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Of Fate and Fury

Pairing: Danny x Acotar au x female!reader

Word count: 19.1k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! sexually explicit content. Enemies to lovers, M dom f sub, violence, gore, fighting, mating, unprotected sex, (kissing, fingering, choking, name calling, praise, cursing, oral sex (f recieving), dirty talk, breeding kink, hair pulling).

It had been a long day– a very long day and you were completely wound up. Your body was tense and overwhelmed and it seemed like nothing was easing the fire that left your blood boiling.

You quickly finished up your task at hand and set yourself on a determined mission, storming up the stairs that led to the training ring atop The House of Wind. You didn’t hesitate one bit as you led yourself across the ground, kicking up specks of the tan dirt beneath your feet. But as soon as you grabbed a sword off one of the racks, you felt all their eyes turn to you.

Without any hesitation you immediately started swinging your swords at one of the wooden dummies, silently cursing at yourself from the instant strain in your muscles from not being warmed up.

You didn’t care though. All the pent-up emotions and frustrations came flying out of you with each swing of your sword. You gritted your teeth tightly together, letting out a deep grunt as you hit the blade of your sword directly against the torso of the dummy before you. You could feel the vibration of the sword as it collided with the soft wood, traveling all the way up the expanse of your arm.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the fae warriors standing frozen in place as they watched you. The sheer formidable force of them flanked into you but you ignored them.

You turned on your heel, spinning yourself around as you flung your arm backwards and hit the shoulder of the dummy. As you spun, you caught sight of their varying expressions. Some of their eyes were wide with their eyebrows raised and others looked at you blankly, but you could read their annoyance on their face. Thankfully, none of them decided to interfere, allowing you to continue unleashing yourself on the piece of wood that was slowly starting to chip and splinter with each hit.

You weren’t sure how long you had kept at it but pretty soon you were an exhausted and panting mess. The muscles in your back and biceps were practically screaming at you and your thighs had started to shake from using them to push yourself as you flung yourself at the target.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself collapsing to your knees in the dirt, struggling to catch your breath. The sword had dropped beside you, but you kept a loose grip on the pommel, not fully wanting to give into the exhaustion that was starting to sweep over you.

The hair you had tied back in a braid had come loose and now stuck to the side of your face and neck. Sweat covered every inch of your body and dripped down your neck as you continued to kneel in the dirt, trying to catch your breath.

With your hair draped around your face, you barely took in the black boot, scuffed with brown dirt that came to a stop beside your limp hand. You sucked in a breath and slowly lifted your head. When you peered up, you saw Daniel. The Illyrian warrior, second in command from Cassian, who was in Rhysand’s inner circle.

His long curly hair was tied in a knot above his head, but he had managed to leave the bottom half of his hair loose, letting the rest drape over his broad shoulders. You could see the layer of sweat that soaked through his white tank top, surely from his earlier sparring. It was hard to ignore the dark whirls and patterns tattooed along his arms that rose higher along his neck and plunged down beneath the edge of his shirt that covered his chest.

Daniel crossed his arms over himself, making you notice the thick muscles of his chest and biceps that rose through his shirt. He stared down at you with nothing more than a blank face, his eyes stone cold and distant. You would have looked away in fear if it weren’t for the fact that you were too tired to care. If it wasn’t that it was the sight of the muscle that feathered in his jaw that shut you up.

“You are exerting too much of your energy…you’ve worn yourself down completely,” he said, his voice flat and monotone.

“I don’t care,” you muttered back, your own jaw now clenched.

Daniel shifted his weight to his other foot and raised his eyebrows up at your response. “Are you sure about that? You know you could have injur-”

“I don’t…care,” you repeated again, this time making sure your words were laced with a hint of malice.

Daniel shot you a glare and you watched him turn his head to the side like an animal observing its prey. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice and facial expression didn’t falter once. You glared up at him and brushed the sword away from you as you climbed onto your shaking feet. You held his eyes but when you turned on your heel away from him, you could feel tears start to well in your eyes. All you had wanted was to let out some of your pent-up anger and frustration…not be bombarded by an Illyrian general.

You strided across the ring, not acknowledging Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel or Jake who stood there watching you. You had made it across the ring and were about to reach the top of the stairs when you felt a firm hand clasp your shoulder and spin you around. Instantly, you knew it was him and refused to meet his stare. If you had, you would’ve been able to see the glimpse of worry that sparked across his face.

“You don’t get to walk away when I’m talking to you,” Daniel spat, his grip on your shoulder squeezing just enough to make you feel your muscles start to protest. You refused to look up at him, feeling all your anger start to boil to the surface once again. You didn’t have to look up to see him take a step closer to you, his body now so close that your face was practically pressed against his chest.

“Now,” he says, tightening his grip on your shoulder, making you hold back a wince, ‘What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you muttered, still not being able to raise your eyes to meet him.

Daniel clicked his tongue against his cheek, sucking in a small hiss, not believing a word of your bullshit. His hand slid off your shoulder and then you found yourself frozen in place when you felt his hands grip the underside of your chin and tilt it upwards, so you were now forced to look at him.

“I’m not going to ask again,” Daniel said, his voice low and hoarse, ‘What’s wrong, YN?”

You found yourself clenching your jaw, your eyes becoming cold while you glared at him. “I need to go take a bath,” was all you said as you turned yourself on your heel and began to walk away from him.

You were instantly stopped as you felt that same stern grip on your shoulders and could feel the eyes of the other accessing the scene. You turned back on your heel and ripped his arm off of you. “Do not!” you said, hissing at him.

You stormed down the steps and stomped into your room, slamming your door closed. You were just starting to undo the top of your tunic when you heard your door fly open and slam into the wall so hard that it made the room shake. You knew who it was before he started talking and you ground your teeth so hard that it made your jaw ache.

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” Daniel yelled; the once calm tone he held before now completely stripped away. You turned yourself quickly around to see him far closer than you had expected, leaving you to have to tilt your head up as he towered above you.

You aren’t sure what gets into you, but you find yourself taking a challenging step towards him. All the work you put in to fend off the anger now seeming useless as you feel your blood start to turn once again.

“I thought I told you I wanted to go take a fucking bath! I don’t need you as my fucking babysitter Daniel!” you snap at him, your chest now rising and falling quickly while you struggle to maintain an ounce of any composure you had left.

Daniel seems to weigh your words and takes a step back, but his face doesn’t falter. His eyes seem to mirror yours as they ignite with anger of their own, making his hazel eyes glow golden- flame like.

He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded his head in the direction of your bathroom. “Fine, go take your damn bath but I’m going to be waiting right outside for you.”

“You will leave,” you hiss, pulling back the top of your lip to give him a flash of your elongated canines. It didn’t seem to do anything, and you watched him lean against the door frame, cocking one of his brows up. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in a stern voice, not one word faltering.

“Get the fuck out of my room Daniel!” you scream at him, your hands balling into fists beside you.

“Or what Y/N? What the fuck are you going to do about it?” he asks, pushing himself off the wall to only then halt his steps right in front of you. His gaze is hard and unwavering as he peers down at you from over the tip of his nose.

You couldn't help it- contain it. The anger within you was screaming, pleading you to let yourself go and unleash everything you had upon him. So, you did.

Without really processing it, your hand that was curled into a tight fist beside you flew up at lightning speed to deliver him a hard smack against his cheek. You might’ve gasped or heard your breath hitch as you realized what you just did but you couldn’t hear or process anything from the roaring of anger that rumbled in your ears.

Daniel didn’t falter one bit as you struck him. His body didn’t move an inch. The only sign to show that it had happened was the red, angry handprint on the side of his cheek. Danny gave a slow blink while the corner of his mouth started to tilt in a smirk. He clenched his jaw and his eyes slowly slid back to yours.

You don’t back down. You stay planted right where you are, not showing him any sign of guilt, fear, or remorse for your actions. Daniel struggled to maintain the smirk growing on his face. He tilted his head to the side, studying you- a predator's stare. Most people would immediately back down if an Illyrian male looked at you that way but notyou.

Daniel sucked in a breath and clenched his jaw, flexing the muscles that lay beneath his skin and took a step closer, bending down so his face was merely inches away from yours. “That was cute,” he said, his breath hitting your cheeks. “But no.”

You clenched your own jaw, feeling your teeth protest against it. You were then the one to smirk and you let your eyes slowly drift down to his lips that were so close, they nearly brushed against yours. His eyes followed your own, noticing what you were now staring at. You decided to use it to your advantage.

Your eyes drifted back up to his and then you bit the bottom of your lip, a sinful sight with him being as close to you as he was. His reaction was just what you were looking for. His body seemed to halt, and you swear you saw his breathing stop for a second.

It was an extra second you didn’t take for granted as you quickly reached a hand around his side, plucking a dagger that hung from his leather belt. You clutched the dagger in a firm grasp, pressing the blade against his side. If Daniel had an ounce of fear flowing through his veins, he didn’t show it. “I would be very careful if I were you,” you draw out in a hiss. Daniel’s wings twitched in annoyance and the muscles that built his firm chest and ran along his arms flexed as he held your stare. You pressed the blade against him harder. “Get. Out.”

Daniel sent out a rumble of his power that threatened your hands to almost release the blade flush against the side of his abdomen, but you pushed past it. You were defiant and you would not stand down.

Daniel’s eyes flicked down and then back up to yours, the lick of flame that was once in his eyes now grew strong and mighty. Wildfire. The golden flecks in his eyes now moved as the flames raged and danced within them. “Put down the blade,” he growled.

It took every ounce of your strength and will not to send that dagger plunging straight into his flesh. “Get out of my room and I will.”

Daniel let out a huff of annoyance but then smirked at you, surely analyzing you as nothing more than a piece of meat. “You wouldn’t dare to stab me with it.”

You shook off the glare from your face, instead replacing it with a sweet smile. “Try me,” was all you said as you whipped the dagger, slashing it against the fabric of his shirt. You made sure the blade didn’t cut him though. You just wanted to prove it to him that you were not afraid, and you would not back down from a challenge.

Daniel glanced down to the town fabric of his shirt now hanging loose against his side. He raised his head to look back at you but before your eyes could meet his, he lunged and grabbed your wrist in his hands. He moved so fast that you couldn’t even process how you ended up slammed against the stone wall of your room. It reminded you exactly who you were dealing with. His power, his strength, all of it…All of it was coming from a fae Illyrian warrior.

Daniel pushed you back so hard and with so much power that it made the back of your head thump against the wall. You back groaned as you felt the hardness of it press into your spine. Both parts of your body instantly began to throb, and the pain left you groaning.

The dagger in your hand dropped to the floor as his hands on your wrist tightened, threatening to shatter the fragile bones beneath your skin. He was so big. So full of strength and unweighted power. His hands were so large that they almost wrapped twice around your wrist. “Stupid, stupid girl,” Daniel growled in your face. Once again, he was so close to you that you were practically left sharing the same breath as him. He wasn’t wrong though…Stupid. How very stupid it was for you to be challenging him.

Every inch of your body was screaming. Screaming with pain, rage and absolute fury. You lifted your face that had tilted downward from the force which he threw you against the wall and beckoned to look up at him.

Once you did, you held his stare. You were breathing hard, your chest rising and falling with each deep breath you took. Your whole body was left shaking as a mixture of emotions rose to the surface. Fear, rage and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on but nonetheless, your fighting spirit was still left thrumming against your veins.

You clenched your jaw and then moved your tongue around in your mouth, drawing up saliva on your tongue. You purse your lips and then spat directly onto his face.

Daniel closed his eyes and turned his head to the side as your spit hit him directly in the center of it. He shrugged one of his shoulders up and wiped your spit off of his face. When his eyes came back to yours you knew you were unmatched. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed but he was not done letting you know just how stupid you were.

He moved both of your hands over your head and then pinned your wrists in one hand while his other wrapped around your throat and squeezed it in a tight grip. “Are you trying to piss me off?” he growled. All you could do was respond with a strangled groan, your eyes now growing completely wide.

Danny gripped you by the neck harder and pulled you forward, making you arch your back and neck up at an awkward angle. His wings rustled again, clearly showing you just how impatient he was growing.

