Fraternity Fever

Babygirl

Danny Wagner x Reader

babygirl danny. what the title says, danny makes a joke about how you make him moan like a girl, chaos ensues

words: 1339

tags: 18+!! smut, oral (m rec), feminization??, feminine pet names, feminine anatomical terms for male body parts, rimming, maybe slight overstimulation?? i’m so bad at tags im sorry

Danny lets out a whine as you gently palm him over his boxers. You’re on your knees between his legs while he sits on the couch. He’s already half hard and bucking into your hand. You gently squeeze and he lets out another high pitched moan, and he chuckles breathlessly. “What?” You smirk and ask him. “You make me moan like a girl…” He responds with another chuckle. Now that’s a fun idea… You grin at him, “Aww… you sound so pretty for me, babygirl.” You feel his cock throb when you call him that, and his eyes widen. He looks away, his face beet red, “Don’t- don’t call me that-“ You grin even wider, rubbing him through his boxers again, “Aww… does that turn you on? You like being my pretty girl?” The moan Danny lets out is probably the hottest noise you’ve ever heard him make, and his hips rut into your hand, “Please-“ he whines. You can see the wet spot forming at the front of his boxers. You bite your lip and rub two fingers over it, “My pretty girl is already so wet for me… I bet you want me to eat that pretty pussy huh?” Danny shuts his eyes tight and he moans again, “Y-yes- please-“ You giggle and gently pull off his boxers. His cock springs out and smacks against his tummy, a string of precum connecting the tip to his stomach. You swallow hard and run your palm up the shaft, which earns a pitiful whine from Danny’s throat. “Oh princess… you’re dripping… I bet that pretty clit is aching for my mouth…” Danny lets out a sob, “Y-yes- please- please I need it-“ He begs. You run your other hand up his thigh, “I won’t make you beg for it baby… you’re such a good girl for me.” You wrap your hand around the base, squeezing gently. Another high pitched whine rips from Danny’s throat, and he bucks his hips into your hand. You lean forward and place a gentle kiss to his tip, before licking up the precum that was leaking from him. Danny’s hands grip the couch cushions as he thrusts his hips forward again. You push his hips down and look up at him, “Uh uh… hold still for me pretty girl… can you do that for me?” Danny whines and nods quickly, “Y-yes- I-I can- I’ll be good-“ That’s the exact answer you were looking for. You place another kiss to his tip, “Mmm good girl…” You take the tip into your mouth, sucking and licking softly. Danny throws his head back with a wail, his hands immediately grabbing onto your hair, “F-fuck- so good-“ Danny moans out. You can’t help but groan as you feel more of his precum leak onto your tongue, the salty sweet taste making your eyes roll back. You take a deep breath through your nose and sink down deeper onto his cock, feeling it slide against your tongue. Danny practically mewls, “Oh god baby- fuck- I love your mouth- I fucking love your mouth-“ Danny babbles, the muscles in his thighs flexing in attempt to keep them still. You grab his thighs and dig your nails into them, beginning to bob your head up and down on his cock. You watch as he throws his head back with a groan, his adam’s apple bobbing indecently. God you need to see him fucking whine for you. You pull off of him with a loud “pop”. He looks down at you and whimpers, “Why did you stop?” You stand up and look down at him, “I want you on your hands and knees pretty girl.” You coo. He shudders at your tone of voice, and does exactly as you say, getting on all fours. You grin and run your hand down his spine as you get on the couch behind him, “Good girl… you want me to eat you out don’t you?” You push him down so his chest is against the couch, and his ass is up in the air. He whines, “Yes- please baby-“ “Please what, baby girl? What do you want?” Danny almost sobs, “Please… please eat me out-“ You grin, and massage the plump of his ass, “Good girl.” You lean down and press gentle kisses against his ass cheeks, paying equal attention to both of them. Danny whimpers softly, his cock dripping between his legs. He lets out another loud, high pitched moan when you sink your teeth into the flushed skin, “F-fuck-!” You soothe the area with your tongue, before spreading him open, his hole already pulsing with want.

You can see Danny hide his face in the cushions, and you reach forward to run your fingers through his hair, “No no, pretty girl, let me see your face…” Danny whines and looks back at you, his cheek pressed against the pillow and his eyes hooded and needy. “Good girl…” You move back into position, spreading him open again. You lean in and lap at him, experimenting. You’ve never done this to him before. As soon at your tongue meets his entrance, his whole body twitches and he lets out the most erotic sound imaginable, his hole clenching around nothing. You moan at the taste of him, and immediately dive back in. Danny grips the couch cushions and his mouth falls open, pitiful whines leaving it. You circle your tongue over the ring of muscles, the musky, warm taste has you dripping already. “Fuck baby girl… you taste amazing… I could eat this pussy all day.” You mewl out as you lick a stripe between his cheeks. Danny whimpers, looking back at you, his eyes hazy and cheek pressed flush against the cushion. He looks absolutely sinful. You make eye contact with him before pulling back, and spitting on his hole. Danny’s body jerks and he gasps, his cock leaking even more. You grin and bite your lip, “Oh you like that huh? You’re such a dirty girl.” Danny whines again. You bring your tongue back against him, gently pushing it past his entrance, feeling him clench and quiver around you. You wriggle your tongue inside of him, and you can see the veins in his hands protrude as he holds back. He wants to touch himself so bad, and you know it. You pull back again, “Stroke that pretty clit for me baby… make a mess all over this damn couch.” Danny practically sobs in relief, and his hand is immediately wrapped around his cock, jerking it hard. He’s dripping so much you can hear it, and fuck, it turns you on so much. You tongue at him again, slipping your tongue inside and moaning at the taste. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his legs quiver and his moans reach an impossibly high pitch. You knead his ass cheeks and move your tongue faster. Danny’s hand picks up speed and he starts to babble incoherently, “Fuck baby- baby i’m gonna come- oh i’m gonna come- FUCK!!!” Danny lets out an absolutely pornographic moan as he comes all over his hand and the couch. you feel him clench hard around your tongue and you push deeper, the taste of him driving you crazy. You finally stop when Danny starts to pull away from you. Danny pants loudly and practically collapses, laying on his side. You lay yourself on top of him and stroke his hair, “Did i make you feel good, pretty girl?” Danny nods, “Oh my god yes- can we please do that again sometime?” He breathes out. You giggle and kiss him deeply, letting him taste himself on your tongue, “Of course we can baby. Maybe next time you can try taking my fingers… or maybe even my cock…” You lick his cheek and he shudders, a little whine leaving his lips, “Fuck…” You giggle and hold him close. You’re still painfully wet, but you decide to ignore it just so you can take care of him, your baby girl.

Hello yes I'm on my knees begging bestie, may I also receive it

you get no context, enjoy

This is so adorable omgggg

There's a smoocher on the loose! 💋

Saints of Los Angeles

A Daniel Wagner / fem!reader fic

Summary: You never thought that meeting a Saint would cause you to sin.

Tags: kiss feminism goodbye (Policarpa I'm so sorry queen), smut (MDNI!!), objectification, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, unprotecting sex, drug use, light bloodplay, dom!Danny

Trigger Warnings: Drug use, objectification, insulting language towards women

A/N: All the feminism left my body with this one, y'all. Please don't let the warnings scare you away too easily. Basically, its what you'd find in a Motley Crue song, whish this fic is heavily inspired by. That being said, this is the hottest thing I've ever written. I really tried to challenge myself with this one. Title taken from Saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue. As always, I hope you guys enjoy <3.

Words: 8.7 k

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This can’t be the place.

Checking your texts with Donna again, you confirmed that, yes, this was the place your friend said to meet her. Feeling completely out of your element in the seedy neighborhood, stood in front of the sketchy dive bar with neon signage, you clutched your purse a little tighter as you took a deep breath and stepped inside. 

It was just as you expected it to be, full of rowdy patrons pounding hard liquor like it was water. Most people didn’t notice your entry, the majority of those who did simply glanced your way with a hard look in their eye before returning to whatever they were doing before. Fighting back a shiver, you straighten your posture and head for the bar. 

“Tequila on the rocks, please,” you ordered, feeling eyes on the back of your head. The bartender busied herself with pouring the drink as you settled into an empty seat. 

“Mandi, get me a whiskey while you’re at it, sweetheart,” a male voice from behind you commanded, dripping with charm and charisma. Immediately, your hackles raised at his attitude toward the woman, noting how condescending it was. 

You couldn’t help rolling your eyes as he took the seat next to you, carrying the smell of cigarette smoke and mint with him. He seemed to notice your reaction and was unafraid to point it out. 

“What’s your fucking problem, princess?” He rested his forearm on the bar, peering over his shoulder at you. That’s when you finally got a good look at this stranger. You were ashamed of the way your breath caught in your throat, but you couldn’t help it. He had to be the most beautiful person you’d ever laid eyes on - which was saying something considering you lived in star-studded Los Angeles. 

He had long black hair that fell in tightly coiled ringletsaround his face, a prominent nose with fierce eyes that burned with annoyance and malice. He wore a beat up leather jacket with a skin-tight black shirt underneath, dark denim jeans on his legs. Despite the fire in his eyes, they were a gorgeous hazel brown. And on top of all that, he had a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. But then you saw the cigarette tucked between his fingers and all that went completely out the window as you felt disgust curl within your gut. 

“You smoking next to me, greaser,” you spat at him, grabbing the glass that had been set in front of you and taking a swig. It burned as the liquor slid down your throat, but it was one you were used to. 

“Oh, I see. We’ve got a perfect little goodie-two-shoes over here,” the stranger mocked, turning his body fully towards you. Seeing the idea form in his head as it came to him, you watched as he took a drag before blowing the smoke directly into your face. 

Coughing after you mistakenly inhaled, you swatted the air around you to try and clear it. “Disrespectful asshole,” you muttered between hacking. 

“What was that?” His teeth were gritted as he spoke, no doubt catching your insult. 

Making the decision that you’d rather deal with an angry Donna than this dive any longer, you just shook your head and made to leave. 

You didn’t get very far before you felt a hand grab your arm, tugging you around so that you came face to face with the beautiful stranger. The first thing you noticed was the dangerous glint in his eye. 

“I said, ‘what was that’?” 

Swallowing hard, you found yourself confused by the way your body reacted. Heat began to pool between your thighs as you looked up into his face. He was expecting an answer and you knew he wasn’t going to let you go without it. 

“Let go of me, you filthy rat!” You tried to wrench your hand out of his grip, but it was no use. 

The imposing stranger pulled you in closer by your waist. That officially marked the death of any personal space between you two. Your heart was racing. With your chest pressed against his, you could feel how firm it was. Now eye level with his lips, you noticed how plump and full they were. Even in the dark lighting of the bar, you could see they were a beautiful deep pink color. He seemed to notice that you were looking at his lips, flashing you a crooked smile that showed off his pristine white teeth, his canine tooth particularly sharp. You couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like nipping into the flesh of your skin. 

"You keep talking like that to me and see where it gets you, angel," the stranger purred, the cigarette tucked between his teeth bobbing up and down as he spoke. His voice sounded like honey saturated with smoke. It was so smooth and sweet, yet there was a raspiness to it that made you clench around nothing. The smoke from his cigarette curled in tendrils around his face, partially covering his eyes. You never were a fan of the habit, but for some reason, this stranger was exempt from your disgust. 

This time, it was your turn to observe him taking in your appearance. His smirk finally reached his eyes, a pleased look painting itself across his dangerously handsome face. The ache of wanting thrummed harder between your legs as his eyes fixated on your breasts. You felt like you were losing your mind; everything he was doing was every one of your turn-offs. Apparently multiple negatives made a positive. 

"What are you waiting for, kitten?" He removed the cigarette from his teeth with his left hand, catching a glimpse of his hand tattoos and silver jewelry - rings and bracelets - glinting in the neon of the bar. He blew the smoke in your face as his right hand slid down from the small of your back to the meat of your ass, his fingers fanning out and digging harshly into your flesh. "I didn't tell you to stop."

Gulping nervously, you realized just how deep you had dug your grave. There was no turning back now, and frankly, you weren’t sure you wanted to. You had lived a very sheltered life up until this night - the night you happened to walk into the wrong bar. You had always wanted to let go of yourself and take a dip into the wild side, and now, the wild side was quite literally pressing you against him by a vice grip on your ass. It was a golden opportunity dangled in front of you like a carrot on a stick; who the hell were you to look a gift horse in the mouth? 

“Get your filthy hands off me, you disgusting pig,” you spat, all the venom concentrated in your words and nowhere else in your body. You could feel your eyelids falling at half-mast, your hands smoothing themselves all over the stranger’s chest and landing on his large pecs. And maybe you even arched your back just a little bit to lean your ass into his grip, so what? This was absolutely the hottest thing to ever happen to you and you were going to milk it for all its worth, 

A low chuckle grumbled out of the stranger’s lips, feeling it in your hands. “You don’t mean that.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he ashed his cigarette onto the floor, the tip of it glowing from red to a yellow-orange as he took another drag. 

