it again.
"Yeah, just like that," you affirmed, feeling him getting harder in your hand. You gasped as he kept kissing your neck but slipped his hand under your pants, rubbing you through your underwear.
"What else can you teach me?" he asked, although he was already pulling your pants down your legs, and you finished by yanking them off your ankles, the cool air hitting your skin.
"Are you sure?" you asked. You were sure–Danny was gorgeous and the competition had gotten you even hotter for him than ever before–but you didn't want he and you to do anything that would risk your friendship.
He nodded. "Yeah, Y/N. I've thought about this before," he confessed, bringing his fingers to the waistband of your underwear and gently tugging them down. "I didn't think about it happening during a game of pool, but–I want to. Do you?"
"Yeah, I want to," you answered, shuddering when his fingers brushed against you.
"So teach me about what you like," he said, his fingers still.
You took his hand and parted your legs, leaning back against the pool table, and slid his fingers down your center. "I like that–gentle and slow," you told him.
"Like that?" Danny asked, looking down to watch himself repeat the action like you said, then back up at you.
You whimpered and nodded. "Just a little more of that–can you rub my clit?"
He made a point to slick his fingers with your wetness before he circled your clit with his middle finger, easy and slowly, his lips parted as he looked down. "Is that okay?"
You nodded again and pulled him into you. Your kisses then were less heated but not lacking passion–your mouths moved together fluidly, tongues meeting gently and you moaned quietly as he continued to work you below. He left you with a gentle peck on your lips, then kissed down you jaw to your neck again, the little bites he made more careful and sweet.
More wetness was seeping out of you and Danny slid his fingers over and into it, getting them even slicker before returning to your clit, his mouth on your neck, your right hand in his hair and your left clasping his shoulder.
"Danny," you gasped, your breathing intensifying, your skin all tingly. "I'm gonna cum."
He sucked on your neck again, the sound right under your ear, then moved his mouth up to whisper in that same ear, "Cum for me, Y/N."
You held his shoulder tighter but stopped yourself from yanking on his hair–instead, you laced your fingers through it carefully, then did it again at the side of his face, brushing it back behind his ear so you could rest your cheek on his chest, panting a little. He pressed his body against you, his hand and wrist the only obstructions from his covered hard-on being pressed against your naked lower half; with a few more motions you were digging your nails into his shoulder.
"Oh, god, Danny," you moaned, shuddering under him, wobbling where you stood. You untangled your hand from his hair to steady yourself on the pool table as his fingers slowed but didn't stop, and you felt the wetness slide down between your legs.
He spread his middle and forefinger and slide them along the sides of your heat, then gently tilted your chin up and pressed his lips to yours and asked, "Was that good?"
You laughed a little, trying to catch your breath, your head swimming and your heart still pounding. "Yeah, so good," you managed to say and kissed him back, reaching for his jeans and yanking them down, then his boxers, breaking away from his lips to look at his hard-on. "Oh wow."
Danny laughed. "Do you need me to teach you?"
"No, it's okay," you replied, laughing a little yourself before turning around and bending over the table, arching your back. You reached down and slid your fingers over yourself, spreading your wetness around in preparation. "Just go slow okay?"
"I will," Danny assured you and you felt him move into you, sliding his cock through your center with one hand on your hip.
After a few seconds he started to slide in, and you took a deep breath, thinking maybe you'd picked the wrong position, but he went in slowly and carefully as you braced your hands on the edge of the pool table.
"Fuck, that feels amazing," he uttered when he was at the hilt, placing both hands on your hips. "I'll go slow, okay?"
You nodded, biting your lip, trying to adjust to him. He felt amazing, too–entirely flush inside you, full and hard, already hitting your g-spot without even moving and ever so gently pressing against your clit.
Danny started to move back and forth gently, not even close to a full thrust, easing in and out of you just slightly. You were already clenched around him so tight that you figured he couldn't do much anyway, but after a minute you were more acclimated and he was slicker, and he started to work up a momentum that made you start to gasp and moan quietly in front of him.
His hands were gripping your hips far harder than he was thrusting, but not long after you reached one hand down to rub your clit, Danny wrapped his arm around your chest and pulled you up, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You're so tight–fuck," he said and squeezed your breast through your shirt, still pumping gently in and out.
"You're so big, Danny, god," you replied in between moans, clasping your hand around his arm. You were already verging on your second orgasm with your fingers on your clit and him meeting every sensitive spot inside you and rubbing you.
Danny whimpered in your ear and squeezed your hip even harder. You felt your blood rushing through your body and your heart beating rapidly again, and you released his forearm from your grasp and gripped the table instead, keeping yourself propped up and in his hold, then whimpered yourself and came around him, a little more abruptly than you'd anticipated.
"Fuck, oh my god," you moaned and lifted your hand from the table just to smack it down again, your legs shaking as you squeezed him tight inside you.
"Oh my god," Danny moaned in near-unison and placed a sloppy kiss on your neck, his breathing rough and his chest rising and falling heavily against your back. You reached your hand up to lace your fingers through his hair, still trying to recover yourself, and he bucked into you a few more times before you felt him cum inside you, a rush of warm wet intermingling with yours.
His hips stilled behind you apart from the occasional shudder that still rippled through his and vibrated against yours. He had his forehead resting against your shoulder then, his arm held tight around your waist and his hand finally loosening on your hip, then gently easing himself out of you and turning you around.
Danny took your face in his hands and kissed you deep, neither of you parting your lips yet but still taking all of each other in. You both seemed hypnotized like that, just melting your mouths together slowly, until he eased away and looked into your eyes.
"Shit, Danny," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "You really do know your stuff."
He cradled your head against his chest. "I don't really care about winning, you know. I just like playing with you."
"I do too," you told him, smiling against him. "I liked teaching you. It took you so long just to be able to break the balls."
Danny laughed. "Yeah, I really don't know if I'll ever be as good as you. Today was just lucky."
"We'll keep playing," you assured him, nuzzling his chest. Your legs were urging you to finally sit down but you didn't want to break away from him–he was so warm and strong around you. You had to admit to yourself that you'd also thought about this before but, after it finally happening, the new closeness you felt with Danny was something you wanted to hold onto forever. "I don't really care about winning either."