He pulled you closer towards him, so the tip of his nose brushed against yours. “Answer me,” he growled again. You couldn’t. All the words that were on the tip of your tongue vanished and it felt like your head was swimming each time he tightened his grip on your neck, depriving you of oxygen. You opened your mouth to respond but you couldn’t. You just stared at him; your brows knitted together with your jaw hanging loose. You tried to wriggle yourself away from him but between the grasp he had on your neck, wrists and the wall that dug into you. For the first time in a long while, you were utterly helpless.

Using all the strength you could muster, you finally choked out something…his name. “D-Danny,” you stuttered in between a strangled gasp. It was the only word you managed to get out before the doors of your room flew open and Rhysand, Cassian and Jake stood there. Their faces all conveyed the same thing. Utter shock.

Daniel glanced behind his shoulder and when he saw them, he seemed to snap out of his anger induced fury. He instantly let go of your wrist and neck and you slumped down to the floor coughing while your own hands clutch your neck as you try to pull in oxygen.

Cassian and Jake were immediately upon Daniel, grabbing him by his shoulders and yanking him back. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Cassian snaps at him. “You could’ve fucking killed her!” Jake shouts.

Rhysand quickly walks over, crouching on the floor beside you. When you look up you could see only worry and concern shining in his eyes. He places a gentle hand on your knee and asks, “are you alright?” The only answer you could manage was a small nod of your head while you continued to gasp and sputter for any air you could wield into your lung. His eyes soften further, and he tilts his head down. “Are you sure?”

“Out,” you said in a voice that is merely a whisper. “Everyone get the fuck out.”

Rhysand, Cassian and Jake all exchange glances, Daniel’s eyes look everywhere but your own as he stares down at the floor. You can see the muscles in his shoulder twitch, but Jake and Cassian’s hands tighten on him.

Rhysand looks back at you and nods before rising off of the floor. Rhysand walks by the three men but stops before Daniel. “You and I are going to have a little chat,” he sneers before leading them out of the room. The sound of the door clicking into place is the only indicator that they had left.

You don’t move from your spot on the floor. Instead, you invite the welcoming cold of the marble floor against your skin. You draw your knees up to your chest while your brain makes any attempt to start working again. What the hell just happened?

Your brain starts to turn, sending you down an endless hole as it replays all the events that just unfolded before you. You were shocked. At Daniel, yourself…all of it. You knew he had every right to defend himself. Every right. And the words he spoke were nothing but the truth. ‘You stupid, stupid girl’.

Yes, so utterly stupid. Why you found yourself unable to back down and just stop, you didn’t know. All your emotions stirred within you, leaving your chest feeling like a heavy weight pressed down upon it. You felt so…hollow.

It took you a few seconds to render that tears that started to fall down your face and you pressed your knees further against you to cradle yourself. Your shoulders began to shake as you released everything into the world. You would be lying if you said you didn’t know how you ended up here, but you did. And it was all but entirely your fault.

So, you let yourself cry…and cry and cry. You let out all the emotions within you; all the rage, the anger, the fury…then the sadness, shock and guilt that came along with it. Images flashed in your head. The hand he placed on your shoulder when you went to exit the training ring and how in that moment his face looked so soft and full of concern for you. Only then to be stripped away as the image of his face with nothing but primal rage plastered on it as he pinned you against the wall.

You could again feel that anger start to swirl within you but you pushed it down, so it was only a soft hum in your veins. Despite everything, there was something else that prodded and poked against the walls of your brain. Something you couldn’t quite understand or begin to explain. You pushed that thought aside, you would come back to it another time.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there crying and holding yourself, letting your own body be the sweep of comfort that you would allow. But soon enough, you were exhausted. You could feel the marks of where your tears fell down the sides of your cheeks, leaving them to feel damp and sticky where they rested against your knee. Your eyes burned and you were sure that if you were able to see your own reflection you would notice how red and puffy they were.

You let out a deep sigh and finally raised your head, letting your eyes readjust to the dim lighting of the room. You were completely exhausted, but you still had your mind set on what you initially came in here to do. Bracing a hand on the marble floor, you pushed yourself to your feet and strode past the door leading into the bathing chamber connected to your room.

With a twist of your hand, you turn the knob of the bath, making sure to twist it all the way to the left to get it to the highest temperature. You wanted it hot- scalding, so that when you slid in, it would burn and sting against your skin before it left you feeling numb completely.

You begin the process of removing your clothes, having to peel them off your body as they stick against you with sweat. You had just removed your pants and were straightening your body when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You turned your head to fully face the mirror and what you saw made your gut swirl.

A red mark shone on your neck, wrapping around it entirely. You leaned yourself further into your reflection and when you did, you were able to see the faint mark of where Daniel’s thumb had dug into the side of your neck.

You lifted a shaking hand to your throat, lightly brushing your fingertips against it and had to hold back a wince. The area was so sore and tender. How did you not render how hard he was choking you?

You yet again pressed down all the emotions stirring within you and swirled yourself around and strode for the bath. Good. Let that mark he left on your neck be a reminder, not for you but for him. Let him look upon it and feel all the remorse and guilt for ever laying a hand upon you. Let it be a reminder. Gods, how you now regretted not plunging the dagger into his flesh so he would have his own reminder of who he truly was dealing with.

You sat in the bath for what felt like hours, letting the scalding water grow cold and frigid. If not the heat of the water being able to welcome you then the icy water would also do the trick, letting it numb you to the core and making your teeth chatter against themselves.

As badly as you wanted to stay in the water, you couldn’t stand the way your skin started to feel. Your fingers were pruney and rigid and the water was so cold that it only made the bones in your body ache.

You lifted the drain and set it on the lip of the tub before you pushed yourself out of the water. You didn’t bother with grabbing a towel and instead reached for the fluffy robe that hung on the back of the door. You bundled the soft, velvet like fabric around you and let it breathe its warmth back into your body.

You strode out of the bathroom but not before taking a final glimpse in the mirror to see the angry bruise around your neck that was slowly starting to turn to a deep shade of purple.

When you made your way back into your room, you looked out the window to see the sun starting to set over the snowcapped mountains. It’s light making the sky flush with pinks and purples- a rather beautiful shade of purple compared to the ugly mark that was left around your throat.

You walked over to your wardrobe, opening the wooden doors of it and gazed at the clothes before you. Your hand drifted over to a tunic but stopped and instead grabbed for a sleek lilac colored evening gown. The sun setting is what alerted you that it was now dinner time and instead of staying in your room to grovel over the event that took place, you wanted to make a stand against him if only to prove a point.

So yes, the evening dress would do just that. Instead of opting for the tunic that would cover your neck you chose the gown with its thin straps, leaving your shoulders and neck bare. You thought about grabbing one of the necklaces that was laid out your vanity but no- let it remind him.

Slipping on a pair of flats, you opened the door of your room and descended the steps, leading to the dining room with your chin held high. Let it remind him…

When you first came around the corner you could hear the deep voices and laughter filling the space, but they were immediately silenced when you first stepped into the room. Everyone’s eyes- Rhys, Cassian, Jake, Azriel and lastly, Daniel’s laid upon you but then slowly dipped down to your neck. Good.

You didn’t acknowledge them or give any sign that you noticed their eyes staring at you or your neck. You silently strode up to the table and it felt like all the air in the room stilled and had been sucked up.

You took your place at the table next to Cassian leaving you to sit directly across from Daniel. Jake and Azriel sat along either side of him and Rhys took the head of the table.

When you sat down, you could feel Daniel’s eyes upon you, and you met him back with a cold and unwavering stare. You could still see the imprint you had marked across his cheek, but you also noticed the bruising around his cheek bone and the split lip. Rhys had certainly had a little chat with him.

Daniel’s eyes cast down to your neck and then you were left hearing your own blood starting to thrum in your ears, feeling all of its fury work its way back up. Rhys stayed silent at the head of the table and watched the two of you silently battle, seeing who would be the first to yield. Cassian did the same and you could feel his body stiffen beside you as his eyes darted from you to Daniel.

You finally ripped your eyes away from Daniel, but your face was still sneering even as you looked away. This wasn’t you yielding to him –no, never that. This was you telling him fuck all the way off.

A deep sigh escapes you and you reach for the wine in the middle of the table. You slowly pour out its content into your glass, the room still cold and silent with all eyes set on you–watching and awaiting your next move.

You take a sip of the wine and see Daniel’s eyes fixed on yours over the rim of the glass. It was the way he stared at you that truly pissed you off. All signs of anger were gone from his face and instead his eyes were soft and full of worry. You hadn’t expected him to give in so easily–so quickly. You had wanted him to go down swinging and fighting. You had wanted to fight and argue with him.

You slammed down your glass, gripping it so hard the tops of your knuckles turned white. Cocking your head to the side, you looked at Daniel and let your eyes slowly rake up and down his body. A chuckle escaped you and you leaned forward to rest your elbows on the table and then clutch your hands in front of you. “You know what’s funny?” you ask, letting your eyes sweep over everyone at the table, pinning them in a hard, unforgiving stare before solely landing on Daniel.

Daniel’s glare returned to his face, and he looked back in a way that was rather unsettling. His tongue pushed against his cheek, and he cocks an eyebrow up as to ask ‘What?”

You took one of your arms off the table and sat back in your chair, draping it over the backrest so you appeared loose and casual “For as long as I could remember, I always dreamed about having a necklace that was full of diamonds and deep, rich colored rubies. Oh, but wait,” you lift a hand to your neck, “Well now I do. And I guess, I can owe that all to you,” you say waving a hand in Daniel’s direction.

Everyone in the room stills and you can see them all trying to come up with something to say to ease the burning tension. Your eyes linger on Daniel, and you watch as he blinks and drops his head. “Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath.

Your eyes narrow on him and you shift further back in your seat. “What’s wrong Danny? Is it not as beautiful as you imagined?” Daniel’s eyes were still looking down, utterly fixated on his hands placed in front of him on the table.

After what felt like ages, he slowly lifted his head to meet your stare. You could see every line sketched upon his face, conveying just how bad he truly felt. It was almost enough to make you cave but you would not yield. When he spoke, his voice was low and soft- barely a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

The thrumming in your ears returns, making you clench your steak knife placed next to you. His eyes immediately spy your hand wrapping around the utensil and you swear you could see his body grow stiff– as if he were waiting for you to plunge that knife into the side of his neck.

His eyes then turn away from the knife and come back to meet yours. He takes a deep breath, and you see his throat bop as he swallows. “C-can I ask you somethi-”

“No, you may not,” you say through gritted teeth. Daniel seems utterly stunned and at a loss for words. He looks back to your neck and it seems to truly cause him pain as he looks upon the angry bruise. He opens his mouth to say something but immediately shuts it and lets out a sigh that makes him sink back into his chair.

You suddenly push your chair back and rise to your feet, your hand still firmly wrapped around the knife. You look back over at Daniel and lean so far over the table that your face is only inches away from his. You lift the knife from the table and point it at him. “If you ever do anything like that again, I won’t even give it a second thought before I cut off the part of you,” you angled the knife down, “that deems you as a man. Do you understand?”

Daniel seems to wince as you point the knife downwards. He doesn’t look at you while he says, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good,” you say and send the knife down onto his plate, piercing a piece of meat on it and sliding it onto yours. You sink back into your chair and take a bite of it before you turn to Cassian. “And how was your day, Cassie?” you say, smiling at him around your fork.

Cassian shifts his once tense body, snapping out of whatever trance he was in as he watched us. “My- my uh, my day was good,’ he says with a small cough, ‘Although it certain wasn’t as interesting as y-”

“Watch it,” you hiss.

“Sorry,” Cassian mumbles.

You turn your eyes to look over at Rhys and see him stiffen under your gaze. “And how was your day, High Lord?” Rhysand blinks and takes a sip of his wine before he says in a short and low tone, ‘My day was…fine.”

You place your hands back on the table and smile at him, reaching for your glass of wine, taking a sip. “Didn’t have to wrap your hands around anyone’s neck then?” The muscles in Rhys’s jaw flex and his eyes dart over to where Daniel sat. “No. No I did not.”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing that our High Lord knows how to behave himself. Such a shame that others cannot…” Rhysands eyes drift to yours and he holds them. “Are you trying to insult me?” he asks, wrapping his hands around his glass.

Shit. “No sir,” you say, your voice dipping a bit as you hold his stare, unblinking.