Feeling bold, you plucked the tobacco from his lips and placed it between yours. He couldn’t seem to hide the pleasant surprise in his eyes as he watched you take a drag of your own, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth. Pulling the cigarette away from your mouth, you let your hand hang to the side as you closed the distance between you two. The smooth velvet feel of his tongue against yours as you shotgunned the smoke to him made your head spin. You’d only ever seen it done in movies. They all failed to truly show the absolute rush you experienced from the act. You felt so dirty, so wrong. 

You’d never felt more alive. 

A whine passed between your mouth into the stranger’s just like the cigarette drag. You felt him pull away, opening your eyes in just enough time to see his roll into the back of his head, his eyelashes fluttering. There was an easy, toothy smile spreading across his lips. It was dripping with confidence and pleasure, but there was this quality to it that made you nearly flood your panties. As his eyes landed in yours - unfocused and blissed out - it seemed like he was looking directly into your soul and knew just how badly you desired him. With his free hand, he grabbed your chin. His thumb toyed with your bottom lip, pulling it down and exposing your bottom teeth. All you could do was look up at him through your lashes. He leaned his face in impossibly close; so close you were nearly going cross-eyed looking at him. That’s when you noticed the sinister glint in his eyes. It was one that promised you so many dirty and wicked things that you couldn't help but shiver at the sight. You were hurtling down a dangerous path, and you were just starting to realize how dangerous it was. 

“You’ve sealed your fate now, princess,” the stranger muttered, his breath smelling of cigarette smoke and the whiskey he was drinking. 

With one final hard squeeze of your ass, he removed his grip off of it and instead wrapped his left arm around your waist. He pulled you tight against his side, feeling his leather belt press into the bone of your hip. Grabbing his nearly forgotten drink off the bar, you watched as he downed it in one gulp, tilting his head back to expose a razor sharp jawline. You watched his adam’s apple bob before he slammed the glass onto the counter. Without any warning, he ripped the cigarette out of your hand and took one long drag, stubbing it out on the ice still sitting in his empty glass. 

“Hope you’re ready, doll.” That was the only warning you received from him before he slapped you hard on the ass. You yelped in surprise, your cheeks heating up as a few people around you turned to look. Smirking at your reaction, the stranger chuckled before pulling you along with him towards the staircase you noticed upon first stepping inside.

“Where are we going?” you asked after reaching the top of the steps. The lighting was vastly different than it was down the steps. Instead of vibrant neons and warm glowing string lights, the dark corridors were lit with sultry, yet vaguely off-putting red lights. Your nerves had been active since you entered the bar, but now they were turned up to eleven. There were a few doors opposite the bannister, all of them closed. You ventured a guess that they were all locked, too. 

“Listen, doll. I didn’t bring you up here to chat,” the stranger sharply bit at you, annoyance injected into his tone and pinching his features. He stopped at the last door at the end of the hallway, turning the knob and throwing it open. Using his hold on your waist, he shoved you inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it with a loud click. “So you best find a better fucking use for that mouth before I throw you out on the street in nothing but your high heels. Is that clear?” 

You hated to admit it, but that threat really got your motor running. You had to bite your lip to stave off the moan threatening to leap from your throat. 

“I said,” the man advanced on you. Each step he took forward, you took backwards until you couldn’t any more. Your back pressed to the wall, the stranger caged you in with his arms, his hand back to gripping your chin. “‘Is that clear’?”

You didn’t even get to say anything before he used the grip he had on your chin to nod your head for you. This put a pleased grin on his face again. “Good girl.” 

Your knees were weakened by the praise purred into your ear, his warm breath brushing against your skin. His command in mind, you found a better use of your mouth by pressing your lips against his once more. The noise that slipped from your lips originated from deep within the caverns of your soul.

Fire. Searing, scalding fire. 

That was the only way he could describe it, all you could feel. Each moment brought forth a new intensity that didn’t seem feasible, but proved to do just that. The burning heat that washed you from head to toe was so addicting. It was so intense that you felt your head spin from the pleasure. You knew at that moment that this night would be one you would talk about in years to come, the “best night of my life” kind of night. 

The only thing that pulled you away from the moment was your back colliding with a mattress. You had been so focused on the stranger that you had failed to notice there was a bed in the room. But there wasn’t much time to dwell on that before your shirt was being tugged off your body. You felt out of breath as he unhooked your bra and threw it across the room. 

His hands were warm, becoming very intimate with the callouses on them as he slid his hands up your stomach at a teasing pace. They stationed on your breasts, cupping them in his hands and kneading them. That’s when you finally were able to get a good look at the ink on his hands. The word “saint” had been etched onto his left hand, each letter appearing on its own finger. On his right was the word “sinner”, following the same pattern as the left one with the exception of the Ns fitting on his middle finger. A skull was painted on the back of his left hand, a butterfly on the right. You couldn’t see his arms, but you’d bet real money that they were covered in sleeves of tattoos. He seemed to notice you taking in his tattoos, a smirk on his face as you watched his pointer finger swirl around your nipple with a feather light touch. 

“Oh, god,” you exclaimed, throwing your head back in pleasure. 

“He’s got nothing to do with this, sweetheart. If you’re gonna moan out any names, it’s gonna be mine.” 

“Y-Yours?” 

The stranger huffed out a laugh that had no humor in it. With a simple flick of his pointer finger against your erect nipple, you let out a pathetic moan that amused him greatly. It seemed he enjoyed toying with you and seeing which reactions he was able to pull from you. 

“It’s Daniel. And make sure you scream it nice and pretty for me, angel. None of that other talking bullshit you were trying to pull earlier,” he informed, staring you directly in the eyes with an intense gaze that left no room for argument. 

Not trusting your voice, you nod your head. Daniel, you thought in your head, finally a name for a face. 

“Mine’s-”

“Frankly, hon, I don’t give a damn. Now hush, angel. Your beauty depreciates in value with each word,” 

Feeling slightly dumbfounded, all you could do was clamp your mouth shut with a knit in your brow. While you knew that was probably the most disrespectful thing you’d heard all night, you couldn’t deny the instant warmth that shocked the flesh between your thighs. 

“Alright. Let’s get started.” 

With that, Danny maintained eye contact with you as he brought his mouth to your nipple not being played with by his fingers. You gasped at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue lapping at your sensitive skin. It only lasted a second before he retracted, a devilish look in his eye. You couldn’t help but look at him, maintaining eye contact as he dabbed his tongue on it again, this time leaving it there. Just like with his finger, he swirled his tongue around the darker patch of skin with a feather light touch. You couldn’t control the mewls that kept falling out of your mouth, your head throwing back at the sensation. 

Just when you were starting to get antsy for more from Daniel, he surprised you once more by clamping his lips around the tip of your breast all while squeezing them between his fingers in tandem. It ripped a huge gasp from your lungs, your back involuntarily arching off the mattress. It felt as if he was controlling your entire body with his mouth, pulling reactions from you that you weren’t consciously conjuring yourself. As Daniel continued, your panting turned to moan after pathetic moan, each one more intense than the last. You were starting to feel as if you were about to burst from pleasure, your entire body tensing as something was building up inside of you. Your knuckles were starting to turn white as you gripped at the sheets and Daniel’s hair, respectively. 

Right when it felt as if that pressure was about to reach its breaking point, Danny detached his hands and mouth from your breasts. All of the sudden, you could feel that beautiful pressure rapidly falling and turning cold. 

“Daniel!” you whined indignantly, the grips of your hands relaxing but staying in their spots. 

“Pout all you want, kitten. You haven’t earned the right to cum yet,” he explained - rather condescending - as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. 

Is that what I felt? It wasn’t like you were a virgin, you’d been with other men before. However, you’d never felt that sensation before. 

“Have you ever sucked dick before, princess?” 

At the question, you felt your face instantly get hot. It was so crass. And yes, he had just spent the past few minutes lapping at your tits, but that question somehow felt more crude. 

“I-I-” you stuttered, still gobsmacked at the bluntness of his question. Closing your eyes and gulping, you found the strength to answer. “I- yes. But only once-” 

“Perfect.” Righting himself to stand up straight, Danny shed his jacket and tight shirt and tossed them onto the floor. Next came his belt, the metal of the buckle clanging as he slid the leather from the loops of his dark jeans. You couldn’t help but watch as he undressed, not sure what else to do. And really, it wasn’t like you weren’t enjoying the show. 

Just like you had suspected, his skin was a tapestry of artwork from head to toe. His arms seemed to have a theme of biblical depictions chalk full of skulls and death. His chest had a depiction of icarus falling towards the sea (which also was engraved into the skin of his abdomen), feathers cascading down his torso with some of them even captured in the process of melting. There was a sun inked into the skin just below his right clavicle with a painting of clouds surrounding it. It was a breathtaking piece that must’ve taken hours upon hours of work and definitely more than what your car was worth. Your eyes traveled down away from the icarus piece to his waistband, where both his happy trail and the tops of what looked like snake’s head peaked out from. Removing his pants and underwear in one smooth movement, you got to confirm that they were, indeed, snake heads you saw. On the inside of each hip were coiled up snakes with their fangs bared at each other, venom dripping from their flared forked tongues. That was probably your favorite tattoo of his, if you were being honest. 

While you were too busy ogling his tattoos, he grabbed you by the thighs and hoisted you up into his arms. Yelping in surprise, you wrapped your arms around him and tried your best to bite down a moan at the feeling of your bare chests pressed up against one another. He laughed at your reaction, the sound right in your left ear as he looked over your shoulder. He only held you for a moment before you felt the mattress underneath your legs again, Daniel having sat down with his back against the headboard. Your hips were perfectly on top of his, feeling his hard on through the fabric of your jean shorts. An idea sprang to mind, one that you enacted before even thinking it through too much. 

On their own accord, your hips rolled against Daniel. This caught him by surprise, a breath hissing through his clenched teeth as his eyes clenched shut. You felt his calloused fingers dig into the meat of your ass again as his hands flew from their loose grip on your thighs. When he opened his eyes, there was a dangerous edge in them. He flashed you a smile, but that was a loose definition. Truly, he was more bearing his teeth at you with a crooked grin. 

“Careful, peaches,” he warned with a growl, one of his hands slithering away from your ass to grab you by the jaw in a vice grip, “I don’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours.” 

That nearly made you rock your hips forward as warmth flooded your pussy again. However, you resisted by clenching your hands down on his shoulders. You felt like your teeth were going to shatter by how hard you were clenching your jaw. 

“Look at me,” Danny commanded as his grip tightened against your jaw. 

Doing as he commanded, you slid your gaze to your partner. 

“Pull another stunt like that and I’ll spank you so hard you’ll be able to find my fingerprints on your ass.” He accentuated his point by clenching his hand that was still on your ass. 

You whined at the extra pressure, the mental image of you bent over his knee while he smacked your ass so hard it left a perfect impression on your skin not helping. 

“In this room, I am your god. Whatever I say, you do it without any hesitation or sass. Understood?” 

Without realizing, you began nodding your head. Whatever he said. You just wanted to get that high back he gave you minutes ago that he dangled just out of your reach. You had gotten a taste, now you wanted the whole meal. 

“Such a good girl. Let’s see if you can keep it up,” he praised, his hand finally releasing your jaw. There was a smirk on his lips that showed off his sharp canine tooth. While your attention was on that, he pushed your hips down his legs. Eventually when they got too far away, his grip shifted to your shoulders. You got the message, his question from earlier popping into your head. 

Lifting your dominant hand up from the sheets, you made sure to make eye contact with Danny as you inched your hand towards his dick to silently ask if it was ok to do so. Getting impatient, Daniel grabbed your hand with his own and put it on his cock himself. At the touch, he let out a sigh of relief. Still holding your hand, he set the pace of your hand gliding up and down his shaft. It was fast and rough, but you got the idea that that’s how Daniel liked most things. 

Letting go of your hand after you got the idea, he used that hand in order to grab you by the hair. A sharp pain shot through your scalp from his grip. However, that didn’t compare to the pain of Danny yanking your head down and towards his cock. That you yelped in pain at. 

“Oh, save it, princess,” he barked before using his grip on your hair to press the tip of his dick to your lips. “I’ve got a better use for that mouth. Open up.” 

Swallowing down your nerves, you did as you were told. Looking him in the eyes, you parted your lips. Danny wasted no time shoving his cock in your mouth. The only thing that stopped him from shoving it all the way down your throat was your hand. With a frustrated growl, he used his free hand to rip yours away. He then stuffed his cock as far down as it could go, tears prickling at your eyes as it hit the back of your throat. Saliva immediately began to flood your throat as you gagged around him. You grabbed at his thighs with a tight grip, attempting to find any purchase you could as your head began spinning. 