“Then may you explain the need for such a comment?” You can feel the tops of your cheeks flush feeling utterly embarrassed at the lack of being able to control your own tongue. You clear your throat, “Respectfully sir, that is none of your busine-”

“Then why bring such things to the table?” he asks, cutting me off. All you can do is lower your head and nod. “I understand, sir.”

Rhysand sits back in his chair, but you can still feel his eyes burning into you. “Now are you done?”

You clench your jaw, your hands gripping hard around the knife in your hand. “No…so may I be excused?” Rhys seemed to weigh your words, but he sighs and waves a hand at you. “Yes, you may be excused.” You give him a small nod and scoot your chair back. You let the knife clatter onto your plate and stride out of the room, aiming for the staircase, not bothering to take one glance behind you.

You enter your room and shut the door behind you. Now being in the comfort of your own room, you feel like you can finally let your guard down. You walk over to your bed and sit on the edge of it, letting out a deep sigh. You bring your hands to your now unbound hair and rake your fingers through it, trying to sooth yourself. It was working but then you hear a knock at your door. “Go away,” you say through gritted teeth. The person on the other side of the door seemed to pause. The voice then finally speaks and it’s the last person you want to see.

Daniel’s voice is on the other side of the door. “C-can I come in?” he asks, softly.

“No, you may not.” The pause is longer this time, and you think he has accepted the defeat and walked away but his voice calls again. “May I please come in and talk to you?”

You let out a deep sigh and pull your hair at the root. “Go away Daniel.”

“Y/N please, I need to talk to you,” he pleads, his voice cracking.

Gods why? The sound of his voice cracking as he said your name sent a ripple into your chest and threatened to make you cave but once again, you had to brush it aside.

“I thought I told you to fuck off!” you yell.

“Y/N please. I have things I need to say to you.”

You are not sure why or how but with the exhaustion tugging at you, you no longer felt like putting up a fight and so you say, “Fine.”

The door to your room slowly opens and you see Daniel slinking into the room. He sweeps his eye around the room letting them stop at the wall he had you pinned up against before letting them rest upon you and you see him recoil at it.

He softly shuts the door behind him before taking a few steps into the room and then halts. He looks over to the chair placed beside your bed and then glances at you before making his way over to it to deposit himself in.

Your arms are crossed over your chest, watching his every move. When he slumps into the chair you send a glare his way. “What do you want?” You ask sharply.

Daniel looks over at you but then looks away. He rests his elbows on the top of his knees and bows his head. He brings one of his hands up and rubs it over his face. “I- look, can we just talk?” You grit your teeth and keep that cold gazed fixed upon him. “I'm waiting.”

Danny brings his hand down from his face and rests it against his leg, leaving his hand to hang limply over the side of it. “Can I just ask you som-”

“Oh for fucks sake Daniel! Look you better make it quick because I’m at my fucking wits end with you,” you snap, waving your hands in front of you.

“Before I ask this…can you promise me you won’t get angry with me?” Your arms go back to cross over your chest. “I cannot make such promises.”

“Well then just promise me you will listen without interrupting me.” You clench your jaw at his words but give him a small nod of your to him to let him continue.

Daniel swallows hard before he takes a deep breath. “May I explain why I put my hands on you?”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Oh! So, you’re not here to apologize then, instead you're going to try and justify your actions? Real fucking smart,” you say and then push yourself off the bed and stride over to him.

Daniel doesn’t move back as you come to step in front of him. Instead, he angles his head to look up at you. He brings his hands together in his lap and clutches them. “You’re right. I am not here to apologize.” All you could do was expose your canines to him as you hissed.

Danny sits back in the chair, moving one of his hands to adjust himself as he spreads his legs open. Gods.What a cocky and arrogant bastard.

“Yes, I did put my hands on you but let me explain exactly why I did so.” You snarl at him and take another step to stalk towards him. “I thought I told you I’m running out of patients.”

Danny remains stationary as you snarl down at him. He puts his arms over his chest and sank further back into the chair, crossing his ankle over his knee, making his foot brush against the fabric of your dress. Fucking prick.

“Let. Me. Explain,” he commands in a stern and unwavering tone that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on its end. You pray to the Gods that he won't notice the change in your scent as a small ripple of fear rolls up your spine. You push the fear aside and cross your arms over your chest and then lean down so your face is in front of his. “Speak.”

Daniel holds your stare, and you can see that cocky smirk starting to spread over his face, but he quickly washes it away. You straighten yourself back up and wait for his words. “What I did was out of pure rage. Is it something that I wish I hadn’t done? Yes. However, that does not negate the fact that at that moment I was not thinking clearly.”

You let out a deep chuckle and throw your head back. You take a step away from him and turn on your heel, holding your hands behind you. Most people wouldn’t dare to turn their back to such a powerful male, but you didn’t care the slightest.

With your back to him, you can practically feel his eyes roam over your body as they take in the deep cut out of the dress that exposes the skin of your back to him. You then stop your steps and swirl back to him and you were right. His eyes were lingering on your body. “I bet you are thinking of other ways to harm me right now huh?”

Daniel sucks in a breath and leans himself back over his knees, his eyes going back down to stare at his hands clenched before him. “I’m going to have to be very careful with this,” he seems to whisper to himself. Your eyes narrow on him, your brows scrunching together as you try to piece together what he could have meant. “With what?”

Daniel peels away his gaze from his hands and sets them on you. “With you.”

You feel your body stiffen. You? What could he possibly want from you? “W-what about me? Do you wish to harm me or strangle me again?” Daniel’s eyes seem to grow wide, and he shakes his head. “I wish to do neither of those things to you.”

You don’t why the question comes to mind, but it comes out of your mouth before you can even stop it. “Then, then what do you want to do with me?”

Danny’s body seems to grow rigid, and you watch as his pupils dilate. One of his hands releases from his own and you watch as it sinks into his thigh. He uncrosses his legs and lets his eyes rake over your entire body and it leaves you still and utterly breathless. “I would like to ask you a personal question, Y/N.” That seems to do the trick and snap you out of it. Your eyes narrow again and you feel your anger start to stir and something else. That same feeling from before. “And why the fuck would I allow you to ask me such a thing?” you hiss.

“Listen you may say ‘no’, but just let me ask you the question.”

“You know I’m armed right?”

You watch his eyes as they look over to the knife on your dresser. You let out a small laugh and shake your head. “No, that isn’t the knife I’m talking about.” Daniel nods and clears his throat. “I’m aware. So let me ask you this. I know that at this moment you are not going to forgive me for my actions, but I would like to know if you would consider it one day?”

You give him a small shrug and turn back on my heel away from him with my hands still clasped behind my back. “Who’s to say?”

You hear Daniel loosen a breath behind you. “Then may I ask you one more question?” You whirl back on your heel to face him. “I would be very careful with how you wish to proceed,” you snap back, your eyes narrowing on him again.

Daniel takes note of your body language and the growl that came from you. His eyes again sweep over you. “Would you be open to the idea of possibly starting a relationship with m-”

Your body grows utterly stiff but then you find yourself unable to contain the fury that sweeps over and blinds you. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” You yell, stomping over to him. “Why would I ever do such a thing, huh? S-so I can grant you the liberty of possibly inflicting harm on me? A-and how would you even know, huh? How would you even know if there is some sort of bond between us? O-or the sheer fact that I would even accept it? Are you actually out of your fucking mind?”

The pure fury that flies out of you leaves your body shaking. Daniel takes note of it and holds up a hand, his eyes growing wide at your outburst. Your body halts seeing his hand being held up. Daniel leans back against the chair and sighs. “If you would have let me finish my question before you decided to interrupt me, I would’ve explained further.”

“Then what the fuck do you mean ‘relationship with me’?” You hiss as you push aside his hand and lean over him.

“What I meant was a civilized relationship. Get your head out of the fucking gutter Y/N,” he hisses back but you could see the amusement that started to spread on his face. Your body stiffens and you pull yourself away from him. “Oh,” is the only word you find yourself able to say.

Daniel leans back in the chair, and you see him smirk as he runs a hand through his curls. “Mating bond though? That’s cute,” he says with a small laugh. You feel heat rise to your cheeks and this time you know it’s not out of anger. “S-shut up,” you say but your voice falters.

Daniel moved his body and sat up slightly in the chair, his arrogant smirk still plastered on his face. “Why? Do you wish to find out?” he says in a cocky tone, this time letting his eyes linger on curved parts of your body without trying to hide it. Your hands bawl up to fists at your side. “No. No I would not,” you say through clenched teeth.

Danny sighs and slumps back into the chair. 'Shame, cuz’ I wouldn’t have minded. I’ve always wondered if you are crazy and reckless in the bedro-” You hiss again and find yourself leaning back over so your face is right in front of his. “Oh!? So, you just want to ‘mate’ with me? Is that it?” you shout into his face.

Daniel’s eyes dip to where the front of your dress hangs down, exposing the upper part of your chest to him. He slowly lifts them back up and stares right into your soul. His eyes seem to gleam, and you know it has nothing to do with any sort of rage. When he speaks, his voice is low and gravely. “I’m going to be very honest with you Y/N…yes.”

That was it. That was your final undoing.

You reach under your dress where you kept the dagger strapped to the side of your thigh. You pulled it out of its strap and pressed it against his neck. “Is that what you came in here for? To tell me just how badly you want to fuck me?” Daniel doesn’t move away from the blade- doesn’t even try to push it aside. “No…but what if I said yes, then what?”

You grit your teeth and angle the dagger closer to his neck. “And why the fuck do you think I would ever grant you the access to share that part of me?”

Danny swallows and you see his throat bob against the blade. “Because I think you’ve thought about it before– I know you’ve thought about it before.” Your hand that clutches the blade starts to shake. “S-shut up,” you stutter out.

You don’t know why you didn’t try to deny it or why you didn’t immediately protest as such an outrageous thing. And maybe, just maybe his words held an ounce of truth in them.

His eyes hold yours and don’t make any sign or indication of looking away. “I know Y/N. I see the way you look at me…how your eyes sometimes linger over my body. I know because that is the way that I find myself looking at you. I know.”

Your mind had gone completely blank. Not at him stating that he knew your eyes would sometimes linger, but at his own confession. The fact that he looked at you the same way with nothing but hunger and desire.

“I thought I told you to shut up,” you spit back at him, tilting your body so you hovered back over his face. Daniel does nothing except gaze back. His eyes began to swirl with smoke and flame.

The mixture of emotions that courses through you makes your head spin. You knew it was true. All of it. There were times when you had come into the training ring and found yourself unable to take your eyes off of him. The way his muscles shifted each time he flung his sword and how by the end of it, his body was drenched in a layer of sweat that made those muscles of his glisten under the rays of sun. You knew that he noticed you watching him– could sense your eyes on him but he never acted upon it. All he would do is cast you a knowing glance and a smirk would be upturned on his face. All you could do was glare at him and then quickly avert your eyes, feeling warmth spread over the tops of your cheeks.

Leaning yourself further into his face, you press the dagger closer against his skin. “So what?” you say, with a cock of your eyebrow. Another small challenge for him. He swallows and lowers his voice to that gravely and dark tone that makes chills form across your skin. “So…would it be such a bad thing?”

Your chest tightens at his words, and you feel yourself not knowing how to think– let alone act. You open your mouth to say something snarky back, but no words seem to come to mind. With a shaky deep breath, you let yourself finally give into that nagging feeling that had been pestering you all day.

With your legs failing to collapse under you, you deem yourself to take a step forward. Then another so you are now standing between his legs. You can see Daniel sink his hands into the soft cushion of the chair like he was fighting against every instinct that raked through him not to reach out and grab you.

Another deep breath and then you move one of your legs and lift it over his. Then you follow with the other, so you are now sitting on his lap, straddling him. Daniel’s body stiffens beneath you, and you once again spot his hands sinking into the cushion, clawing at the fabric. You wouldn’t be surprised if you saw small tears in the fabric the next day.

His eyes close for a moment and you can hear him mumble a curse under his breath before he lets out a ragged breath and looks back at you.

You look at him over the bridge of your nose. “I-if you think that there is even the slightest chance of having a mating bond,” Gods, the words felt strange and foreign as they rolled off your tongue, “then now would be the time to prove it.”

Daniel doesn’t know what to do as he is pinned under you. His heartbeat pounded so hard and fast that the noise appeared to be rattling his brain. All he could do was blink up at you. Was she really going to allow him to try something or was this just another one of her games?