After what felt like hours, Danny finally pulled you up off of him. Drool fell from your lips as you gasped deeply for air, a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to his dick.  

“Catch your breath, kitten. I’m just getting started.” He hovered you just above his hips, using the hand not fisted in your hair to brush your rouge locks from your eyes. It was a strangely tender moment from him; one you never would’ve expected from him. 

You only were able to breathe for a moment before he was stuffing his cock between your lips again. This time, you were able to take more of him as you relaxed your throat. However, you still gagged as he hit the back of your throat; though, you doubted you would ever be able to suppress that reaction. Daniel held you there for a moment, only pulling you up partially to quickly cough and take a breath. 

“Better hold on, princess. I can only hold back for so long,” Daniel warned right before he set his own pace. His hips bucked up off the mattress, making you audibly gag as tears formed in your eyes once more. The noise caused an amused chuckle to fall from his mouth. He may have started out slow, but that only lasted for about thirty seconds before he cranked up the intensity to eleven. He set a pace that was sure to leave the soft palate of your mouth bruised as he brutally pounded into your throat. Tears began to steadily stream down your cheeks, your hands gripping the skin of Danny’s muscular thighs hard enough to leave marks. 

“That’s it, baby, take it,” Daniel moaned in a gravelly tone, his head throwing back in pleasure at the sensation. That’s when he utilized the hold he had on your hair to skull fuck you even more fiercely, bobbing your head up and down in a way that complimented his thrusting hips. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could handle. Your eyes couldn’t seem to stop watering and your throat was screaming in pain. At this rate, he wold fuck your throat so hard you’d lose your voice. 

As if fate could hear your thoughts, Danny’s phone rang. With a growl, he reached over to the nightstand on his left and snatched it off the table. His pace had finally stilled, granting you a much needed moment of respite. He looked at the screen, sighing at whoever’s name was on it and begrudgingly answered. 

“What, Jake,” he bit with so much venom, you would’ve believed he hated this person. With annoyance pinching at his features, he listened to the caller talk to him. You could make out a few words here and there, but the voice was too quiet. 

Once Daniel got bored of listening, he once again started bobbing your head up and down, thankfully slower than the last time. His attention was still on the call as he used you. 

“He did what?!” Daniel yelled, his fist tightening in your hair as his anger spiked. You hummed out a moan at the sensation, causing his eyes to dart down to you. 

You heard Jake talking again on the other end. Even though you couldn’t pick out words, you could tell he was trying to diffuse the situation with Danny based on his tone alone. 

“I don’t give a shit if it was the fucking governor, Jake! We don’t give discounts!” 

At this point you had started to set your own pace. But, it seemed that wasn’t enough. As his agitation grew, so did his need for pleasure. 

“No. I’m done listening, it’s your turn. I want you to tell him these exact words, alright? You tell little Sammy that he better get the rest of the amount owed for the coke, or I’ll make sure that pretty little girlfriend of his never sells another record and lives the rest of her life on the fucking streets. Is that clear?” 

It finally clicked to you what he was talking about. Daniel wasn’t some ordinary dirtbag, he was a drug dealer. And not just any drug dealer, but the head of the most dangerous gangs in the city: the Saints of Los Angeles. You’d heard about him on the news: Daniel Wagner, the saint of Los Angeles. You would be appalled by how turned on that made you later on. But in the heat of the moment, that simply made you want to work harder to earn his favor. 

“Look, put it this way to him because I know that his head is just there for decoration - who is he more afraid of: the governor, or me?” Even though he said it in a very neutral tone, the sentence sent a shiver down your spine. 

Wanting his attention back to you again, you started to use your tongue. You were able to push back against his grip and pull up off him a bit, giving you more space to swirl your tongue around the girth of Danny. Not only did you start using your tongue, but you slid one of your hands away from his thigh and went for his balls. As soon as they were in your hand, Daniel let out a gasp of surprise, his gaze finally making its way back onto you. You felt giddy at the eye contact despite your better judgment. Continuing with your new added contact, you swirled your tongue around and played with his balls in tandem. It was just what he liked, it seemed, as he threw his head back and moaned. Now knowing with certainty that he was enjoying your attention, you hummed around him, pleased with yourself. Casting your eyes downward in order to better concentrate, that’s when you noticed another one of his tattoos. Written in block letters were two words right above his cock with an arrow pointing down at it. Choking Hazard, they said.

For the first time, you were able to make out what Jake was saying on the other end of the phone. “Are you fucking someone right now??” 

With a short laugh, Daniel thrust up into you again. “Yeah, I found a real pretty one down at the club tonight. Poor thing was all lost. She’s more your type than mine, but you know me; I can’t resist a set of huge tits.” 

“My type, huh?” Jake asked, his interest piqued. 

“Yeah, I’ll send you a picture.” Readjusting his grip on your hair, he pulled you up off his dick. You made a loud pop as you were pulled away, panting for breath and spit dripping down your fucked out lips. You could feel your eyes at half mast, sure that your mascara was running down your cheeks from your earlier tears. 

“Smile, princess,” Danny commanded after pulling the phone away from his ear. Once finished, he lowered you back down onto his cock. He kept his attention on the screen as you assumed he sent your picture to Jake. 

“Goddamn,” you heard Jake exclaim clear as day, Daniel having put him on speaker phone. 

“Uhuh, I told you,” Danny responded, gathering your hair up in his hand before thrusting into you again, “got a mouth as good as any pussy.” 

“Fuck,” you heard through the phone, “shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been this jealous of you.” 

That made Danny chuckle in amusement. “I can save some for you for later.” 

“So I get sloppy seconds?” 

“If you want. I’m feeling generous,” Daniel stated. You couldn’t see his face - your eyes focused on the Choking Hazard tattoo - but you could hear the smile in his voice. He punctuated his words with a buck of his hips, making you gag audibly. 

“Sounds like you are,” Jake responded, “but I can’t. I’m already in hot water with Jenna. If she knew I slept with another girl, I’d get skinned.” 

“More for me. Now if you excuse me-” 

“Yeah, yeah. Have your fun.” 

“Make sure you tell Sam exactly what I told you,” Danny reminded, his finger already hovering over the button. 

Jake sighed before promising to follow the order. With that, Daniel hung up the phone and tossed it back onto his nightstand. “Don’t work with family.” 

That was all he said before fisting his free hand into your hair and started setting a brutal pace for your throat again. More tears fell down your cheeks and so did more saliva. It was a big mess, but you didn’t find yourself being disgusted. Daniel was feeding into your deep, dark desire of wanting to be used like a toy. Finally, after it seemed like he was about to cum, he shoved you off his cock. 

“Alright, doll,” he breathed, struggling to remain composed, “enough playing around.” 

You felt your heart kick up a notch at the implications. If that was playing around - that rough face fucking you just endoured - what did getting serious entail?

Pulling you up, Daniel shoved his lips against yours. Almost immediately, he shoved his tongue down your throat. You whined at the feeling. Everything he was doing was making your head spin. You almost wanted him to stop, but the whirlwind you were caught up in was too much of a thrill to let go of. You had been the perfect little princess all your life and you wanted to take a ride on the wild side for once in your life. And god was Daniel wild. As if he could hear your thoughts, he grabbed you by the hips and settled them right in his lap. 

“Woah,” you muttered. You knew how big Danny was - he was just in your throat. But the realization just hit you that he was about to be inside of you. And if you had gotten a head rush before, you didn’t even know what to classify what just happened to you. Still gripping onto your hips, Daniel threw you down onto the mattress so that your chest was against it. 

“Get on all fours,” he demanded, smacking your ass so hard you were certain everyone downstairs could hear. You were also certain everyone downstairs could hear your yelp of pleasure. But, you followed his command, planting your palms and knees onto the sheets. 

Nothing happened. 

For a good twenty seconds, neither of you moved. You stayed in your place on the mattress, not moving. You didn’t want to get punished by Danny. However, your curiosity got the better of you when you heard the sound of a drawer opening. As you went to turn your head around, however, that’s when Daniel delivered another sharp smack to your ass. 

“No moving, princess,” he warned, his calloused hand smoothing over the smarting skin he just punished. His fingers inched towards the waistband of your underwear, slipping underneath the lacy material and pulling it up off your skin. Danny let go of the elastic snapping back into place with a quiet snap. At the feeling, you let out a shaky breath. Danny slipped his fingers into your waistband once again, but this time he tugged the material off your body using his free hand to pull your underwear off entirely, lifting up your knees one at a time. 

As soon as he was rid of your final piece of clothing, you felt both his hands come to rest on either one of your asscheeks. Soon to follow was his tongue; gasping sharply at the feeling. It was cold. But that wasn’t what made you gasp. It was his tongue piercing. For some reason, you either didn’t register he had one while you were kissing him, or you didn’t notice. But that wasn’t important. Daniel was clearly experienced, that’s what was important. He made sure to focus his attention on your clit, the ball of his piercing rubbing and swirling around it non-stop. You would’ve been embarrassed by the noises that came out of you if you weren’t so caught up in your pleasure. Your hands balled into fists in the sheets as you buried your head into the mattress, arching your back into him. His grip on your ass tightened, the pain adding just the right amount of intensity. 

“Daniel,” you cried after he sucked on your folds. It sent a shockwave throughout your body as you involuntarily rolled your eyes into the back of your head. At his name, Danny’s hands twitched. That was all you needed to know he was in the same boat you were: incredibly turned on. But he continued to relentlessly concentrate all his focus on that beautiful bundle of nerves. 

And there it was again: that glorious peak you saw moments ago. With each lap at your clit, you could feel yourself tumbling faster and faster towards the precipice - “Daniel, oh my god!” - and you were desperate to reach it. And it showed. Each breath you took resulted in a needy whine; chanting out Danny’s name like it was a prayer. And Danny showed no signs of stopping. Finally, you were going to know what it felt like. 

Until Danny cruelly ripped it away from you just like last time. You whined rather pathetically as you tumbled down from your high, turning your head slightly just in time to see the pleased smile on Daniel’s lips. However, you couldn’t deny how absolutely hot it was seeing him lick his lips while chuckling, his lips glinting in the light. You had never felt so wet before, a combination of your slick and his saliva dripping down your thigh. 

“You’re so mean,” you lamented, rubbing your thighs together for any friction you could manage. 

“Mmm, I love it when they talk dirty,” he moaned before righting himself on his knees. That’s when you felt the tip of his dick slide through your folds, a sigh releasing from deep within his chest. You didn’t have to wait long before you felt his tip resting at your entrance. You waited with baited breath for him to push all the way in, expecting him to shove it in all at once. You were surprised when he went slow, inching in and pausing at any sign of distress from you. 

“Alright, peaches, I’m all the way in,” he gasped, his left hand rubbing your back. You didn’t need him to tell you that to know. You could feel all of his cock inside of you, pulsating within your walls. 

Each tiny movement from him felt like too much, your vision whiting out as you panted heavily just to get used to the feeling of being filled to the brim. You could feel sweat already starting to accumulate on your skin. 

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight,” Daniel panted, seemingly out of breath just from your vice grip around his cock. You could feel his curls tickling your back as he bent over you, his hot breath ghosting across your skin. 

After you both caught your breath, Danny began to rock back and forth. Each thrust made you want to scream, his huge cock testing your limits with no mercy. His pace took a sharp increase after a minute or two. Soon, you were crying out in pleasure, screaming his name in the place of god’s. He was brutal, leaving no space for clemency as he drove into you with an organ pummeling velocity. 

When you reached a point where it was getting to be too much, Daniel stilled his hips. Sighing in relief, you were still left confused. Turning your head, that’s when you noticed a silver engraved tube in Daniel’s hand. You watched as he unscrewed the cap and dumped out whatever was inside on your back. It was hard to tell based on vision alone, but you felt him pour it out in a line before screwing the cap back on. It wasn’t until he bent over and you heard a snorting sound that you knew what just happened. 

Daniel had just done a line of coke off your back… while he was still inside you. A shiver traveled down your spine as the realization hit you. There was hardly any time for you to process that fully before Daniel went back to his brutal pace from earlier. You could feel your legs weakening and shaking, your mind slowly turning to mush. 

“Harder, daddy!” It was an accident. You hadn’t meant for it to slip out like that. However, Daniel seemed to like that. A lot. You felt his hips stutter at your use of the title, a growl slipping from his teeth. His hand gripped your ass so hard you knew you would find bruises there tomorrow. 

He didn’t say anything, however. Instead, he snaked his other hand up to your neck. With a vice grip, he yanked you upright by your throat so that your back was pressed fully against his front. He hadn’t slowed his hips at all. 

“Open,” he growled, the hand on your ass prying your mouth open. When you finally got the message, his fingers slipped out of your maw. They weren’t gone for long. Only a second later, you felt something else shoved between your teeth, recognising the material. It took you all of two seconds to understand that Daniel had stuffed your own panties into your mouth. As you tried to moan out at the realization, Daniel used the grip he had on your throat to shove your face back down into the mattress. This time, he came down there with you, keeping his lips next to your ear. 

“Such a fucking whore for me. You just met me and look where you are now, huh?” He thrusted particularly hard that time as if to punctuate his words. 

Even if you weren’t gagged, words wouldn’t have been able to leave your lips. Your brain had long since devolved into a singular thought: Daniel. So, naturally, that’s what you cried out. 

“God, you’re such a fucking good slut for me, kitten. I’ve never had pussy this good before,” he grunted. It was all getting to be too much once again. You could feel that rise in tension just below your stomach begin to build again. But unlike the other times, you didn’t let yourself show that you were getting close to that climax. You tried your best to remain quiet, biting down on your lip as you focused all you had on getting to that peak. 

Your silence gave you away. 

“Goddamn it! Let me cum, you fucking pig bastard!” you screamed in frustration. At least, you tried to. It actually came out in a bunch of muffled syllables that sounded nothing like any words in the English language. 

Daniel laughed boisterously at you. Laughing at you, not with you. “Awww, aren’t you precious?” 

With his right hand, he pressed onto your stomach. With more force than you deemed necessary, he forcefully flipped you onto your back. You grunted out petulantly, making it known you weren’t happy with what just happened. 

“You’re so cute when you’re mad, dollface.” 

You didn’t get to respond before he pushed back into you at the hilt. Whatever you wanted to say turned into a needy whine that you were not proud of. A wolfish grin made its way back onto Daniel’s lips. 

“What was that, darling?” 

Instead of dignifying that with a response, you just gave Daniel a look. 

“As much fun as it is seeing you all angry at me, I do miss you screaming my name.” With that, he fished your lacy panties out of your mouth, gagging as the material hit the back of your throat. 

“There. Isn’t that better?” he asked after balling the material up in his hand and setting it on the nightstand next to his phone. 

Instead of verbally responding, you simply nodded your head. 

“Someone learned their lesson finally,” he muttered under his breath. It was so quiet, you were positive that it wasn’t meant for your ears. 

Feeling bold - and more than a little frustrated with his treatment of you - you bucked your hips forward. You both groaned out at the feeling, Daniel sounding just a little surprised. Instantly, his hands flew to your hips, pinning them down on the sheets. 

“Don’t. Move.” 

There was a dangerous edge in his eyes that you hadn’t seen all night. It was one that struck true fear in your heart. Those eyes were ones that could take life away at any moment they wanted, ones that threatened the lives of his “family” with little to no remorse. You were once again reminded of the fact that you were letting the leader of the Saints of Los Angeles fuck you. 

Swallowing thickly, you nodded vigorously. 

Danny hardly dug his nails into your flesh briefly before he lifted his hands away from your hips. He soon busied himself with the silver tube from earlier, the cap unscrewing with a horrible squeal. He dumped the last of the powder onto the valley of skin between your tits, quickly screwing the cap back on before tossing the vial to the side. With his pinky finger, Danny arranged it into a line, tediously pushing it around and tickling your skin. When he was satisfied, Danny stuck his finger into his mouth in order to get rid of the excess powder on his appendage. The entire time he was making his line, you could feel his cock pulsating slowly inside your pussy. 

Popping his finger out of his mouth, Daniel leaned down and snorted once more. You arched your back against the feeling of his curls caressing your flesh, biting your lip at the sensation. You watched as Danny sighed out in ecstasy, a lazy, toothy grin slowly spreading across his lips as he tipped back, riding the high the cocaine gave him again. You noticed his eyes rolling back into his head as a bead of blood dribbled down from his nose.

Right as you were about to comment on the blood, Daniel began thrusting his hips again. Finally, that friction your pussy was craving was back, your head tipping back at the sensation. Just like before when he was riding the high from the cocaine, he set a brutal pace that you knew would make walking a chore the next day. But unlike before, there were so many guttural noises escaping Danny’s lips that he reminded you of a feral animal. 

At this point, your brain was starting to become so overwhelmed that you had to clamp your eyes shut to avoid sensory overload. Each snap of his lips produced a high-pitched whine from your throat, sounding pathetic to your own ears. Ashamed, you muffled the noises by taking your bottom lip between your teeth. You were biting down so hard that you were afraid of drawing blood.

Daniel didn’t take too kindly to this. 

With an especially deep growl, Daniel grabbed you by the throat, feeling all of his rings dig into your flesh. It wasn’t a gentle touch in any sense of the word. You knew that he had the strength to crush your windpipe in his grip and was just barely stopping himself from doing exactly that.

Your eyes flew open in surprise. His nose was inches away from yours, almost having to cross your eyes to focus on him. 

“Sing, darlin,” he growled. There was a predatory glint in his dark eyes, one that reminded you once more of exactly who you were dealing with. While you weren’t necessarily afraid for your life, you didn’t exactly want to press your luck. 

“Fuck yes, Daniel! Oh, fuck!” 

You didn’t think it was possible, but Daniel began pounding into you ever harder. You were beginning to fear your internal organs would liquify at this rate. However, that was merely a brief flash of a thought before your brain’s circuits were once again overloaded with sexual pleasure. 

While you were gasping out Danny’s name and seeing black spots start to make pockmarks in your vision, that’s when he spat directly onto your face. It was warm as it slowly dripped down your skin. It didn’t get the chance to cool before Daniel took his free hand and smeared it over your face before pushing his fingers back into your mouth. 

Blood. 

That’s what you tasted as he shoved his fingers down your throat so far it made you gag, chuckling darkly at your noise. That sharp metallic taste on the back of your tongue sent a surprising jolt of arousal straight to your core. You flicked your eyes away from the ceiling to Daniel’s face. Your suspicions were confirmed; his nosebleed had dripped all the way to his lips and was showing no signs of stopping. 

Not fully understanding your own actions and going on instinct alone, you threaded your fingers into Daniel’s curls and pulled him into your lips. You needed more of that rush, quickly becoming addicted to the thrills he was giving you. The kiss immediately turned sloppy and heavy, his hand relieving the slightest bit of pressure off your throat. 

Even as your circulation was returning to your brain, you felt you heard start to spin at the taste of his blood. That tension in your pussy was building again, a rubber band ready to snap. 

“Please,” you breathed out after pulling away enough. 

“Please what?” he hissed, a sly smile pulling at his lips. He knew exactly what you were asking but wanted to hear you beg. 

“Please daddy, please let me cum. I can’t take it much longer-” 

“Do it, princess. Make it a spectacle for me, you whore.” 

It was all you needed. Like the breaking of glass, you felt something in you shatter as you finally were able to feel that peak Danny had been dangling in front of you all night. The noise of pleasure that pushed its way from your chest was whiny and desperate. You felt your entire body turn into static as your vision whited out. 

You were vaguely aware of Daniel reaching for his phone, his flashlight turning on as he recorded a video of him pounding mercilessly into you. You felt a slight twitch in your core, understanding that She was into it but unable to give much after what just happened. 

“Fuck yeah, such a perfect slut for me.” Daniel’s tone was raspy as his hips began to stutter. A deep growl ripped from his throat before he went completely ridgid, feeling his cum spilling deep within you. 

His curls curtained in front of his face, the light from his phone pointed down at your body as his head was hung. You watched him pant for breath through your lashes, beads of sweat rolling down his body. 

After a moment, he pulled out of you. Both of you groaned at the unpleasantness of the feeling. Daniel pointed his camera down at your fluttering hole, feeling his cum drip out slowly. He stopped recording shortly after, the room going dark again with the absence of the flash. 

“I’m not paying fucking child support if you get knocked up.” 

That was the last thing Daniel spoke to you that night. However, it was far from the last time you would ever speak to him. 

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Free Love

Josh X Multiple Partners

WC: 2k+

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sex, Orgy, Pure Porn, This won't be for everyone.

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I am not at all insinuating that Josh participates in group sex with his fans. This is a fake, fictional story.

Josh POV

You lived and breathed free love. It radiated throughout every part of your life, the way you loved your family, your friends. The way you loved your precious time at home, watering your plants watching them grow to loving your body and the mindful practice of yoga every morning. You loved taking time to cook yourself intricate meals, full of care. You also loved being outside, one with nature, observing the grass and trees, birds and bees as you elevated your mind while smoking the devils lettuce. You loved the road, and the travel, and the fans. Oh, you loved the fans.

Admittedly you loved the ego boost, the way they reached out for you, mouths hung open practically drooling. Knowing that your whorish antics were making their cocks strain and their cunts drip, you loved it. You couldn't deny that the praise of thousands of beautiful people didn't affect you. Your fans knew it, your bandmates knew it, there was no hiding the way you strained in your jumpsuits. It was all for them.

Each city had willing participants, you asked your security to rally up each guest you had handpicked and gather them in your green room. Once you had a group waiting for you, you always heard excited chatters through the door. They were theorizing why they were there. Why did I want them? The answer was a simple one for you, you loved them. You were thankful and grateful for your fans and their unwavering love, you just wanted to love them back. Offering them a spot in your bed was the ultimate show of thanks.

Opening the door handle, the voices stopped and all eyes were on you,”Hello beautiful! I hope you had a great time this evening.”

You made sure to look around, giving eye contact to each person in the room. Smiling when they nodded.

“I have a proposition for all of you. You're very welcome to say no, although I hope you say yes. I think you all are so beautiful, so full of love, I could feel each of your energies out there. Calling for me. So, well, my question is, do you want me? You're invited to my hotel room, I want to love on you all.” You paused letting them make up their minds. Two of your guests decided that they didn't want to, and you respected that, giving them a hug goodbye before letting them leave with security. The remaining five were given an address and a hotel room number as you left to go get prepared for your evening.

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Keeping the lights off you lit a few candles and incense, before settling in on the large bed. Wiping your hands on your soft linen pants you gathered paraphernalia in front of you and began to roll a few joints for the evening. Not long after finishing up for the evening, a knock came from the hotel door. Climbing off the bed you hurried to the door, checking your hair in the mirror before opening it.

“Welcome! Welcome! Come in, take your shoes off, get comfortable!”, you said, extending your arm to show your guests into the room.

Walking back over to the bed after closing the door, you unbuttoned your matching linen shirt letting it fall from your shoulders to the floor. Climbing back into bed your eyes met five other pairs, in various states of hesitation.

“Come on over, get comfortable! Get as undressed as you feel comfortable. There's water bottles in the mini fridge. I want you all to feel comfortable, it's just sex, it's not a big deal.”

A man with medium length wavy hair, pulls his shirt off and makes his way to the bed.

“If at any point any of you decide this isn't what you want to do anymore, please let me know. You're welcome to leave whenever.”

You smile when the most petite woman in the group climbs onto your bed, sitting next to the other participant. Not a second later the rest follow, removing various items of clothing and completing the circle on your bed.

You giggle lightly, grabbing your lighter, flicking the flame on,” Usually we light up at these kinds of things,” You stick the joint in your mouth, puffing on it, getting it lit. Wrapping your lips around the paper you take a deep inhale. Tilting your head up you blow the pale grey smoke above your head, showing off the expanse of your neck. Passing it to the man to your right, he takes it in his fingers.

“Be careful if you don't smoke often, this shits strong.”

By the time it's made it's way around the circle your brain is starting to feel fuzzy, the brush of the woman's fingertips against yours makes you feel warm, euphoric. Remembering why they're here through your haze makes your cock start to stiffen. Once the joint has dwindled and has been ashed out, you set your sights on the gorgeous woman sitting across from you. The way her heavy tits sway with each breath she takes captivates your attention. She smiles at you, eyes lidded, and you crawl your way across the mattress.

“Hi sweet girl. You look so pretty.”

You watch her hazy eyes try to focus on yours,”Hi Josh. You look prettier.”

“Never,” you whisper leaning in a bit closer,”Can I kiss you?”

She leans in, connecting your mouths together. Eagerly she moans into your mouth, grabbing your hand and placing it on her bare breast. Your cock twitches, fully hardening in your pants as you feel her nipple pebble and harden into your palm. She disconnects your mouths, pushing your head to her chest.

“Need to feel you Josh, oh my God I've thought about this so many times.”

You flick your tongue in quick succession over her nipple, surely making her core clench. You lick and suck for a few minutes, before pulling off of her, eager to lavish on someone else. When you sit back up, some of your participants are interacting with each other, making one another comfortable and warmed up.

Your lip curls when you lock eyes with the first man who joined your bed, his green eyes piercing. He boldly crawls into your lap, kissing and licking your neck, rolling his covered cock into yours.

You're panting when he finally removes his lips from your skin and he asks,” Can I suck on your cock? I bet you taste so fuckin good.”