Daniel swallowed thickly and you could feel his body tremble beneath you. “I- I would like to try something…”

The cloud and whirlwind of emotions starts up again, feeling like it is ripping you from the inside out– gutting you. It’s worse than the feeling of a blade piercing your skin. You swallow and your eyes dart over the expanse of his face. “W-what is it?” you ask, your grasp started to loosen on the dagger.

The muscles in his jaw feather and you feel him shift beneath you. It takes everything in you not to gasp at the feeling of his body moving beneath yours.

“There is a way…to test it. To see if there is truly anything that lies between us. Would you be open to finding out?” Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, but you manage to find the words. “H-how? What is it?”

“There’s a certain gesture–no gesture is the wrong word for it,” Daniel says stumbling over his own words, “I don’t really know how to phrase it other than it being a sort of test. But if it does happen to work and there truly is some sort of bond in place, then it should be almost instantaneous.”

You feel your body grow tense. You weren’t sure exactly what he had in mind and that only made the wheels in your head start to turn. For the first time, you let your guard drop in front of him and show him the nerves that made your body start to tremble.

Daniel’s face grows soft, noticing the change in your demeanor. “Hey, hey, it’s nothing crazy or anything that will harm you…I promise you this Y/N,” he says, and you watch his hand come off of the cushion and raise it but then he drops it. It was like he was going to reach out and caress the side of your face but then opted against it.

“What is it Danny?” you ask with a soft voice but you make sure to pull yourself back together and manage to throw in a snarky comment. “And don’t be smart about it. I can already feel your other gesture poking into my leg,” you say with a small smirk.

Daniel’s mouth curves upward into a smile and you see his eyes quickly dart to where you are seated on his lap. “Yes, there is also that, but allow me to show you what I mean.”

You feel your body burning once again as you grow impatient. The tip of the blade angles deeper against his neck and presses, letting it sink into his skin but not deep enough to truly cause any harm.

Daniel tenses beneath you and you watch as he turns his head slightly to try and put some distance between himself and the blade. He sucks in a deep breath, and you see his face harden, his brows narrowing in on you. “You may not like it. You have to fully submit yourself to me.”

Your body grew stiff and rigid. Your mind instantly felt leadened as you realized just exactly what he was saying– what he was asking you to do. And you couldn’t. You would not.

What Daniel was asking of you was something that was far too much– too invasive…too intimate. The idea of it extinguished the growing fire that filled you and burned it away. The sheer thought of having to submit yourself fully to him and having to willfully show him everything made your stomach turn.

There were things you couldn’t even bring yourself to acknowledge but you knew these things had happened and you felt nothing but shame and guilt for the things you had done. For him to even ask you of that, to fully allow yourself to show yourself to him– all the good, the bad and the ugly…it was all too much.

“No,” you said softly and when that fog in your mind cleared, you started again, this time your words sure and steady. “No! I- I can’t! I will not lower my shields for you!” You try your best to control the trembling racking through your body, but it feels all too much. You weigh his words again and the trembling continues.

You swallow and blink, trying to shake away the racing thoughts that blur your vision. You tried. You tried with all you might to remain strong in front of him, but it was too much. You let your eyes drop, your hair cascading in front of you to shield him out. If you were to have taken a glance, you would’ve seen the softness that crept onto Daniel’s face.

“Why? Why not Y/N?” He says, his voice coming out as nothing but a whisper.

Your chest ached at the softness of his voice. The softness of it, the vulnerability in it as if he was truly trying to understand what burned underneath all the fire and anger you held in your heart. He was trying to understand. The thought alone made your eyes line with tears.

You sucked in a shuddering breath and lifted your head. When your teary eyes met him again, you saw his face ripple with what looked like desolation and sorrow but not only that. Pain.

The hand clutching the knife against him was now limp as your eyes searched his face, really searched his face. You took him in, letting your eyes linger on the parts of him that you hadn’t dared to let yourself get lost in for too long. His strong cheekbones, his chiseled jaw, the way in which his prominent nose stood from his face to arch down at the end to form a point. A point that led down to his plump, sensual lips.

Your eyes flickered back up to his and you saw his browns come together, trying to read through every thought that washed within you. “B-because…I don’t trust you Danny,” you whispered to him. Danny actually winced, he winced at your words. The thick column of his neck bobbed as he swallowed again. With a slow and steady hand, he reached up and tucked back loose tendrils of your hair behind your ear. You felt yourself shudder against the touch and you knew it wasn’t from fear.

His hand brushed against the side of your cheek until his fingers crept under your chin and held your face there. This touch, this touch was far different from the hands that had been wrapped around you earlier. They were weary and seemed a bit unsure.

“I know Y/N…a-and I’m sorry. Truly I am. But, just,” he sighed, “Can you at least put the knife down?” Your fingers again wrapped themselves around the handle of the dagger but then you slowly loosened them and dropped the dagger. The sound of it clattered to the floor and you glanced at it briefly before your eyes slipped back to his. Danny let out a shaky breath and you felt his body relax under you.

“Good. Okay, now will you try? W-will you let me…please?” There was such uncertainty in his words, and you saw his eyes dance around your face trying to read the blank expression plastered on it.

Slowly, so slowly you nodded your head and relief washed over his face. But it was instantly gone as you stiffened your body and stared him down. “Wait. I want to try first. Let me in your mind.” Danny’s eyes grow wide a bit, surely taken back by what you now laid out before him but then the expression was gone. He nibbled against his bottom lip but then gave a small incline of his head. “Okay.”

His words were the confirmation you needed, and you gathered all your strength inside you, felt it coil and rip into your veins. Daniel dropped his hand from your face and laid them back over the arms of the chair. With your hands now free of the dagger, you slowly let them come to rest on top of his. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to touch him, you did but you knew that the added connection would help you. Would wield you in a way to him. A sort of lifeline if you needed it.

With a final shaky breath, you let your gaze harden on his. The room was silent as he stared back at you blankly as if to show you know he was no threat and that for you…he would do this for you.

Slowly, you let your eyes close, keeping the frame of him wielded inside your brain as you sent a blind hand out to try and find just what you were looking for.

Everything was dark as you pushed your power forward and your face contorted into a grimace as you concentrated. Your jaw clenched as you pushed yourself further but still. There was nothing.

“I-I can’t find you,” you said, feeling your eyes shift back and forth behind your eyelids. Your hands that rested on top of his now gripped the top of his hands as if doing so could help you further.

“Steady yourself. You're coming on too strong and you're letting your emotions cloud over. Try to relax and ease yourself in,” Danny spoke softly. You let out a deep sigh to ease everything stirring within you. You flexed your hands out over top of his and then let them lay gently on top of his. You cleared your mind and let it go blank before you tried again.

Slowly you let your mind go and this time you could feel it creeping to something–for something. It was still dark, but it now felt you were being guided down a tunnel. You felt all of its twists and turns as you reached with a hand and let your hand brush against it, trying to find a sliver or weak spot within it. “I-it’s still dark. I still can’t find you, but I feel something…like I’m being carried somewhere.”

“Good. Keep trying, keep following that path. Let me guide you there. Just focus on the sound of my voice.”

You gave a small nod of your head and felt him shift under you. Then one of his hands slipped out from under yours and you almost cursed at the lost connection until you felt it gently placed on the small of your back, steadying you in his lap as he leaned himself forward. His breath danced along the side of your neck, your ear and felt it send a shiver down your spine that made your back arch slightly. “Follow my voice. Focus on it. The pitch, the words. Use it and let it guide you.” With your eyes still closed you nodded.

“Are you listening, Y/N?” he asked and the way that made your blood run hot but this time not with rage or anger. You could feel his breath hitting your ear and the tone he used lapped around you, making your breath shutter. You silently cursed at yourself when you felt your core pulse. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice suddenly stripped from you.

“Good, now just listen to the sound of it.”

“I’m listening.”

“Good,” he says so softly and you swear you could almost feel his lips murmuring the words against you.

You forced yourself to focus back on that task at hand and when you did– a small shimmering. An opening. You wanted to race to it, not knowing if the image would stay but you held yourself back. If you lunged for it too quickly it might vanish. Instead, you let your mind slowly creep towards it.

“I-I see it. I see a wall,” you said faintly.

“Describe it to me. What all do you see?” Danny cooed into your ear.

Your brows knitted together, trying to focus on just what it was exactly that was in front of you. It was solid and blank. Just a high stone black wall that was so high you couldn’t see the top of it. It just stood there, looming in front of you. You frowned again and shook your head. “I don’t know, i-it’s just a wall. A big wall.”

“Then you know what to do, Y/n. Go through it. Try to find a way through it.”

You squinted your eyes further together and tried to find a door, a crack, a sliver of something. Anything. But it was solid. A hand reached for the wall trying to feel for any weak spots but there was none. As you reached that blind hand towards it, you heard Danny shudder slightly at the nails now trying to scratch in and open his mind. “That’s it. Keep going.”

So you did. You walked yourself along the wall that seemed to stretch for miles and miles but there was still nothing. All his training had paid off. The wall seemed utterly impenetrable. You tried again, now trying to picture an opening. Trying to find any way through.

You were about to give up but then suddenly– it was like a window appeared out of nowhere. You were now the one to shudder as you slowly made your way towards it. “I- I see something.”

“What do you see?” Danny said, breathing down your neck. You felt his hand that was resting against the small of your back, digging into you a bit.

“It’s a window…a-and it’s open.”

“Good, now climb through it.”

You approached the open window and took a step forward. You were about to push it open and step into it but it was stuck. You grimaced and tried to open it wider again, but it didn’t move. You let out a deep sigh and shook your head. “I can’t get through. It’s stuck.” You had tried your hardest, but it seemed like it was no use.

‘I’m sorry,”’ Danny said but there was something off. He was speaking but the words didn’t come from his lips.

As soon as you realized just what had happened you felt yourself stumble into the window. You opened your eyes, them growing wide as you took in the sight of him. His body was now close, so close to you. He pulled back a little so you could see the full shape of his face before you. But even now, seeing him before you, you could also see inside his head. There were many different doors. Some were lighter and looked welcoming and others– others were dark and just looking at them made you feel unnerved.

‘W-wait…it worked? Can you hear me?’ you spoke to him now mind to mind.

You saw the own shocked expression flash across Danny’s face as he too realized that you had actually done it. You had gone into his mind. Were in his mind.

‘Yes, I can hear you. Can you hear me?’ Danny said to you.

You gave a nod of your head. ‘I can see everything,”’ you said as your hand grasped the knob of one of the more welcoming doors. You opened it and were met with a memory of him, Rhys, Cassian, Azriel and Jake who were all lounging on various chairs and couches. Their heads were tilted back in laughter as Cassian told a story about an encounter with a girl and clearly, she hadn’t known who he was– what he was and told him that she could very well take him up in a fight without a doubt.

The sound of your own laughter filled the room, and you watched Danny’s lips curve upwards as he let out a soft chuckle. More warm memories infiltrated your brain, and you smiled but then the memories vanished, and you felt yourself being shoved through another door. This one was not welcoming at all.

Images flashed in your head of– of war. It was bloody and gruesome, and you felt nausea turn in your gut as you beheld fallen soldiers, bloodied, and splayed out before you. They were scratched and bloody, so bloody. Some of the cuts were so deep that you could see the white of their bone at the opened gashes.

Your body was frozen, and your hand dug into his. His own eyes grew wide at the sight of your fear. “Out! I want out! Danny push me out!” you screamed at him this time the words came from your lips.

Danny beheld you in front of him, a frantic look on his face and then he grimaced, and you were instantly shoved out of the door and then slipped completely out of his mind.

Your breathing was heavy, and you panted, trying to calm yourself down from the images that were now permanently embedded in your head.

Danny slipped his other hand out from under you and reached up to troked the side of your cheek, but you flinched back. He instantly recoiled his hand and placed it back on the armrest. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know why that door appeared, why it felt the need to push you through it. Are you okay?”

You gave a slow nod of your head, your breathing now coming out at a slow, even pace. You slowly braced your arms on the chair and pushed yourself off of his lap. Even though your breathing had slowed, your heart still beat rapidly under your chest.