You shimmy back onto the pillows, and giggle when you realize that you have an audience. They all are eager to see what has been hiding behind your jumpsuits.

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband,you pull down, unveiling yourself to the group. Grasping yourself in your hand you give yourself a few tugs, staring into each person's eyes, all of them reading the same expression. They're turned on, and they like what they see.

The green eyed man settles between your legs, as the petite woman snuggles into your side. Her long nails tickling and teasing the skin of your stomach,“Are we being good for you Josh? Want to please you.”

You look down between your legs at the man with his face inches away from your penis. You smile when you notice he seems transfixed on the way you're leaking from your slit.

Looking back to the girl with her chin on your chest,” You're all doing a fantastic job. I like to call my participants my rhinestones. Each of you are so special, each of you are so unique and sparkle differently. It's why I find you all so beautiful.”

Your praises were cut off by a hot mouth enveloping your length, tongue swirling around your tip, savoring the taste of your arousal.

“Fuck, he tastes so good.”

That sentence affects you more than you would admit, he's talking to them about you like you're not even there.

Your breath stutters when another tongue joins the man's, licking and mouthing your cock. Soon enough all five of your rhinestones mouths and hands were on your body. Licking, sucking, scratching and caressing.

The woman from earlier comes into your view again, a soft smile on her face.

You bring your hand to cup her cheek,” Hi my precious rhinestone. How are you, feeling good?”

“I'm feeling really good Josh. But, I feel empty. Can I have you inside me?”

“Of course, honey.”

You caress the heads in your lap, gently pushing them off of you,” Gotta take turns.”

She swings her thigh over your hip, immediately grinding her soaked folds over your length. You smile at her when she sighs content in the feeling of your flesh against her.

She tilts her hips up, sinking down on your length. She can't help but moan when she sits fully in your lap.

“Holy shit Josh. You feel… oh you feel incredible.”

Panting, your eyes roll back when you register that you're buried inside her tight wet cunt. You can help it when your cock twitches as she clenches around you, soaking your lap.

Her hands squeeze your pecs and she smiles sweetly,” You know I can feel that. You're just making me clench harder.”

You swallow the moan threatening to escape,” You're soaked, so turned on. Pretty little rhinestone so wet and glistening… come on love, move your hips. Fuck me.”

Sighing as she starts bouncing in your lap, your mind spiraled as you could feel every ridge inside her as her cunt sucked your throbbing length deeper within her.

After a few minutes you feel her start to flutter around you, and you snake your fingers down to rub her clit.

“Gonna cum on me? Go ahead sweetheart, I wanna feel it.”

You look around at the rest of your rhinestones, some entangled with one another, some pleasuring themselves.

Another beautiful man slid in next to you, placing wet kisses to your neck, “Can I ride your thigh Josh? Please, I want it so bad!”

“Go ahead, love on me.”

You groan when you feel the weight of him settle in on your thigh, shifting his weight, humping his slick cock against your skin.

Your mouth falls agape when the two people riding you start making out whining as they fall apart. First you feel a gush of slick release around your cock as her high slams into her, then you feel his hot sticky release splatter on your skin.

They both slump forward coming down from their highs and you praise,” Such a good job, so so beautiful.”

As most of your group met their ends you eyed the woman who had mostly kept to herself. Hooking your finger in a come hither motion, you beckon her,” Come here honey.”

She crawled over to you, eyes locked on your slick twitchy cock. You cupped her cheek in your palm,” Are you having fun?”

She nodded, still somewhat shy.

“Do ya want to touch me?”

She giggles, trailing her hand up and down your chest, traveling lower and lower. Her dainty fingers wrap around your thick cock, and you pulse.

“Josh?”

You hmm in response as she pumps your length, that familiar burn in your stomach returning once again this evening.

“Can you fuck me?”

“Climb on honey.”

She halts her hand and you silence a groan,” No Josh, I want you to fuck me.”

You chuckle, telling her to lay down. Instantly she parts her legs for you, and you smirk at the wetness glistening within her folds. You grasp your cock in your hand, swiping it through her slit. You shudder, you're so hard and ready to cum. Lining up with her entrance you shudder when you sink into her. Eagerly you pump your hips, aching to finally reach your orgasm for the night. She clenches tight around you like a vice making your eyes roll back. Leaning back onto your knees you pull her hips into your lap, thrusting into her harder and faster, the knot in your stomach tightening. Finally your gaze finds her face and she's looking up at you with adoration, eyes blown out with pleasure.

She sighs, and you realize that she's gently climaxing around you.

“What a good girl… I'm getting close.”

Her eyes flutter open,” I want it in my mouth Josh.”

Lust courses through your veins at the sound of her voice, pushing you even closer.

Quickly you pull out for her, holding your pulsating cock steady in your hand for her to latch on to. Her hot waiting mouth attaches to your length, swallowing you down, when finally the band in your stomach snaps and you're cumming hard into her mouth. When she feels that you've stopped spurting she pulls away from you, opening her mouth and showing you your mess before dutifully swallowing.

Petting her hair you praise her for being so good for you. You both flop down on the mattress, melding with the other spent bodies on the bed. As you caught your breath, your body still buzzing from your high, the woman curled into your side caught your attention,asking a question.

“We're not the only ones you've done this with are we.”

“No, my pretty rhinestone, you're not.”

“Why do you do it?”

“Why? Why not? I want to show my love to people as freely as I love the earth and the air I breathe. I want to love fiercely and passionately, in every aspect of my life.”

She relaxed into your side, pleased with your answer,” You're a beautiful person Josh.”

Fin.

I Think I'd Like That

Danny Wagner X Fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: Unprotected sex, bondage, m-sub, f-dom, choking, begging, mommy kink, masturbation, oral (m-rec), dacryphilia if you squint,

(yes, there will probably be a part 2 to this)

You flashed a smile to the receptionist at the recording studio as you walked by. In hand you had lunch from your and Danny's favorite sandwich shop. As you approached the door you knew led to the room the guys usually used you could hear shouting. You made it a few more steps before the door swung open and Jake stormed past you. You turned, back against the wall to stay out of his way. Next came Josh who walked out of the door and walked the opposite way down the hall.

You cautiously stepped into the room, Sam was fidgeting with buttons on the recording booth, and Danny was in the actual recording area adjusting something on his drums.

"Hey," You said softly, "Special delivery"

His face softened immediately when he turned and saw you.

"Babe" He sighed as he turned and walked over to you, "I didn't know you were bringing me lunch today," he leaned down and kissed your forehead. You reached up and caressed his face as he did it, and you felt his whole body relax at your touch.

"Had a gut feeling you could use your favorite sandwich today, can't have my favorite drummer getting famished" You grinned. He just huffed a laugh as he led you back into the room Sam was still sitting in. There was a couch with a coffee table in front of it, he sunk into the couch and patted the spot next to him.

"What did you get me?" He asked as he opened the bag,

"Daniel," You smirked, "Is that even a question?"

That adorable, crooked smile made an appearance.

"My favorite" He said as he opened it, sighing again. He had a unknowing habit of sighing a lot when he was stressed. You were certain he wasn't even aware he did it.

"Long day?" you whispered, sitting cross legged and getting your sandwich unwrapped as well. He looked to you, then to the back of Sam's head, then back to you with a nod of his head and roll of his eyes. You knew that was the only answer you'd get here. You gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze, and then kissed his cheek.

You both finished your lunch, and were chatting on the couch. You were getting up to leave,

"You staying at my place tonight-" You were cut off with the commotion of the twins bickering as they walked back into the studio.

"Oh christ, Josh, You're being too picky!" Jake shouted,

"No, it needs to sound a certain way! It's not right yet!" Josh argued,

"I think both of you are wrong," Sam chimed in, just to stir the pot.

"I am not wrong! Jake is just being fucking lazy!" Josh snapped, motioning to Jake.

They continued arguing and you looked to Danny, who had his eyes closed as he rubbed his temples. He opened his eyes, forcing a smile.

"Would all 3 of you just shut it for five seconds" He said, voice commanding the room, a firm but calm tone. They all looked at him, defiant looks on their faces, but they obliged. Facing you again he took your hand and led you out to the hallway, "At this rate I don't know when I'll get home. Don't wait up too late, ok?" It made you heart swell that he called it home. You two didn't technically live together yet, but he spent most of his time there.

"Alright, try not to work too hard?" You said as you stood on your tip toes and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"No promises" He mumbled as he turned and walked back into the studio.

You walked out to your car, Danny weighing on your mind. He was so stressed, you knew he loved his brothers, but you also knew he got tired of playing mediator and babysitter sometimes. He'd never admit it, but you knew. You thought about ways you could cheer him up. You could cook him his favorite dinner, but chances are it would be cold by the time he got home. You could take him out on a date, but you knew most nights he was so tired he'd rather stay home.

You considered your options, trying to think of all his favorite things. You smiled to yourself as you heard him in your head saying, 'You're my favorite thing y/n'. Then as if a light flipped on in your head, you decided to get a new lingerie set to surprise him with. You started your car and headed for your favorite sex shop. This particular shop sold all the run of the mill stuff, but also had a lingerie section.

You walked past the toy section and to the back of the store where they kept the lingerie. You spotted your normal go to styles: lacy, feminine, sheer, 'girly' soft colors. These were your go to, and Danny never had any complaints. You didn't really see anything that stuck out to you as you browsed. The sales woman must have noticed,

"Let me go pull something from the back for you," She said as she passed by. You gave her an appreciative smile and looked at your phone as you waited. You heard her approaching again and looked up, "I don't know if this is your style, but I thought I'd try" She shrugged with a grin.

In her hands she held a hanger that had no real material. It was a body harness made of leather with silver details and rings. You took the hanger from her as you studied it. It was nothing you had worn before,

"How-do people just wear this by itself?" You asked the woman

"You can, or you can pair it with a matching set under for some more coverage if you want?" You nodded as she spoke,

"I think I'll hold on to it" You said hesitantly,

"Alright," She huffed a laugh, "Let me know if you need anything else"

As she walked away you inspected it over again. Thinking about how it reminded you of something a dominatrix would wear. You started to wonder if Danny would be into that...

You thought about how it might be something he'd like, being able to give up control for once. It was not somewhere you and him had ventured before. He was usually the dominant one in the bedroom, you weren't sure how he'd react if the roles reversed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about the possibilities. It excited you more than you anticipated. You decided this part was something you wanted to play...that was if Danny was also down. You looked around the store, eyes landing on a black lacy lingerie set. It was fairly simple, which was fine since you planned to wear the harness over it. You felt color rise in your cheeks as you realized the panties were crotchless. You grabbed it from the rack and started making your way to the front of the store.

You had a pep in your step but stopped in your tracks as something caught your eye. You let your eyes travel the wall that was full of hooks holding different styles of cuffs. 'Might as well really go for it right?' you thought. You picked up a few different ones, weighing the options, wanting to pick some that were secure but also had no risk of potentially hurting his hands or wrists. You ended up landing on a pair that was a thick cuff made of leather, and had a buckle type closure. They were pricey, but you knew it was worth it. You finished making you way to the checkout counter and placed all your items on it.

You got home and counted yourself lucky that you had a while before Danny got home. You felt like you wanted to be a little more informed on being more dominant, that and get more ideas. You spent the next few hours completely absorbed in 'research'. Most of the sources said that fully committing to the role was important. Many things that you read, written by women said that they had particular outfits they wore when being the dominant one. They'd pick outfits that made their confidence skyrocket. You looked over to the bag sitting next to you. You hoped it made you feel as confident you thought it would. You continued your scrolling, reading things about safe words, checking in, and things like that, things you already knew because Daniel did them for you.

You went about the rest of your day, little chores around the house. Trying to stay busy and occupy your time until Danny would be over. You heard your phone go off and looked at the screen to see a text from him,

My Love- Josh said we will be done in 30 minutes, so I'll be home in an hour. -Ok, I have a surprise for you when you get here. Do me a favor and keep your eyes closed when you get here? My Love- Should I be scared? lol I will try and remember to close my eyes. -Perfect, I love you, see you soon xoxo

You felt giddy as you hurried off to your bathroom to get ready. You decided to really go all out. You showered and did all of your pre-sex shower routine. When you got out you did a dark smokey eye, a deep red lip, and a slicked back high ponytail. You looked so different from your everyday self, which consisted of a light neutral shadow look and maybe a natural lip. You already felt more confident, like a different version of yourself.

You opened the shopping bag, pulling out your purchases. You put on the lingerie, and then struggled with the harness for a moment before getting it on. You mentally thanked the nice sales woman who had informed you it was in fact 2 pieces, one that was for your upper body, and one that was similar to a garter belt. She had shown you the basics of how to get it on. You adjusted all the buckles and got it where it was comfortable. You took a deep breath and then turned to look at yourself in the mirror.

You weren't sure who was staring back at you, but she was a bad bitch. You felt your confidence climb higher and higher the longer you admired your reflection. You couldn't wait to see Danny's reaction, although if things went how you planned, you'd have to wait a little longer.

You looked at the clock, he would be home soon. You took the cuffs and put them on the bed. You grabbed one of your silk scarves you'd tie in your hair sometimes. You turned on some music and waited by the door.

A few minutes later you heard keys outside the door. You grabbed the doorknob once he unlocked it.

"Are your eyes closed?" You asked playfully,

"Oh, right" He laughed, "Yes they are closed"

You felt your heart start to race. Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself, commit to it.

"Ok, keep them closed"

"Ok, let me in" He giggled again, jiggling the doorknob.

You let him into the apartment, immediately securing the blindfold on him.

"What are you up-" His words stopped as he reached out and touched your waist. His hands traveled over your bare skin, the corners of his mouth twitching up. His hands roamed further and came in contact with the leather. His smile turned into his lips slightly parting as his hands felt the material. "Is-is this new?"

"It is," You said, no hope in hiding the smirk in your voice.

"I don't know what you're up to, but I'm into it" He said, his voice already dropping into that lower register. The way it sounded when he was turned on. You walked him backwards to where he was pinned against the door.

"Are you?" You paused as you reached between the two of you, palming him through his jeans. He groaned, hands sliding around to your back and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. "I just thought maybe you'd like to not think for once. Have someone else telling you what to do" You pressed a kiss to his jaw, "How does that sound?"

You could feel him growing harder inside his jeans, his head now tipped back and resting against the door. His lips parted, his adams apple bobbing as he answered

"I think I'd like that" he said. He was already so breathy, rutting his hips into your hand. It was intoxicating, seeing how vulnerable he was already being for you. You tilted his face to yours, kissing him deeply. His hands caressed your face, his tongue pressing into your mouth. As he held your face you reached down, unbuttoning his pants and reaching your hand inside. You wrapped your hand around his length firmly. He moaned into your mouth as you freed him from his jeans and stroked him slowly,

"Yeah? You gonna be a good boy for me?" You whispered against his lips. You held your breath as you waited for his answer,

"Yes," His answer shuddered out of him, his cock twitching in your hand. You let his pants fall to the ground and took his shirt off for him as well. His curious hands were roaming your body,

"Oh, you liked that didn't you?" you teased as you kissed at his collar bones. "You like it when I call you a good boy?"

Even with the blindfold on you could see his cheeks blush as he nodded, "What do you want me to call you?"

"What do you want to call me?"

"I-" He started and then stopped himself, "Don't know"

That was a lie, but you'd let him wait till he was ready to disclose his choice.

"Well, thats ok" you replied, "You can think on it"

He nodded shyly, "I wanna see you,"

"You have to wait a little bit longer, patience baby" You took his hand and led him to the bedroom. You got in there and guided him to the bed, having him lay back on it. Crawling up his body you straddled his waist. His hands ran up and down your thighs, a little shaky. "Are you nervous?"

"Not in a bad way," He said through a small grin, "I trust you"

"Glad to hear it" You leaned forward and grabbed the handcuffs, the small length of chain between them rattling. Still blindfolded Danny turned his head towards the sound, "Whats your safeword?"

His attention turned back to you, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he rocked you against him, "You think I'll need it?"

"Safeword, Daniel." you said sternly,

"Drumstick" He huffed out in a laugh. You scooted up his body a bit, taking his hands above his head. As you secured them to the headboard he started to squirm slightly beneath you.

"So restless," You teased as you scooted back down to straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him, "You want this off?" You ran your finger over the blindfold.

"God yes," he nodded eagerly. You took it off and watched as he blinked, letting his eyes adjust. When they focused on you they went wide, mouth dropping open. He instinctively tried to touch you, pulling against the cuffs. "Fuck" He laughed, realizing his predicament.

"You like it?" your hands rubbed up and down his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples. He lifted his head as much as he could to take in the whole outfit, eyes fixing on the crotchless panties.

"You look so sexy, please let me touch you" he groaned

"I think I'll have my fun first" You climbed off of him, kneeling next to him on the bed. "You're just too pretty, all laid out and at my mercy" Goosebumps covered his skin as you danced your fingers down his side and to his thigh, "Maybe if you're good I'll take them off"

You started placing kisses on his stomach, gently brushing your fingers through his happy trail. "I'll be so good for you" He rasped, lifting his hips into the air, wanting desperately for you to touch his cock. You knew as desperate as he was for you to touch him, he was even more desperate to touch you. You decided that the latter would be what you preyed on.

"I know you will baby" You cooed, kisses getting closer and closer to his length. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to make it easy for you,"

You straddled his body once again, but now facing his feet. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as you took him into your hand, pumping him slowly. He was already so hard, telling you how much he was really enjoying this.

"You're so wet" He said softly, and you weren't sure if he was talking to himself or you. He was right, you could feel your slick against his stomach,

You looked over your shoulder, arching your back and pressing your hips back, your dripping core just out of his reach as he lifted his head to try and taste you. He let out a frustrated sigh as he let his head fall back against the pillow,

"Am I?" You reached your hand under yourself, running your fingers through your wetness, inches from his face. "Mmm I am, aren't I...." You let out a quiet moan as you slipped your fingers into yourself. Quiet curses passed Danny's lips. You couldn't see him but were more than confident he was watching intently as you worked your fingers in and out. You leaned forward, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. You knew you had small hands, but the fact that your fingertips didn't meet when you held him always made your clit throb.

You kitten licked the precum from his tip, and he bucked his hips into the air, or tried to.

"Please," He whined, his voice already sounding strained.

"Please what?" You licked up the side of his shaft, grinning to yourself as he shifted under you, "Use your words,"

You were determined to get him to unravel at your hand. You wanted him to be reduced to a mess. You wanted to hear him say the filthy things he wanted, wanted him to beg for them.

"Your mouth"

You licked a stripe up the other side of his shaft, "What about it?"

"It feels so good," he gasped as you swirled your tongue over his tip, the noise of the handcuffs rattling telling you he was tugging at them again, "Please" he whimpered. You thought it might be the prettiest sound you'd ever heard. You took him into your mouth, sinking down till he was nudging the back of your throat.

He let out a noise of relief, followed by a pained sound as you took your mouth off him with a pop. He writhed under you, the movement only shifting you around on your fingers and coaxing a moan from yourself.

"Fuck, mommy please, please suck my cock" He rushed out. Suddenly his body stilled. You registered pretty quickly that he had no idea that the name had sent a second wave of wetness to your heat, and that he was probably nervous you didn't like it, "I-"

"Shh, calm down baby, mommy is going to take care of you" You soothed, feeling his body go into motion again, the smallest of sighs telling you your reassurance had worked. You gave in, taking him into your mouth, bobbing your head as your continued to work yourself with your fingers. Using your hand to stroke in rhythm with your mouth you pulled the prettiest noises from the man underneath you.

You were bringing yourself closer to the edge with each rock of your hips and curl of your fingers, moaning around him as you bobbed your head.

"I can see you clenching around your fingers, you need more" He choked out, clearly trying to hold off his own end. The way he was twitching and throbbing against your tongue telling you he had been close, "Use me, I'm so hard for you, cum on my cock"

You removed your mouth from him, and your fingers from yourself. You carefully maneuvered to straddle his crotch, facing his head. You held your fingers up, spreading them apart, your arousal a thin shimmering web between them. His eyes fixed on them, you showed him mercy and offered them to his mouth. He welcomed them without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the taste of you.

"That sounds a little self-serving, don't you think Daniel?" You said in a condescending tone. His eyes flashed to you, desperation flickering in them as he shook his head, mouth still wrapped around your fingers. "No?" you asked, tilting your head

"No," He mumbled around your digits, not ready to give them up. "I won't even cum, just want you to cum, want to be good for you"

A pleased hum was your response as you laid his hard dick against his belly. It was still slick with your spit as you used your free hand to spread yourself and lowered down to the underside his shaft. You began rolling your hips, rubbing your clit up and down his length.

"Wha-what are you doing?" He murmured

"Gonna make myself cum on your cock baby, just like you asked" Your cheshire cat grin had him quickly realizing his mistake.

"Thats not-" he started, eyes going wide as your hand went from his mouth to harshly grabbing his jaw, squeezing to where his lips were pursed.

"Hush." you commanded, leaning forward to where your noses were almost touching, "You want to be a good boy? Then you sit there and take it while I use your cock how I please." a tiny pathetic noise came out of him, and in a moment of weakness you licked into his mouth, releasing his jaw as he kissed you hungrily. You braced yourself with one hand on the headboard and one on his chest as you grinded against him. The way his tongue danced with yours, and the sounds rumbling from his chest had you spiraling,

Breaking for air you let your forehead fall to his, a moan shaking out of you as your orgasm approached rapidly,

"Keep going, soak me" He rasped against your lips, his voice breaking, "It's yours, my cock is yours mommy"

As soon as those words graced your ears your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train. You worked yourself through it, legs shaking as you let it take over you. Danny took your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it with a growl as he felt the warmth trickling down his sides.

Catching your breath you sat up, still slowly rolling your hips over him.

“I know I said I wouldn’t cum, but I need it” his words catching in his throat as you focused your movements to his tip, “I- shit-it’s too much, please fuck me”

“I’m not convinced you want it bad enough yet” you raked your fingers through his sweaty curls,

“I don’t want it, I fucking need it” he pleaded, “Need you, need that warm and wet cunt wrapped around me, I need it-fuck I need it” he sounds as if he’d break down into tears if you denied him, he continued to beg, almost incoherently, only stopping when you abruptly sank down onto his length,

A whimpering cry came out of him as you wasted no time, immediately bouncing on his cock, balancing your hands on his chest,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He sobbed out as he thrashed his head against the pillow. There were no tears, but he was definitely a wreck.

Your hand went to his neck and his thrashing stopped with a gasp. You quickly removed your hand, worried you had made him uncomfortable,

"Do it again," He spoke through ragged breaths, "I liked it, put it back, tighter"

You hesitantly put your hand around his throat, riding him faster. His face was flushed, his bottom lip pink and swollen from him biting it over and over.

"Tighter, please mo-" his words cut off, eyes rolling back as you tightened your grip,

"Thats it, so, so, good for me" You praise, "Now cum for me, fill me up baby"

He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as he fell apart. You could've cum again just watching him. The way his lower stomach quivered, the way the muscles in his neck tensed as he clenched his jaw, the small grunts that worked their way out of him and filled the room.

You rode him through it, slowing down when you knew he was coming down. When you felt his cock stop twitching you gently lifted off his length. staying in your spot straddling his hips you leaned down, loosing your grip on his neck and peppering his jaw with kisses as he caught his breath. The rise and fall of his chest slowed,

"Holy-" He said with a small laugh,

"Yeah?" You sat up a little, nudging his nose with yours

"Yeah" He replied as his lips turned up into a smile,

"Choking kink huh?" You teased as you sat up, eyeing him with a quirked brow. He blushed,

"Mommy kink huh?" He jested back, causing you to blush along with him.

"Thats both of us I think" you said, raking your fingers down his sides and causing him to squirm

"Alright, alright" He bubbled with laughter, nearly knocking you off of him as he moved, "You've had your fun, let me go"

You showed him mercy and stopped tickling him, but decided to fuck with him just a little more. You raised off of him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and climbing off the bed. He watched you, a confused look taking over his features. You struggled to hide your smile as you made your way to the door,

"Y/n" He said, lifting his head, "What are you doing,"

"I think I'm gonna leave you there a little longer," You shrugged, losing your composure and grinning as he playfully furrowed his brows and smirked at you

"Y/n....come take these off or you'll regret it" He warned with a smile,

"Hmmm.." You pretended to consider, "Nope."

You turned on your heels and started to leave the room. You stopped in your tracks when you heard a loud pop. You quickly looked back into the room. Danny was sitting up in the bed, looking at the leather cuffs that now both had broken links of chain.

"Did you-" You started,

That wicked smile you loved formed on his face as he sprang into motion, making a beeline for you,

A shriek of laughter thrilled out of you as you turned and took off running down the hallway. It wasn't long before you felt him wrap his strong arms around you, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck as he laughed.

"Those were expensive!" You said as he held you

"I'll pay you back" He mumbled as he nipped at your neck, "In more ways than one" He added, scooping you up and carrying you back to the bedroom.

Birdie

Golfer!Danny x Reader 18+ (afab anatomy) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Danny comes home to a homemade lunch after a morning on the course and shows you just how much he appreciates you.

gender neutral terms, vagina haver, multiple orgasms, soft dom danny, soft smut, very light daddy kink (it's mentioned once), aftercare

A/n: gc asked for soft smut so here we go 🤭

you had just finished prepping lunch when you heard the door slam. "in here babe!" you called from the kitchen, wiping your hands on your shirt and moving from the counter to greet your boyfriend.