You paced around the room trying to gather all the thoughts that invaded you and sort them out. If this truly was a test, then was that meant to happen? Were you supposed to see everything? The good, the bad and the ugly…all of it.

Danny sat perched in the chair, watching you as you paced the room. Ever so slowly, he pushed himself out of the chair and started to approach you. “Y/N,” he said but you couldn’t hear them over the thoughts that clouded and filled your head. He took another step and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. That same gentle touch from earlier that now seemed like a millennia ago.

“Y/N,” he spoke again, this time his voice sounding clearer.

You whirled around instantly to face him, not realizing how close he was to you and had to take a small step back. You were so frustrated and– and confused by what this all meant that it made you snap at him. “What does this mean?” you hissed at him.

Danny pulled his hand away from you and let it drop to his side. His own confusion was now written on his face too and he looked at the floor, shaking his head. “I know as much as you do. I know that people– Daemati can speak mind to mind…but mates? I…I don’t know if that is something that is granted or perhaps just happens? It is beyond the knowledge I possess.”

“I know, but what does this mean?” you signaled with your hand, pointing between the two of you. Daniel again shook his head and raised his eyes to meet you. “All I know is that you can now enter my mind and maybe I can enter yours, if that’s something you would allow me to anyways. But it works both ways. Even with or without the mating bond…it still means there’s some sort of connection.”

You took in every word he said. Both of you seemed utterly lost. While yes it may be something. It wasn’t necessarily the answer you were looking for. You looked at him and you felt your eyes soften as the question rose into your head. “But how do I know if you’re truly my mate?”

Daniel’s eyes took you in and something flashed in them– something feral and wild. A smirk marked his face, and he stepped forward closing the distance between us. “Well then maybe we should find out. It could be rather interesting. Do you want to play, Y/N?”

Your hands found his chest and you shoved him back as you scoffed. 'Prick.' You heard Daniel laugh and you cursed at yourself for not pulling your mental shields up. Daniel smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. He cocked a brow, that cunning smirk still on his face. “And here I was thinking that your anger towards me wasn’t anger at all. I think you rather enjoy it.”

You let your face harden as you glared at him. “What are you talking about?” You asked, mirroring him and now letting your own arms cross in front of you. Danny stared at you and his grin grew further. “Oh, come on, all the so-called anger you have towards me. You don’t think I’m that stupid do y-”

“Oh, it's definitely crossed my mind.”

Danny just rolled his eyes but let his hands fall to his sides. “I think all that anger is you trying to flirt with me. You like it. You like when we bicker and argue. It does something to you and I would be lying if it didn’t do the same to me.”You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “That doesn’t mean shit.”

Danny took a step toward you, and you could clearly see the challenge held in that step. “But it does. You want to play. You like it when we play.”

“Have you maybe thought that for one second that it’s because I think you’re an arrogant, annoying asshole?” Danny tilted his head back and laughed. “Oh, come on, we both know the answer to that. But I can see it– sense it when I’m around you and when I touch y-”

“Oh! Like you did early when your hands were wrapped around my throat?”

Danny’s gaze hardened and you watched the muscles in his jaw flex. “You know how sorry I am about that. I- that’s not what I meant,” Danny said with a shake of his head.

When his eyes met yours again, they had that feral gleam in them. He took another step towards you. “Don’t lie, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” You swallowed as you looked up at him. “Just now, when you were sitting on my lap, you felt it didn’t you? Felt the way my hands felt on your body, the way you arched into me when I whispered in your ear. Did you enjoy that?”

All you could do was stare up at him. You couldn’t begin to deny it because it was true, and it left your body trembling…your core aching.

You had had many lovers, some of them good, some of them…bad. But even with how amazing they were and how they left you pleased and satisfied it felt like nothing compared to the way his hands felt.

You had noticed it the first time he touched you. It was an accident. You were up in the training ring sparring with Jake, and you had stumbled back only for Daniel to wrap your arms around it to catch you but when he did…it felt like lightning had been shot into your skin. You had whirled around to see who it was who had caught you and when you realized it was him your eyes grew wide, but you quickly replaced it with a glare. The same look had been plastered on his face, but he only gave you a nod of his head to signal to go back to training.

“You felt it too?” Danny asked, looking at you once over. You stared blankly at him but gave him a small nod. “I think that’s when I knew.”

“Knew what?” You asked, your eyes narrowing in on him. Danny sucked in a breath and let it out. “It’s when I knew…you were my mate.”

Your eyes grew wide, and you just stared at him. Stared and stared and stared. The hands you had crossed in front of your chest dropped and you let them fall to your sides, your mouth gaping. “W-what?”

“Mate,” Danny said again, “you’re my mate.”

Mate. Mate. You were his mate. Your eyes scanned his face, searching for what? You didn’t know. Your body felt like it was a statue, and you felt your breath halt in your chest. Shaking your head, you closed your eyes, trying to process what he just said. You opened them. “I- what? How? W-when did you know?” Danny gave a casual shrug like any of this was normal. “I think I knew from the first moment I saw you.”

Your eyes grew wide, and your hands bawled into fists. “Y-you’ve known for that long, and you didn’t tell me?” Danny gave another casual shrug of his shoulders. “Well yeah…I-I guess I didn’t know what to say– if I should say anything at all.”

A scoff escaped you and you threw your hands back over your chest. “You knew…and yet you still didn’t tell me. Why? Were you afraid I might reject you…it?” Daniel’s face softened and you saw that doubt and uncertainty flash onto it. “I- yes. I was afraid you would say no-”

You took a step forward. “And what would you do if I rejected it now?”

Daniel stiffened and opened his mouth and then shut it. He took you in, really looked at you, the same way you had looked at him moments ago. And the way he looked at you, it ignited something under your skin.

“If I’m being honest…I don’t know. I think it would crush me…I’d get over it- I mean I’d have to.” You watched him speak with such sincerity and you felt that ache in your chest grow. Would it crush you as well?

You let out a deep sigh and ran a hand down your face. You dropped it only to see him standing there and you swear he almost looked uncomfortable. Perhaps this was rather uncomfortable. It was for you anyway, but you couldn’t imagine how it must’ve been for him since he’s the one who knew and had admitted it.

“I wait…I have questions. Sit,” you said pointing back to the chair behind him. Danny gave a small nod of his head and walked the short distance and plopped himself into the chair shifting his wings, so they draped around the back. He clutched his hands together as he balanced them over his knees.

You stalked over to him. “If what you’re saying is true…then is this why explain why we’re always at each other’s throats– feel the need to be? I mean what you said is true, I enjoy it…t-the playing, the taunting…the flirting. But is this the real reason why?”

Danny gave a small nod of his head and shifted in his seat. “Yes, I think that may have something to do with it. I don’t think it is much of a coincidence how easily we seem to rile each other up. I think sometimes we- well maybe more I would, I guess sometimes see it as a challenge, a way to almost invade me or my space but it almost felt…territorial, I guess. Like I wanted– still want to keep drawing you back to me because I knew…I know. I wanted to keep you coming back because that part of me deep down knew that you were mine.”

“And when you put your hands on me…. Was there something more behind that?”

Danny nodded slowly and let out a sigh. “I think it’s because I was frustrated. And believe me I know it wasn’t right– isn’t right but it killed me to know something was bothering you o-or hurting you and you wouldn’t tell me. And in turn, I couldn’t do anything about it. And it’s not because I could see that you were clearly upset…it’s because I felt it. I could feel something was wrong.”

“B-because of the bond?” you asked softly. “Because of the bond,” Danny echoed.

“B-but then why couldn’t I feel that? If you were upset or something was bothering you,” you asked with a small frown.

Another casual shrug. “Maybe because you didn’t know? But then again, maybe you did feel something but mistook it as your own emotions, whatever that feeling was.” His words made sense. You were always a bit moody, and your emotions always seemed to run high but there were times when you would feel a strong wave of emotion hit you and you didn’t know where it was coming from or why. But maybe these emotions were actually his all along.

You stopped short in front of him and the ache in your chest grew. Not for what he was saying but for him.Danny laid everything out. All the things he had kept to himself for so long that he had finally confessed to you.

His eyes stilled on you and something like fear flashed across his face– like he had said too much and regretted it. But no, you wouldn’t allow him to think those thoughts. Instead, you prowled closer to him.

“You know, I can smell you, scent you when you’re around. And sometimes, when a room is packed and crowded, I still can scent you and it’s strong. It rises above all the rest even when I can’t see you. Like something in my body knows you’re there and is telling me to go to you…” Daniel swallowed and leaned back a bit. “I know, because the same thing happens to me.”

“You can scent me too?” you said, taking another weary step to him.

“Of course, I can and sometimes it drives me fucking nuts. Especially when I know you’re there and can’t see you.”

The both of you stilled and blinked at each other for a moment. You took him in, his casual appearance and how he seemed utterly calm. “H-how are you okay with all of this? How do you look so calm?” Danny’s eyebrows raised upward, and his eyes grew wide. “Calm? I’m anything but that right now. I may not be showing it but I’m freaking out right now.” You gave him a small smile to try and reassure him and he returned it.

You stalked closer to him. “And just how do I reject or accept the bond?” Danny went utterly still and looked up at you. He blinked a few times and then cleared his throat. “Well, if you want to reject it, you do just that. Reject it. But if you decide to accept it…well the act seems rather silly but it’s something deeply rooted into our traditions.”

“And just what exactly is that?”

“The female offers their mate food if she accepts. But with that they also accept everything that comes with it. Embrace it, but not only the bond but who they are. It means they accept everything about that person regardless of the flaws they may have. It means that they claim them as theirs and they claim them as the same. As one.” You swallowed and nodded, absorbing all the information he laid out for you. Your eyes traveled to the nightstand beside your bed. You slowly walked over to it and felt his eyes on your back. If he was thinking about your movements, he didn’t voice them.

“But I guess there may be another way…another way we already know. And before you protest– no it’s not that. I mean of course it can certainly help in some cases but what I mean is touch. Some people know then and choose to accept it that instant if they feel it. But like I said…we already know that. Sometimes a pair can know just by looking at each other. It differs from everyone.”

You gave a small nod of your head as you closed the distance to the nightstand. “But even though we may have felt that…I didn’t accept it because I didn't know then,” you said as you opened the drawer to the nightstand. “That is correct. For us– well for you, you hadn’t known. So, in our case, it’s different,” Danny spoke.

You gave another nod of your head and rummaged around in the drawer and then you found what you were looking for. You grabbed it and held it behind your back as you walked back over to him. Daniel ran a curious eye over you as you stopped in front of him.

“Well, I may not have known then, but I know now.” Daniel kept that watchful eye on you, trying to understand just what you meant with your words. Your hand tightly gripped the item behind you and then with a shaky breath, you extended the hand out to him.

In it was a small chocolate wrapped in a red bow. His eyes grew wide, and he looked up at me. “I know it’s not much, b-but it’s all I have.”

Daniel smiled at you, truly smiled and he plucked the small chocolate from your hand. This wasn’t just an offering. It was a sort of union. A knowledge and acceptance that you would now be his and that he would now be yours.

You watched him carefully as he undid the tiny bow and plucked away at the wrapper. A small smile was on his face as he brought it to his mouth and when he did his eyes found yours. He held the small candy in front of his mouth, and you felt your breath catch not knowing if now he would accept. But then all the worries that clouded your mind soon vanished as he popped the candy into his mouth.

A relieved breath escaped you and you watched him chew and then swallow. And maybe you were too caught up in the moment, but you swear something shifted within you. And maybe he sensed it too because something lit up in those hazel eyes of his.

All you could do was stare at him, your mind racing at one hundred miles an hour as you realized what you had offered to him and what he had now gladly accepted.

The moment seemed to last forever as you both beheld the sight of each other. Mates. He was your mate, and you were his. That word echoed through you and felt foreign but something about it felt so…right. Danny was your mate.

Danny reached out a hand and gripped the fabric of your dress loosely and Gods. The sight of him seated below you with his head angled up…It tore through you and ignited a fire that burned so deeply that it felt like all of the worlds had tipped on its axis.

His hand slid up and cupped your thigh from behind, pulling you closer to him. His hand dug into while he pulled you in so close that his nose almost brushed the lilac fabric of your gown. It was enough to make your breath and body halt in their place.