"hey my love," he said, smiling at you, leaning forwards to plant a sweet kiss on your lips, resting a hand on your waist. He peered over your shoulder to see the lunch spread you had put on the kitchen table. "babe, you made me lunch?" he asked sweetly, grip tightening around you. "i wanted to do something special! you've been working so hard and," he cut you off with a kiss. "you're just the sweetest. how did i get so lucky?" he cupped your jaw and pulled you in deeper, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. you pulled away, panting slightly, as he moved down your neck. "f-fuck danny, the lunch..." you gasped, reveling in the way his tongue worked at your skin.

"it'll still be there when we're done. besides there's something more delicious right in front of me." he whispered, returning to your lips as he slowly walked you backwards until your back hit the counter. his hands migrated towards your chest, toying with your shirt before slipping it off, exposing your skin. he placed soft kisses down your chest, teeth dragging ever so slightly. you moaned again, mouth dropping open, eyes slipping shut. "you gonna be good for me baby?" he asked, hands reaching down to unbutton his pants. you followed his lead and sank down to your knees, "you're always good for me huh? such a sweet baby," he trailed as you looked up at him through your eye lashes.

you placed your hands on his hips, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his hardening cock through his underwear, watching the precum leak through the fabric. "fuck, baby," he groaned, hand threading into your hair, keeping that nice firm grip that makes you go weak in the knees. you pressed more open mouth kisses, trailing down to his bare thighs, marking them along the way, before finally pulling his boxers down.

you giggled as his hard cock smacked against his stomach, letting his beautiful sounds wash over you. "so good for me baby," he whispered, taking in the view. ever so slowly, you placed a hand around him, lightly grazing the skin, before placing a kiss against the tip, slowly slipping it past your lips. as you sank further down, taking him into your throat, you let out a low hum, relaxing your throat as he thrusted gently into your warm mouth. you never knew giving someone else head could feel so good, but the way his hands felt in your hair went straight to your heat. "so beautiful," you heard him say from above you, as he rocked slowly into your mouth. you felt his hips stutter, a tell tale sign he was about to cum, so you tightened your grip on his hips, pulling him deeper to the hilt, until your nose was pressed against his pelvis, buried in the dark hair that surrounds him. "shit," he hissed as you hummed, hollowing your cheeks around him.

you swirled your tongue, curling it around what you could reach, peering up at him, watching the way his chest flexed, head tipped back. "so good baby," he grunted as you pulled off with a pop. you could tell he was seconds away as you kitten licked the tip. you watched the way his abs tightened, hand cradling his balls, before sinking back down, hollowing your cheeks, loving the feeling of him in your mouth before he's cumming down your throat. you take him to the hilt once more, swallowing around him as he cums. "fuck, fuck i love it when you do that," he chants, keeping you pressed against his skin as he rides out his high.

he sighs, releasing his grip, and you sit back on your heels, "was that okay?" you asked, voice hoarse from the abuse your throat just took. he scoffed at you, "more than okay," he assured, helping you off your knees. "now let's take care of you, darling," he said, pushing your sweat pants down so you could kick them off. "gorgeous," he murmured, taking in the view of your body, "fuck. i am lucky," he says, mainly to himself, before reaching out to touch you. you gasped at the feeling of his hands on you, something you may never get used to.

he patted the counter, signaling for you to hop up there, gripping your waist as you do so, helping you the rest of the way up, before laying you down, and spreading your legs. he leans forward, taking no time to get his mouth on you, sucking a hickey onto your thigh, moving to your hip, leaving light teeth marks as he nips at your skin in such as way that makes your heart stutter. "danny, please," you manage to whimper out, he looks up at you with dark eyes, "please what, darling? use your words, i know you can," he growled. you bit your lip to hold back a moan. "don't hold back love, i want to hear all your noises. so sweet, could make a playlist out of 'em," he teased, you could feel his breath puff against your skin. "need your mouth," you pleaded, eyes slipping shut. "good job, baby. i knew you could do it, so good for me always," he praised before finally tipping down and swiping a tongue across your clit. you couldn't help the surprised moan that escaped your lips. you keened high and airy as he moved lower, slipping his tongue into your hole, nose bumping lightly into your clit, giving you just enough sensation to make it a little unbearable. "fuck, fuck, fuck," you chanted, effectively egging him on.

he slipped a few fingers into you, curling up as he pressed them inside, tongue still sliding between your folds, swirling around your clit. "feel good, baby?" he asked, fingers still working inside you. "uh huh," you whimpered, clenching around him, trying to get that amazing friction. "please," you begged, hips wiggling, working towards your high. "please, what?" he asked, almost teasingly, you groaned, "fuck, please make me cum danny, i need it, fuck, fuck!" you grunted, feeling the way his tongue latched onto your clit, fingers thrusting roughly, other hand splayed across your stomach.

"danny, shit, i'm close," you warned, soft moans slipping out in rythym with his fingers thrusting inside of you. he replaced his fingers with his tongue once more, fingers circling around your clit, "cmon baby, cum for me," he whispered, at that was it. your orgasm hit you like a punch to the gut, you let out a loud moan as your orgasm tore through you. "fuck! daddy!" you cried as he kept his mouth on you as you rode out your high. he slowed his movements as you came down, both of your chests heaving from the effort.

you sat up a little to look at him, laughing a little breathlessly. you flicked your eyes over to the lunch that had been abandoned on the table, before he grabbed your chin, turning your head back to him. "ah ah, i'm not done with you yet," he said, pulling your hips closer to the edge of the counter. he shifted just a little before slipping his length into you. "fuck," you gasped out, not expecting it to be that quick. you sat up a little more, pressing yourself to his chest, legs hooking around his back, pulling him deeper.

you reveled in the way you stretched over his length, moans falling freely from your lips as his mouth returned to your neck.

"not gonna last long this time baby," he grunted out, whimpering each time he thrusted into you, "me either," you said, stomach already tightening once more as you came close to your second high. he hurried his thrusts, slamming into you roughly in just the right way. you tightened your legs around him as he quickened his rhythm, "shit baby, gonna cum," he whispered moving to pull out, but your legs kept him from moving "want it in me, please," you gasped, one of your hands moving to circle around your clit. "shit," he gasped out, thrusting sharply a few time before spilling into you. the feeling of his cum filling you up was the final thing you needed to reach your second orgasm of the night, crying out as you came on his length, legs finally dropping from around him, feeling the wetness from both of you dripping down your thighs.

you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heart beat as you both came down from your orgasms. you felt a little empty as he slipped out of you, laughing a little at the way his eyes widened at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. "shit, we gotta do that again," he said breathlessly, before breaking out into laughter. you couldn't help but join him, "i guess i should make you lunch more often," you giggled, leaning forward to press another kiss to his lips.

"that was fun," you sighed as you hopped down from your position on the counter, you looked around at the mess before you, both from cooking lunch, and the meal danny just had. "i've gotta clean this up now," you breathed, looking back towards danny, a gentle smile on your face.

he shook his head, "nah, baby. i'm gonna run you a bath, and while you're soaking and relaxing, i'm going to clean the kitchen. you work just as hard as me," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "i'm so lucky," you sighed, repeating his words from earlier, giggling as he nodded in agreement. he pulled you towards the bathroom, pulling you in front of him so he could smack your bare ass once more. you shook your head at him, watching as he bounced around the bathroom, filling the bathtub for your soak.

as you stepped in to the warm water, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, "when you're done we'll eat the beautiful lunch you made, okay? see you down stairs," he smiled warmly, before leaving you to your bath.

it couldn't get much better than this.

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four weddings and a funeral — part one

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Series Summary: You and Danny haven't spoken in years. When the two of you stumble upon a week of weddings, funerals, and the hotel rooms in between, will fate rekindle your friendship or put the old flames out altogether?

Chapter Summary: The last place you ever expected to see him again was a funeral.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader | Genres: friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, mutual pining | Word Count: 3.6k | Chapter Warnings: smoking, drinking, funerals

A/N: Danny's cabin fic! The real one! I'm hoping this one goes better than Wild and Blue - I'm sorry again for abandoning it, but I hope this one makes up for it. Also, this fic has nothing to do with the movie of the same title; I haven't seen it, and I just liked the idea of social events pushing a couple together. I hope you like it, my loves! ♡

Of all the places to be without a lighter, you decided this was one of the worst.

You fished around in your little crossbody bag, already knowing you didn’t have one but hoping you’d get lucky. The American Spirit between your lips was stained with the most neutral lipstick you could find; you figured there was no use looking glamorous for a funeral, and you’d gone for an understated look when dressing in your plain black cocktail dress earlier.

You gave a frustrated huff. You hated funerals, and you’d only gone to this one because your mom hadn’t wanted to make the drive alone. The visitation service was for the relative of a friend of hers from years ago; you didn’t even know her name. You’d made sure your mom was settled talking about the good old times with a few of her friends before you’d stepped out to get a little nicotine in your system.

But, no lighter, no luck. You abandoned your search, leaning on the railing of the gazebo that stood on a hill out behind the funeral home.

You hadn’t been standing there two seconds before cigarette smoke wafted past you, and you frowned in confusion. Looking down, you saw someone standing at the foot of the gazebo, leaning back against the post. He held a lit cigarette in his hand.

“Hey!” you called.

He tilted his head back and looked up at you from under a mop of curly brown hair. 

“Hey yourself.”

“Can I borrow your lighter?” you asked. You came down the stairs and around to the side where he stood without waiting for an answer, and he held his lighter out for you without protest.

“Thank you,” you said, returning it to him and taking a drag. You felt a brief sensation of butterflies when your hand brushed his; he was young, about your age, and almost too pretty to be somewhere so ordinary.

“You’re a lifesaver,” you said.

He chuckled. “No problem.” He took a long drag and exhaled through his nose. “Needed a break from all the fun inside, huh?”

You gave a wry smile. “Yeah, I guess. I’m not a huge fan of funerals.”

He raised a brow. “No? That’s strange. Most people love them.”

“Okay,” you conceded, and you couldn’t help but smile when he gave a soft laugh. There was something oddly familiar about him, though you didn’t have the faintest idea where you could have seen him before.

“Were you close with... uh, the deceased?” you asked. You felt bad that you couldn’t remember her name and felt heat rise to your face. “My mom was friends with the family years ago, so I’m kinda just here for moral support.”

He brushed a wayward curl back from his face. 

“Her name was Janet Baker,” he said. “She was a really old lady who lived a good, long life, so it’s not so terrible to see her go. She was ready.”

“Did you know her well?” you asked.

He shrugged. “She was a friend of my grandparents’. My mom spent a lot of time with her. I didn’t really know her, I guess, but it’s nice to see how many people loved her.”

You hummed in agreement. “That is nice.” You finished your cigarette and looked around for a place to throw it out. Your mystery friend held out his hand.

“There’s an ashtray up by the back door,” he said. “I’ll take yours when I take mine.”

“Oh,” you said, putting it in the palm of his hand. “Thank you.”

You looked up at him. “I didn’t even introduce myself before I accosted you for a lighter,” you said with a nervous smile. “I’m — ”

“I know who you are, sunshine.”

You blinked. You couldn’t remember the last time somebody had called you that. It had been over a decade, certainly, and in fact the only person who ever had called you that was a skinny thirteen year old boy who lived down the street from you when you were in eighth grade.

“Danny?” you asked, incredulous.

He grinned, flashing that millionaire smile he’d had even when you were kids. “Yep.”

You stepped back and shamelessly looked him over head to toe, all six-and-some-odd feet of him. He spread his arms and did a twirl for you.

“Not too bad, huh?” he asked.

You almost didn’t know what to say. You’d always figured he’d be a good looking boy, but seeing him now — he’d grown into that lankiness, all broad and strong and lean. His curls were bouncy and healthy, streaked with blonde highlights; his features were dark, defined, and beautiful.

“Uh, no,” you said stupidly. “You look... great.”

His smile was a little crooked. “You’re not too bad yourself, sunshine.”

You were surprised at the flood of butterflies you felt. You’d had a crush on him all those years ago, and it seemed that it had grown up with you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you,” you said. Granted, it was kind of bizarre to run into him again after all these years, especially at a funeral.

He shrugged. “That’s okay. I’ve actually been trying to look as different from middle-school me as possible, so I’m glad it’s working.”

You laughed. “I can understand that.”

He shook his head. “No way. You were always going to be beautiful, sunshine. Even back then.”

You blushed vividly, a surprised and nervous giggle escaping you. “Oh, well, I don’t know about that. But thank you.”

His smile was too genuine and warm for him to be teasing you, and you allowed yourself to enjoy his compliment. You couldn’t let yourself get too far down the rabbit hole, though; you were in a place in your life where you’d be likely to take any attention that was offered, even if it wasn’t in your best interest.