Your hands were still hung loosely at your sides, and you rubbed your thumb over them, suddenly not knowing what to do with them– where to put them or if you should put them anywhere at all. Danny’s eyes glanced at them and then back up to you. ‘Just fucking touch me already,’ he said into your mind. So, you did.

Your hands lunged for him and grabbed hold of his face in your hands while climbing back onto his lap. He shifted back into the seat, his hands now coming to hold onto your waist.

You didn’t waste any time as you crashed your lips into his. The feeling of his lips moving beneath yours gave you the same electrifying feeling from the first time he had touched you but this time it was way more intense. Your hands and body worked on a mind of their own as they moved along him, touching, and exploring the parts of him that you had secretly pawned over for so long.

If you thought that you were a mess, then clearly it was nothing compared to how Danny had felt. His hands moved along your back, gripping you tightly to him as they did the same and explored your body. You could feel his breath tangled with yours and heard the sound of him groaning as he pressed himself further against you.

You felt one of his hands move to cup your backside while the other snaked further up your neck and grabbed hold of the nape of your neck. He gave a small tug to the hair there and your head tilted back, a low moan crawling out of you.

He tore his lips away from yours only to replace them along the column of your neck. Danny let out his own soft moans against you while he kissed and nibbled along the sensitive skin.

Your own hands traveled up his body until they were tangled in his curly locks. You came to the top of his head where half of his hair was tied up in a thin leather band and hooked your finger under it, letting his bounded hair fall down to his shoulders. He was so fucking beautiful.

Your hands and body were now frantic as every thought left your mind and there was only one left. You needed him and you needed him badly.

Your lips found his again and you practically melted into him when his tongue pushed into your mouth. If his scent was enough to drive you mad, the taste of him would make you go utterly fucking insane. Danny’s hands traveled back to your hips and gripped them, he shifted a bit and you felt his own madness poking beneath you. Your hands ran down the front of his body, feeling the hard, taught muscles of his chest and stomach until they gripped the bottom edge of his tank top and ripped it off of him, carefully minding his wings.

You brought your mouth away from his and peered down at his bare chest beneath you. You felt his hungry eyes watch you every move. When you looked down, you could see the tattoos that slithered along his skin. You had seen them before but never up close. You let your fingertips trace along them as if to mark a new imprint of your own against him.

Your eyes traveled along the expanse of him, and you noticed his golden tan skin that had small flecks of white lines– old scars. Some of them you noticed were cut so deep that his skin hadn’t healed smoothly and protruded out. Battle marks. Each from a different war or past encounter. Each a different reminder of all that he had faced in his past.

Your finger grazed over one of the more brutal looking scars and you casted your eyes up to his. “Do they hurt?”

Daniel gave you a soft smile and shook his head. “No.” You just glanced back at his body and gave a small nod of your head. One of his hands left your hips and came to cup the side of your face as he pulled your back to his lips. His kiss erases all those daunting and looming thoughts that plagued your mind.

You were completely consumed by the desire that raged and pressed into your veins. A groan escaped you when you felt his teeth nip along your bottom lip and it left your core aching. You nipped him back and felt him smile beneath your lips. “I knew you wanted to play,” Daniel mumbled against your lips. You smirked and let your mouth meet his again but not before you ground your hips against him. He hissed and his hands tightened on your hips. Play with me Danny, you spoke into his mind.

It seemed like those were just the words he had needed to hear because his hands slid to cup your backside and he rose up from the chair in one fluid motion. Your legs tightened around his waist, further pushing his hardness into you that made you cry out at the pressure.

He walked the short distance to your bed and gently laid you on it, not breaking the kiss. You felt him crawl up the bed, placing one of his hands beside your head while the other lingered on the crest of your hip.

You pulled back for a brief moment just to cast a glance at him and when you did– cauldron burn and boil you. He was propped on his knees, kneeling between yours. His bare chest in the dim shadows only seemed to further enhance the ridges and dips of his muscles. His dark curly hair that was now unbound came to hang around the sides of his face. His dark wings that were tucked behind him now were splayed out. And his eyes– God's eyes. They devoured you from the inside out and were completely wild, his pupils shot. A picture of purebred power only that could be crafted by the Gods hands.

Daniel’s dark eyes raked up the expanse of your body and you watched his chest rise and fall heavily. You pushed yourself up so you balanced on your elbows and reached a hand out and laid your palm flat against his stomach. You felt his muscles twitch and saw him look down at your hand, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as that started to slide down lower and lower.

You let it stop at the top of his leather pants and you leaned yourself up into a sitting position as you ever so delicately began to undo the laces of his pants. You were able to see the outline of just what exactly was being held and bound against his pants and the sight was enough to make your hands start to shake.

Daniel’s hands came to rest on top of yours and you tilted your head to look up at him. A flash of concern was drawn on his face. “We don’t have to, you know,” he spoke softly, his hands tightening on yours to try and ease that shakiness. You looked away from a mere second but then quickly found his eyes again. “I-I want to.”

Danny gave a small incline of his head and then leaned down, so his lips tickled the shell of your ear. “Just tell me if it’s too much. I’ll try to be as gentle as I can, but I have been dreaming about this moment for so long that I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back.”

You felt your core clench around nothing as his words lapped against your ear. You continued with the task at hand and found your fingers quickly working to undo those final laces, this time trembling from anticipation alone. You got them undone and turned your head slightly and felt the side of his face against yours. “Please. Please don’t hold back.”

That seemed to be all he needed because he softly pressed his hand to your chest, and you fell back onto the bed. He gripped both of your thighs and slid your body down to him. He gave a small shift of his hips and fully pressed himself against you and that feeling alone had your back arching off the bed. You could see the outline of him behind his pants and knew he was big but it was nothing compared to how he now felt pressed against you.

Danny’s lips pressed against the bottom of your neck and slowly trailed upward so his mouth was once again hovering by your ear. “I was hoping you would say that because I have no intention of holding myself back.”

A moan ripped from your throat, and you found your hips bucking up, grinding them against him while you tried to ease the ache that made your wetness start to pool. Your hands rested on his wrist while he held them on you and pressed his weight against you while you writhed underneath him. “Please Danny,” you begged, “I need you so fucking bad.”

That fiery flash rose in his eyes and Danny leaned up a bit and let his hands quickly went to his own body. He tugged down his pants and revealed himself fully to you. Your eyes grew wide seeing the full length of him, his cock hard and glistening at the tip with his arousal. He was fucking massive.

He leaned himself back over you, bringing his mouth back to yours while his hand snaked up on the other side of your lilac dress, slowly dragging it upwards. The tips of his fingers brushed against the edge of your undergarments, and you bucked into his hand, signaling him further.

Danny let out a low chuckle against you and his finger dipped under the elastic and pulled it back and let it snap against your skin. A shock squeal escaped you and his laugh rumbled through you. ‘Such a sensitive thing, aren’t you?’

‘Pri-’ but your thought was quickly cut off when you felt him drag a finger against the fabric and come to stop right at the apex of those nerves. A moan escaped you and he removed his mouth away from yours and pressed his lips back against the side of your neck. Your hips seemed to have a mind of their own, slowly rocking against his finger while you tried to get some relief from the building ache that lingered between your legs.

‘Tell me what you want,’ Danny spoke into your mind, his lips still continuing to trail up and down the expanse of your neck.

‘You, I want you. All of you. Please.’

Danny let out a deep growl and moved his hand and grabbed the edge of your undergarment and tore it off you –literally tore it. You felt the fabric sting and burn against your skin, and he tossed it over his shoulder and let it fall to the ground.

‘How bad?’

‘So, fucking bad Danny.’

Without any hesitation, his finger brushed through your center and felt the wetness pooled there. “Fucking Hel, Y/N,” he growled. His finger made another pass through your wetness before it stopped at your clit and began to draw slow, coaxing circles onto it. You arched your back and a deep groan ripped through you. “Gods please Danny,” you cried.

Danny nipped at the skin of your neck and moved his body down further along yours. He continued those small, daunting circles and you watched while he placed kisses over the fabric of your silk dress until his head was between your legs.

With his other hand he slowly grabbed the hem of your dress and lifted it up. His eyes drifted to your face where your jaw was hung open, soft, shallow pants puffing past your lips while you anticipated his neck move.

Danny pulled up the dress and you were fully revealed to him now. His eyes stared right between your legs, and you heard him cursed under his breath, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip. ‘You look fucking delicious.’

You were about to respond back but the words were knocked from you when you felt the brush of his lips against the inside of your thigh. He licked and nipped at the skin, and you felt your legs start to tremble just from the touch alone.

He traveled his way up your leg, and you opened them further for him when they connected to the inside of your thigh where it met your hip. You cried out and released one of your hands from his wrist to tangle in his hair. You pulled at the root and jutted your hips up to try and catch his mouth. Danny let out a low laugh that sent shivers up your spine. ‘Is someone getting impatient?’

“Danny please,” you cried in a breathy moan. His fingers that were circling your clit stopped and you were about to try out again from the loss of contact but then you felt his tongue lick a stripe though you.

Your back arched and you released the hand from him to have it clamp over your mouth as a loud moan was drawn from you. Danny groaned as he tasted you and you saw his hips grind down into the mattress, trying to release some of his own tension.

‘You taste fucking delicious too,’ he said and licked up you again. You clamped your hand further down against your mouth and that hand he had stilled on your hip came up and yanked it away from your face. You looked down at Danny and saw his face set into stone. He removed his mouth from you and his jaw flexed. “Don’t do that again. If I’m going to make you cum, I want to hear every sound I coax out of you. I don’t give a fuck if others can hear. Do you understand?”

All you could do was nod and Daniel moved his head back down between your legs. His mouth clamped around your clit and this time the sounds of your pleasure filled and echoed off the walls of the room.

He sucked on your clit and then rolled it gently between his teeth, making your fist a handful of his hair. His other hand was back and you and started to draw lazy circles at your entrance. You were absolutely drenched, and his fingers spread your arousal around.

Danny moved his head to the side, taking his finger that was circling off of you. You whined and shifted your hips wanting more of him. His eyes flicked up to yours and you watched as he placed two of his fingers in his mouth and sucked. His eyes rolled back in his head while his tongue licked over his fingers and took in the taste of you. Your chest was falling rapidly and a heartbeat later you felt him push his finger into you and encompassed his mouth around your clit.

You through your head back, a strangled moan clawing its way up through you. You kept your hand fisting his hair while the other clawed at sheets of the bed. He was good with his mouth alone but his fingers…Gods. Both of them worked in tandem, licking and pumping into you and your body trembled and shook around him.

You were already so close, and he had barely scratched the surface. He groaned and it vibrated against you. His finger inside of you curled and brushed against that spot deep inside of you. You had never felt anything as intense as this. Nothing compared to this, and you knew nothing ever would now that he was yours.

Danny pulled his finger back and slid them back into you, this time adding another digit into the mix. He had worked them into you slowly but now there was determination in each and every one of his moments. He curled his fingers, continuing to sweep over the spot while his tongue worked on your clit. You were close. So fucking close.

Your breath grew faster and became more rapid. His eyes found yours and he sucked against your clit so hard that it had you shooting up. A low laugh rumbled against you, only making the pleasure grow stronger. He slowly pressed his hand to your chest to push you back down. ‘I know you’re close. I can feel how hard your pussy is squeezing my fingers…cum. Cum for me, Y/N.’

You bit your lip, looking down at him from your half-lidded eyes. The sight of him between your legs would forever be burned into your brain. His fingers gave another curl and with a flick of his tongue you came undone.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room and your whole body trembled as you shook around his fingers. You had never come so hard before and you could see stars dancing behind your lids while you arched your back so high you thought it might snap.

Danny removed his mouth from your clit but kept his fingers inside you slowly pumping them in and out while you rode out the length of your orgasm. His mouth peppered gentle kisses along the insides of your thighs, sometimes licking and biting but never enough to truly hurt.

He withdrew his fingers from inside you and moved his face back up and gave a small kiss over your clit. Your body shuddered and you heard him chuckle. “So so sensitive for me, huh?” Danny said in a low voice and then proceeded to further his point as he blew against that sensitive spot that made your legs shake. Danny let out a hum of approval and then moved from his spot nestled between your legs to climb back over you.

You let your free hand that wasn’t still tangled in his hair come to dance along his arm. Feeling the hard, strong muscle of it. Danny leaned down and brought his mouth to yours while his hands caressed the side of your face and neck. When he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you were able to taste yourself on him and you let out a deep groan.