You smoothed your hands over your skirt and tried to think of something intelligent to say. You’d almost settled on something when you felt a drop of rain on your shoulder; you looked up towards the darkening sky and felt a few more drops on your face.

“It’s raining,” you said.

You looked back at Danny to see him watching you with a gentle, decidedly interested gaze.

“Do you want to go back inside?” he asked.

You were a little lost in his pretty hazel eyes. Had they always been that dreamy?

“No,” you said. “I...”

All of a sudden, the heavens opened; rain came fast and heavy, and you would have been drenched if Danny hadn’t grabbed your hand and ran with you around the side of the gazebo and up the stairs. You stopped, a little breathless and damp, under the shelter of the roof while rain poured down around you.

You brushed your wet hair from your face. “It sure is a gullywasher, huh?”

He laughed, and the sound was sweet and musical. “A what?”

You smiled. “A gullywasher,” you said. “A heavy rain that usually doesn’t last that long.”

“I’ve never heard that before,” he said, amused. “But I’m filing it away for future use.”

“I’m pleased to be of service,” you said. The two of you made your way to a bench on the opposite side of the gazebo. “I teach vocabulary for a living, though, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to charge you for that information.”

He raised a brow. “Is that so?” He angled himself towards you on the bench. “And just how much does that word cost, sunshine?”

You smirked. “Give me a swig of whatever’s in that flask you’re hiding, and we’ll call it even.”

“Me, hiding alcohol at a funeral?” he said, aghast. He pulled the flask you’d noticed earlier out of his inside jacket pocket as he spoke. “Do you always assume the worst about people, or am I just special?”

“Whichever one makes you feel better,” you said, taking a drink when he offered it to you. The oaky sweet taste of bourbon spread a pleasant warmth through you that warded off the chill of the rain.

“So, you said you teach vocabulary for a living,” he said, taking the flask when you handed it back and having a drink of his own. “Does that mean you’re a teacher? Or some kind of weird freelance vocabulary tutor?”

You smiled. “I’m a teacher. Elementary school.”

“That’s great,” he said sincerely. “I bet your students love you. How long have you been teaching?”

The two of you talked for a long while as the rain continued unabated, passing the flask back and forth occasionally. He was eager to hear about your life since you’d parted on the cusp of high school, and you found him a more attentive and interested listener than most of the guys you’d ever tried to tell your life story to.

“Enough about me, though,” you said, when you couldn’t think of one more interesting thing to say about your job or your tiny apartment or your failed and infrequent attempts at dating. “I want to know what you’ve been up to, Danny.”

He looked a little bashful, then, and it endeared him to you.

“Well, you remember how I was always messing around with my garage band?” he asked.

You smiled. “Yeah. The neighbors loved you guys, turning your speakers up as loud as possible when you were playing.” You’d always liked the rock n’ roll they played, but you’d never been brave enough to ask if you could sit and watch them practice.

“Your bandmates were brothers, weren’t they?” you asked. “What was their last name again?”

“Kiszka,” he said. “The twins, Josh and Jake, and their brother Sam who’s my age.”

“Oh, right,” you said, remembering well the matched trio that had taken up all of Danny’s time that wasn’t spent with you. “Are you still in touch with them?”

“I am,” he said. “We actually play professionally now.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” you said, sincere and polite, figuring playing professionally meant they had a semi-regular gig somewhere local.

His smile was knowing. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“Sure I do,” you protested. You shivered a little as a cool breeze started to cut through the rain.

“We’re bigger than you think we are,” he said, but he didn’t sound like he was trying to stroke his ego so much as he was trying to convince you of the fact. He shrugged his suit jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. 

“What band would you guess we’re kind of in the same popularity bracket as?” he asked.

You were a little embarrassed at being caught out with what he thought was fake enthusiasm, not wanting to hurt his feelings but still unsure he could be as famous as he claimed to be. Wouldn’t you have known if your childhood friend had made it big?

“I don’t know,” you hedged. You burrowed into his jacket, his warmth and the smell of his cologne a heady mix. “I don’t really listen to the stuff on the radio these days.”

“But you know popular songs,” he pressed. “You don’t live under a rock.”

You shrugged. “I guess.”

“Can I play you one of our songs?” he asked. “Just to see if you’ve ever heard of us?”

You smiled. “Go for it.” You were curious to see if you had ever heard it, but you still held your doubts. His band might have been big in the indie scene or something you had no knowledge of, but that wouldn’t do you much good.

He pulled out his phone, hiding the screen from you so you couldn’t see what he was searching. After a moment, the first few notes of a guitar lick started to play, and you recognized it immediately.

“Ha ha, very funny,” you said, giving him a dry smile. “Now show me your song.”

“This is my song,” he said, looking for all the world to be absolutely serious.

“That’s not your song,” you scoffed. “That’s Greta Van Fleet.” You decided to tease him if he was so intent on teasing you. “And if you don’t show me your song, I’ll just assume you were making the whole thing up to impress me.”

He only laughed. “I hope it did impress you, but I’m not making it up. This is my song. I’m the drummer for Greta Van Fleet.”

You have him a fondly exasperated look, over the joke by now. “Sure. And I’m the lead singer.”

Danny grinned. “That’d be something, wouldn’t it?” He gestured to your bag. “Humor me. Get out your phone and look it up.”

You gave a dramatic sigh and pulled your phone out, googling “Greta Van Fleet members”. The page took a moment to load.

“So?” he asked.

“It’s loading,” you told him.

When the page finally popped up, you had to read it more than once to believe what you saw. There it was, in black and white: Daniel Wagner, dum kit.

“You’re not...” You looked up at Danny. “You’re — you’re really the drummer for fucking... Greta Van Fleet?”

“Minus the ‘fucking’ part,” he said. “We tried to pitch it to the label, but they shot us down.”

You could only laugh. 

“How can you — Danny, how the hell can you be so nonchalant about this? You’re, like, famous famous.”

He chuckled. “I told you. Do you like our music?”

“Yeah,” you said sincerely. “I mean, I’m obviously not a mega fangirl for them, uh, for you, if I didn’t even know your names, but...” You grinned up at him, too charmed by his down-to-earth warmth to feel very starstruck. “I think your music’s some of the coolest stuff to come out since they invented classic rock.”

He smiled. “Thank you, sunshine. That’s sweet of you to say. I’m glad you like it.”

You shivered again, and he reached over and buttoned his jacket around you.

“I’m sorry I don’t have anything else to give you,” he said. “We can go in if you’re too cold.”

“No,” you said, a little too quickly. You blushed. “I mean... I like sitting out here with you.”

He gave a soft laugh. “I like sitting out here with you, too.” He lit another cigarette, leaning his arm on the railing. “So, sunshine, I gotta know... what’s your favorite Greta song?”

“Hm... I’ll have to think about that one,” you said with a teasing smile. “I really like that one everybody says is a Zeppelin rip-off.”

He rolled his eyes with a long-suffering smile. “Which one?”

You laughed. “I think it’s called ‘Flower Power’. It’s very romantic.”

“I wrote the guitar solo for that one, actually.”

Your smile was delighted and surprised. “Did you really? I thought you said you played the drums.”

“I do,” he agreed. “But I know enough about guitar to write some stuff here and there.” He shook his head. “Jake’s an incredible guitarist. He took what I wrote and made it fantastic when we recorded the song.”

You liked the way affection and admiration softened his features. “What do the others play?”

“Sam plays bass and keys,” he said. “He plays piano like nobody I’ve ever seen. Josh — ” He laughed, like he’d remembered an inside joke. “Josh likes to say he plays the vocals.”

You smiled. “So he’s the Robert Plant devotee.”

Danny chuckled. “You should hear his vocals now. It’s really amazing to hear his growth as a vocalist.” He angled his exhale of smoke away from you. “We did mimic a lot of Zeppelin’s style on our first album, and I wouldn’t change it, but I think we’re starting to come into our own sound. It’s exciting to be experimenting with different stuff and figuring out what we like. Our last album went a different direction to what we’d been doing before, that classic rock kind of thing, and I think it turned out really cool.”

“Sure,” you said, a little dreamy. There was something so alluring about the sound of his voice, the interest in his expression when he spoke. You felt that he could be reading a phone book and you’d be invested in it.

“You’re very polite to listen to me go on and on about it,” he said, sincerity and warmth in his tone. “I must be boring you to tears.”

“Not at all,” you said, shaking yourself out of your dreaminess. You felt your cheeks warm. “I’m sorry. I’m just... still reeling from the fact that we bumped into each other after so long, and that you turned into a rock star since I last saw you.” That was partially true, anyway. You wouldn’t spill that you’d been daydreaming about what it would feel like to kiss him for longer than was strictly appropriate.

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Maybe it’s fate that we met again,” he said. “What do you think?”

You didn’t say that it would be just the kind of cruel trick fate would play on you to bring you back the guy you’d always crushed on and have him turn out to be a rock n’ roll god that women threw themselves at in every city.

“Maybe it is,” you said with a smile.

“We should keep in touch after this, so we can stay up to date on major life changes.”

You breathed a laugh. “Yeah. I’ll give you a call when I play Madison Square Garden.”

Danny put out his cigarette and looked out towards the funeral home where people were starting to gather out on the porch. The rain was beginning to taper off; ladies in their shiny black shoes were starting to brave the wet grass to get to their cars.

“Looks like people are starting to leave,” he said, a hint of regret in his voice. He looked back to you. “I was serious about getting your number, if you’d like to share it with me. I’ve had a great time catching up with you.”

“Me too,” you said. You put your number in his phone when he handed it to you, and your fingers brushed again when you handed his phone back.

You stood, and you had the strangest feeling of something slipping through your fingers.

“Hey, Danny,” you said, hesitant. He watched your face with patience and interest and waited for you to continue.

“I don’t know how long you’re in town,” you said, nervously fidgeting with a pull in the skirt of your dress. “You probably have somewhere to jet off to, thousands of adoring fans to see...”

He gave a soft laugh, and it gave you a little spark of bravery as you looked up and met his eyes.

“Do you want to get coffee or something this week?” you asked. “I’m off on spring break, and... well, I don’t know. It might be nice. Maybe.”

He smiled, but there was something less than happy in it that made your spirits sink.

“I’d love to,” he said, and you almost thought he meant it. “But I do have kind of a busy week — I'm trying to cram as much into this break as possible, you know?”

You nodded. “Right, of course,” you said quickly, trying not to let it show how much you’d really, really wanted him to say yes or of course or let me move around my entire rock-god schedule just to have coffee with you. Something along those lines.

He fidgeted a little, like he was upset he’d hurt your feelings. 

“Let me take a look, okay?” he said, and you hated the thought that he was saying it out of pity instead of any real desire to see you again. “I’ll text you.”

You smiled, but it was a little strained. “Sure.” Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course the drummer for Greta Van Fleet wasn’t going to get coffee with you. 

“Can I walk you back inside?” he asked.

“Um...” You saw your mom among the people on the porch. She waved at you, and you waved back.

“I should probably just go meet her by the car,” you said to Danny, feeling shy around him for the first time. Shooting your shot and getting let down gently would do that to you. “Thank you, though.”

“Of course,” he said. He walked with you as far as the gazebo steps. “Thanks for talking to me, sunshine. I’m glad you didn’t have a lighter.”

You couldn’t help a soft laugh. “Me too.”

You didn’t look back as you made your way over to the porch, and your mom was excited to see you when you came up to her.

“I see you found Danny,” she said, a beaming smile on her face. “His mom and I talked for a long time inside.”

“Did you know they were going to be here?” you asked, walking with her to your car.

She shook her head. “I had no idea. But it was nice to see them again, wasn’t it?”

You got in the passenger seat and leaned your head against the window. “Yeah, it was nice.”

You were halfway home before you realized you were still wearing Danny’s jacket. You felt terrible; you reached for your phone to text him and saw he’d already texted you.

Hey, you stole my jacket! I guess we’ll just have to meet up so I can get it back ;)

You bit the inside of your cheek, willing yourself not to feel that fluttery warmth that was sneaking its way into your chest at the thought of seeing him again.

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I think each of the boys would have a different way of greeting you after getting off stage:

I think Jake would put his arm around you, ask "how'd you like it?" and then drag you into the shower with him. He'd tell you that he was thinking about you the whole show, and make the bathroom a little extra steamy.

Josh would plant a wet kiss right on your forehead and snuggle into your neck before taking you to his dressing room and changing whilst you make him a throat coat tea. (He'd definitely save you a rose).

Sam would just flop down on the green room couch, practically laying on top of you, koala-ing himself onto you and thank you for coming. He'd absolutely pass out until it was time to go, and then coerce you into "helping" him change.

Danny, I think, would make the biggest deal, wrapping you in a tight hug, maybe even picking you up off the ground and spinning you around. He would most definitely kiss you and make you shower with him. He'd also ALWAYS ask what your favorite part was.