Danny dug his hips into you, and you could feel his hardness pushing against the inside of your thigh. You moaned against his lips and felt him shift his hips, so his length was brushing higher and higher.

“Please,” you moaned, grabbing the underside of his arm as you tried to push him further against your mouth. All he did was hum against your mouth and you felt his hand come off the side of your neck to grasp the edge of your dress. He tore his mouth from you and sat back on his heels while he pulled up the fabric of your dress. You too sat up, raising your arms over your head as he pulled the silk dress off of you and let it drop to the floor.

Danny’s eyes scanned up the expanse of your body, the two of you now completely naked and bare before each other. You saw his cock twitch while he took in the sight of you and felt his hand slide up your stomach and then crept higher, pressing his palm between your breasts. ‘You’re fucking beautiful.’

Blush crept onto your face, and you gave him a soft smile. He brought his hand to the side of your cheek and swept his finger over the top of it, returning the small smile on your face. He slowly brought his mouth to yours and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. ‘You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.’ Your lips started to move against his and you let yourself fall back against the bed and he fell with you. ‘Then please, give it to me Danny.’

Danny shuddered at your words and then shifted his hips, so he was closer to you. With his free hand, he grasped his length and began to drag it through your wet core. You moaned into his mouth, your back arching at the contact of him dragging his tip against your clit. ‘Just tell me if it’s too much’

You nodded and then you felt him drag his tip down further, so it was at your entrance. He pushed his hips and you felt him slip into you. Danny groaned and you let out a deep moan, your eyes growing wide at the sensation. He practically tore you in half. You gripped his bicep, and you watched his eyes that were fixated between your legs come to meet yours. ‘Shhh, just relax…you can take it. I’m not even all the way in yet.’

Your eyes grew wide but then you bit your lip and nodded to feel him give another push of his hips. Your back arched and Danny threw his head back, letting a moan slip past his lips. “Fuck Y/N.” He pulled his hips back and pressed into you again and you felt him slide in further, but you knew that still wasn’t all of him. You decided to wrap your legs around him and gave him a nudge to press into you further and he did.

“Oh, my Gods,” you screamed and felt your walls wrap around him as he pushed himself fully into you. Danny shuddered and fell onto his forearms to keep him upright. His mouth found yours and you felt your hands clawing at him to continue.

He brought his hips back, almost fully pulling himself out of you before he plunged himself deep into you. You gasped and your body lifted off the bed as pure pleasure swept over and encompassed you entirely. His pace was slow and steady–sloppy even but it made every inch of your body stand on end.

You brought your mouth back to his and let your hands travel along his back. Your finger gently grazed across the edge of his wings which made him let out a deep moan before you let them latch onto his shoulders. Your nails dug hard into his skin, puncturing it and you knew that marks would be left there. Good, you thought. You forever wanted to mark his entire body so he would forever be reminded that he was yours.

Danny moved his mouth away from yours and then you felt him bite where your neck met your shoulder. His teeth sunk in and all you could do was groan at the sensation. It hurt slightly but it felt so damn good.

He pushed away from you to grab both of your hips in his hands, angling your bottom half off of the bed and brought your body down against his. Something not short of a scream ripped through your chest while he continued to slam his hips into you, hard and utterly viscous. He told he wouldn’t hold anything back and he didn’t.

Each thrust of his hips knocked the breath out of you and your hands didn’t know where to reach, to grab for him, your own body, or the sheets beneath you. You were a complete fucking mess.

Danny’s muscles in his arms and across his stomach flexed while he pumped into you and the sight of him like this made your core tighten around him and a small curse fell from his lips. He bit his lip and watched where the two of you connected, the sound of wet skin ringing through the room.

Danny brought a hand off your hip and moved it between your legs and let his thumb circle against your clit. “Fuck Danny!” you cried and felt your legs start to shake. You felt them starting to close, only to be interrupted by his body between them and he smirked. His hand left your clit only to give you a small smack to the inside of your thigh as he pushed them open. “Don’t you fucking close those legs,” he growled and then his thumb was back to circling against your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head and your whole body trembled, feeling him hit that sweet spot hidden so far inside of you.

“D- Danny, I’m gonna cum,” you cried, your voice now sounding straightened and hoarse. “I know baby, I know. Let it happen. Cum for me,” he cooed. Your walls gripped him tightly and you felt him hiss. You tried your best to hold his eyes but found yourself unable to as they rolled back into your head.

One of your hands fisted the sheets and the other gripped his wrist tightly and soon you were plummeting into that fire. You shook beneath him and cried out, feeling that wave of pleasure sweep over your body. It felt like your soul was floating outside and above your body and the sheer pleasure that drove through you made tears start to form in your eyes. You felt yourself explode around him and you were left as a panting mess but that didn’t stop him.

Danny cursed and the grip he held on your thighs only tightened as he took you over and over again. With each powerful thrust he gave, you found yourself not knowing your name or seeming to remember you were a part of this world because this world, your world now belonged to him. The only thing you knew for certain was him. Danny. His name echoed like a chant inside your head and maybe it fell from your lips, but you were too encompassed by his actions and the pleasure he ripped out of you to know for sure.

He drove you further and further into that state of bliss where stars and colors danced with one another, and the sun and moon collided and filled the world in a fiery, bright flash. And then you felt it and you came utterly undone around him. Your body thrashed and withered underneath him and you felt the bond snap into place.

“Fuck Y/N!” he growled and continued with his merciless power, thrusting into your hard and deep while your body continued to shake around him. You knew in that moment he felt it too and it drove him utterly mad.

You could sense it in his body, the way he seemed to grow stronger and stronger with each thrust of his hips and it was either the dim lighting behind him but you swear that he seemed to glow.

With another couple of deep and powerful strokes, he collapsed on top of you, his chest now damp and sticky with sweat while he poured his release into you. Daniel’s breath was heavy and ragged, but his lips met with yours and his hips continued to find yours. ‘You’re mine Y/N. You’re fucking mine. You’re my fucking mate.’

“Say it,” you mumbled against his lips, already feeling him starting to coax another orgasm out of you. Danny gave another powerful thrust of his hips that rocked your entire body. “You’re my fucking mate,” he growled and the two of you found your release again and you traveled into that colorful world the two of you had created full of stars, light, and fire. He was yours and you were forever his. Your mate.

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emsfallingsky · 2 months

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okay yall i’m about halfway through writing this danny x acotar fic and it’s already approaching 13k words and hasn’t even gotten to the good stuff. do i split this up or do y’all just want a long ass fic??? cuz lowkey this could be a little mini series me think

#greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #jake kiszka #danny wagner #greta van fic #greta van smut #gvf smut #acotar fic #acotar #acotar smut

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emsfallingsky · 2 months

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🎤 is this thing on??? got something planned for all the greta and acotar fans out there;)

#greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #danny wagner #greta van fic #acotar #rhysand #cassian #azriel #batboys #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #greta van smut #gvf smut #jake gvf #velaris #acotar smut #acotar fic

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emsfallingsky · 3 months

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recently been feeling very unmotivated but kind of had an idea i wanna throw out. i’ve been super fixated on ACOTAR and was wondering how y’all would feel about ACOTAR x Greta little fic???

#greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #acotar #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #greta van fic

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emsfallingsky · 4 months

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wishing everyone a merry christmas to all those who celebrate<3

#greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #christmas

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emsfallingsky · 5 months

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guys i’m bored who you want a fanfic of???

#greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka

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emsfallingsky · 5 months

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y'all better get ready, im currently going back and revising an old fanfic I wrote over 2 years ago. currently on page 5 out of 241 and it hasn't even been fully written...hehehe

#greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #greta van fic

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emsfallingsky · 5 months

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hey all! just wanted to let you know that i’m probably gonna scrap all of our love. i don’t really know where it’s going BUT i will be returning with it once i figure out the direction i want it to go. with that being said…i do think i am going to remove it??? then reupload??? idk anyways…i am also working on some stuff:) hopefully will have something ethjng for you soon <3

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emsfallingsky · 5 months

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Temperance

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! M (s) female (d). kissing, name calling, cursing, praise, slapping, slight degradation, ending, orgasm denial, overstimulation, restraints, toy use, anal play, anal fingering,

“Please-fuck! Please,” Josh wined, bucking his hips up, trying to chase the feeling that you were now pulling away from him. The sound of the metal restraints clinking against the bed frame that were at either side of his head, making a smirk form across your face.

“Something you want, baby?” you asked him in a seductive tone while bringing your thumb to the tip of his cock, wiping away the precum that was beaded there. Josh let out a whine and threw his head back into the pillow.

You had been torturing him for hours. Letting him come so close and then ripping that feeling away from him without any hesitation. The first two or three times you could tell he was getting a kick out of it, a cocky smirk plastered on his face while he enjoyed the sight of you teasing his cock. Now, he had turned into a whining mess, begging, and pleading for you to make him cum. His chest now rose and fell heavily with each shuddering breath he took, and his soft curls now stuck to his forehead as a layer of sweat now glistened across his naked skin.

Each round was different, you had started off soft and easy, lightly dancing your fingertips across his stomach and up his thighs. He looked down at you watching while he leaned his head against the pillow. His eyes darted back and forth from your face and then to your hand, watching while you slowly dragged it along his skin. You would giggle when you saw his muscles jump as your fingers danced over a sensitive spot and when you brought your eyes up to look at him you could see his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

You had slowly worked up an easy going pace, teasing him with your hand and then with your mouth. The sight of him looking down at you while you took his cock into his mouth was a sight to behold. Josh’s brows were knit tightly together with his mouth parted in the perfect ‘o’. You could tell he was trying to refrain from bucking his hips up to fuck into your mouth by the way his thighs twitched underneath you.

When you found him getting closer, alerted by his soft moans and whimpers that fell from his mouth, you pulled away. Josh would whine and shoot his body forward, the clicking of the metal restraints telling you just how badly he wanted to reach out and touch you to pull you back to him. The muscles in his jaw flexed while he threw his head back down on the pillow, letting out a frustrated groan. He closed his eyes and took in a shaky deep breath before opening them and staring back at you. You could tell he was a complete mess, but he was trying his hardest to remain composed the best way he could.

Josh swallowed thickly and took in another deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he did. “Please mama,” he mumbled, his soft honey-colored eyes pleading with you to give in for just a moment.

“What baby? Tell me what you want,” you cooed, rubbing the palm of one of your hands up his thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. Josh looked down at you and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Wanna cum,” he mumbled.

“Hm?” you asked, gently licking your tongue over the tip of his cock. Josh shuddered and let out a soft groan, arching his back and slowly rolling his body towards you.

“Fuck! Let me fucking cum!” Josh hissed, losing his composure. The look he shot you would normally have made you freeze in your tracks but given the position he was in you knew for a fact he could do nothing about it.

You looked back at Josh and shot him a glare of your own, while you clicked your tongue. “That wasn’t very nice Joshy,” you replied back, pushing yourself up from where you were laying between his legs to now sit back on your heels.

Josh’s behavior immediately changed, and you watched him soften his face, his doe eyes looking up at you from under his lashes. “I’m sorry mama, I promise I won’t do it again. Just come back,” he pleaded.

You pushed yourself off the bed, looking at Josh to see him looking at you with a confused expression on his face. You gave him a soft smile which he returned but you could still see the wheels turning in his head while he tried to gather what you were planning.

You stepped over to the side of the bed and reached a hand out and stroked the top of his cheek. Josh turned his head to the side, closing his eyes as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You know you’re very pretty like this…fucked out and begging while your cock twitches and leaks for me,” you coo, tracing a fingertip down the center of his chest. Josh sucks in a breath and watches your finger while it comes to a halt right below his belly button only a few inches away from his cock. Your eyes stay fixated on his face, watching his reaction but out of the corner of your eye you can see his dick bob up and down, eliciting just the reaction you were hoping for. The tip of his cock is covered in his own arousal. When you see it twitch, you also see the thin string that connects it from the tip of his cock to where it rests along his abdomen.

Josh notices the sudden softness in your voice and perks his head, a small gleam of hope in his eyes. “Yeah?” he breathed breathlessly, “you think so?”

You bite your lip and hum out a response of approval while removing your hand from his abdomen to brush away the loose strands of hair that now stuck to his forehead. “Of course, I do…,” you say, giving a soft smile, “But.”

You watch Josh’s demeaned change suddenly at your words and see his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat. “But?” Josh mumbles.

You comb your fingers through his untamed curls and then grip him at the root, tugging so he’s forced to tilt his chin upward. “But you haven’t been behaving nicely and we can’t just let that slide now, can we?”

Josh’s let’s out a small groan when you tug at his hair, but you can tell he secretly enjoys it by the way his cock twitches below him. “No,” Josh whines, “we can’t.”

You smile down at him and move your face close to his and press a soft kiss to his lips before releasing your grip on his hair. Josh moans into the kiss and you once again hear the restraints rattle.

Stepping away from the kiss, you turn around and walk over to the dresser. “W-what are you doing mama?” Josh asks, his voice sparking curiosity.

You pull open one of the drawers and begin to rummage around, searching for the one thing you had set your mind on. You push away a pair of socks in the back of the drawer, revealing the item you had been searching for. You smirk and grab ahold of it and then turn back to face Josh.

Josh looks at you and then quickly glances at the item in your hands. In your hand was a fleshlight you knew Josh kept hidden in the back of the dresser. “Fuck mama, you’re gonna fuckin kill me,” Josh sighs, pressing his head back against the pillow.

A smirk pulls at your face, and you start to walk over to the bed, opening the drawer to the nightstand. You quickly find the bottle of lube laying inside the drawer and pull it out. “You think you can handle it?

Josh swallows and looks back at the toy in your hand. You can see his breathing start to pick up again and you know you’ve piqued his interest.

“Yeah, yeah I can,” Josh rushed out quickly. You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head to the side, wondering if he would truly be able to handle it.

“You gonna be a good boy?” you ask, opening up the lube and squirting some of it inside the toy. Josh lets out a soft whimper and quickly nods his head.

“P-promise mama. I’ll be so fucking good,” he rushed out, seeming rather eager at the idea of you using his toy on him.

You finish squirting the lube into the toy and then dip your middle and index finger into it, spreading the liquid around to coat the inside of it. “Fine,” you say, tossing the bottle of lube onto the bed and then proceeding to climb on it. You swung a leg over the top of him, position yourself a little lower on his thighs as you straddled him.

“But” you say, grabbing hold of the base of his cock, hovering the toy right above his tip. “You can’t fucking cum.” And with that, you press the toy down, agonizingly slow onto his tip.

“Fuck, fuck,” Josh groans, trying his best to steady his body that had already began to shudder. He thrashed his head from side to side, closing his eyes for a brief second while he desperately tried to fight against his body’s reactions. His thighs twitched beneath you, and you could feel the slight rock of his hips as he tried to buck them up. You placed your free hand on the side of his hip, pushing it back down into the mattress. “Uh-uh, you know better.”

Josh took in a deep breath, his eyes still shut. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat and with each breath he took, you could see his chest now rising and falling at a slow and steady rhythm.

“There you go baby,” you cooed while slowly pushing the toy all the way down onto him. Josh’s mouth parted and a breathy moan pushed past his lips. You bit your lip and watched Josh while you began a slow and steady rhythm over him. His head was turned to the side, highlighting his strong nose and the tops of his cheeks which were now flushed with a light shade of pink. His eyes were still shut which made you turn your attention to his long dark lashes that touched the very top of his rosy cheeks. He always looked beautiful but seeing him like this was your favorite.

Josh let out soft moans and whimpers while you continued to glide the toy over him. His hands that were restrained at his sides were bawled into loose fists, riding out the wave of pleasure that now coursed through his body.

“Open your eyes for me. Want you to watch while I fuck you,” you whispered. Josh slowly opened his eyes, looking at your face with lids lowered halfway making him look completely fucked out. You peered back at him with a small grin but then found yourself letting out a low groan as you watched his eyes flick down to your hand that was slowly moving the toy over him. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth which made you glance at the small gap between his front teeth. Josh let out a soft groan, leaning his whole body back against the pillow as he fully submerged himself in his own pleasure.

A cocky grin startled to tug at the corner of Josh’s mouth now knowing the effects he was now starting to place on you. You had to give it to him, even though he was in no place to try and provoke or challenge you, he always knew the best way to get yourself riled up even if your attention was fully placed on him.

“Watch it,” you hissed, breaking up the slow rhythm by slamming the toy all the way down on him and holding it still so he was buried inside. Josh lurched forward but then was quickly pulled back by the restraints. His brows were knitted tightly together, and his jaw was loose, letting a moan escape past them.

“Fuck mama!” he grunted, pushing his hips up against the toy, burying himself further into the soft, silky walls of the toy. This time, you didn’t try and push his hips back down and let him chase it, knowing you soon were going to rip it away.

“Yeah?” you quipped, cocking a brow at him while you slowly pulled the toy off of him and plunged it back down. Josh let out a hoarse moan from deep in his chest and nodded his head slowly while darting his eyes back and forth from your face to the toy.

“Good,” you said and began a steady pace over him. Now the room was filled with Josh’s cries of pleasure and the lewd sounds that came from the toy each time you plunged it down on him.

You let yourself watch, your eyes casting down to watch your fist gripping the toy as you worked it over him. Each time you pulled the toy upward, you could see the sticky mess that was created, clinging to the base of his cock and slowly dripped down to cover his balls. You felt your own lids get heavy with lust seeing the sight before you. “God, you’re a fucking mess,” you muttered.

Josh met your eyes and slowly nodded while pulling his bottom lip back between his teeth. “I know mama," he panted, “you always make such a mess out of me.”

A soft groan left you and you flicked your eyes back down to watch. You kept the same steady rhythm over him and let your free hand start to rub against his thigh, squeezing and kneading at the firm muscle. You shifted yourself further back on his thighs, so you now were sitting just above his knee.

With each pass of your hand, you let it come higher and higher. This time when you slid it back up, you let your thumb graze the side of his balls. Josh let out a groan, his eyes finding yours. You saw the enticing gleam in his eye, which made your blood start to rush with excitement.

You slowly started to move your hand over and softly cupped his balls in your hand. Josh let out a moan and arched his back which only made him press himself further into your hand the toy that you were still working over him. You started to roll them around in your hand and you watched Josh’s reaction.

He was a panting and whining mess with his chest now rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm unlike before. You could tell he was getting more and more worked up, but you weren’t quite done teasing him and the both of you knew it.

Josh closed his eyes for a moment and rolled his neck, the veins on the side of his neck poking out a bit while he took in a shuddering breath before he opened his eyes and stared at you. His pupils were blown completely wide and the warm brightness that was usually held in his eyes was completely stripped away. “Please,” he muttered, his bottom lip hanging down a bit letting you see the saliva that coated it while his eyes pouring into you desperately pleading with you.

“Please what?” you asked nonchalantly, pretending you didn’t have an idea as to what he was asking for. You cupped his balls a bit harder which made him flare his nostrils a bit and his eyes roll backwards. He shut his eyes for a second before he shook his head from side to side, clearing his clouded mind. His eyes locked back with yours and you watched as he tilted his head down a bit to further catch your eyes. God he always looked so good when he was begging…

“You know what I want, baby,” he whispered.

“You’re right…I do know,” you hummed back to him. Your eyes then darted to the side, glancing at the bottle of lube resting next to you. Your eyes flicked back up to him and you watched as his own danced around your face, trying to figure out if you were truly going to give him what he wanted.

You let out a sigh and nodded. “You have been really good for me….,” you replied, and you instantly saw Josh’s eyes grow wide with excitement. “But. I swear to God you better not fucking cum Josh,” you said through gritted teeth.

Josh quickly nodded, “I won’t, I promise I won’t,” Josh rushed out. You nodded and let out a soft hum of approval. You pulled your hands away from, keeping the toy on him as it laid against his stomach. You reached to the side of you, grabbing the bottle of lube and popped open the cap. You gently shook the bottle and then squeezed the clear liquid onto your pointer and middle fingers.

You closed the bottle and tossed it aside as you began to spread the lube over your fingers by letting them rub against the pad of your thumb. When you looked back at Josh, you saw him looking back at you staring intently at what you were doing. You reached forward and took the toy back in your grasp, making Josh shudder ever so slightly.

You started to move the toy back over him, picking back up the steady pace you were using before. You let your other hand move downward, grazing over the top of his balls before continuing their decent lower. Your middle finger was the first to make contact with his entrance and you slowly started to swirl your finger around it. Josh let out a strangled moan and bucked his hips up, making your finger slide over him again.

“Yeah? Does that feel good Joshy?” you asked in a soft voice, slowly adding more pressure as you continued to swirl your finger around him. All Josh could do was respond with a nod of his head, too far gone by the feeling of you moving the toy on him and the added feeling of your finger as it swirled at his entrance.

You wanted to catch him off guard, so you suddenly started to move the toy over him quickly which made him curse loudly and thrash his body around. You continued to work over him and when he squeezed his eyes closed and let out a loud groan, you slipped your finger inside of him.

Josh’s breath was caught in his chest and his eyes quickly flew open and settled on you. “O-oh fuck,” he moaned, lifting his hips up to meet the rhythm of the toy as you pressed it down on him. You slowed the rhythm of the toy down just a bit and began to slide your finger in and out of Josh.

Again, the sound of the restraint clinking drew your attention to them, and you watched one of Josh’s bawled fists flex outward before he pressed it back into a tight fist. You continued your movements with your eyes fixated on every part of him. You had done this so many times that you now knew exactly how to calculate when he would tip over the edge.

The slight twitch of the muscle in his abdomen alerted you along with his now staggered breathing. You began to toe the line, switching up the rhythm of the toy and seeing just how long you could drag it out. Josh started to whine, and his shaky breaths told you just how close he was.

“Don’t you fucking do it,” you hissed through your teeth, flashing him a stern look. Josh swallowed thickly and nodded his head. You held his eye contact and curled your finger upward. Josh’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he turned his face to the side and bit down on his bicep to stifle his moan.

“Mama please I-I can’t,” Josh whimpered. You let out a sigh and slowly pulled the toy off of him but kept your finger inserted in him.

“Fine,” you said, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You knew even without the toy; he would still be just as close with your finger pumping inside of him. You started to pump into him with a steady rhythm watching his face and chest now become covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the light.

You slid your finger out of him, rubbing a small circle over his entrance and then added your other finger and pushed into him. Josh let out a deep moan and threw his head back while you began to work both of your fingers in him.

“Fuck baby feels so fucking good,” he moaned.

“I know baby fuck- you look so fucking good,” you hummed back, taking in the sight of him completely losing control over himself.

When you start to pump your fingers faster into him, you could tell that he was starting to teeter over that edge again. You didn’t let up your movements though, you continued at the same pace not giving into him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Josh moaned, trashing his head to the side. You watched as his dick started to twitch and the muscle in his stomach started to tighten. “Mama, I-I’m gonna cum. Can I please fucking cum?”

You shook your head and continued to pump your fingers. “No Joshy, not just yet.”

“Baby- ah fuck! Please!” Josh cried.

“Don’t you fucking do it Josh,” you hissed. Josh tried to calm himself down by taking in deep breaths, but you knew it was no good. You curled both of your fingers which made him cry out and then pulled your fingers out of him, but it was too late.

Josh cock started to twitch, and you watched as his cum spurted from his tip and coated his stomach. Josh’s head was thrown back against the pillow, his Adam's apple on full display. He turned his head to the side, rubbing his damp forehead against the inside of his bicep before he turned to you. His eyes were the first thing you noticed, and you watched as they softened and looked at you apologetically.

You took in a deep breath, turning your head to the side and clicking your tongue against your teeth. “Thought you promised me you wouldn’t?”

“Mama please! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to I-I just…fuck it felt so good,” Josh stuttered out, trying to regain control of his breathing.

“Oh! Well, if that’s the case,” you chirped out, “Then it’s fine,” you said with a warm smile.

Josh frowned; a look of confusion come over his face. “Wait really?” Josh asked, letting a relieved sigh follow him.

“No,” you said sternly. You immediately reached for his cock and grasped it firmly in your hand. Josh let out a whine and when you swiped your thumb over his tip, he bucked his hips up and cursed at you. “Still a bit sensitive?”

“Mmm, yes mama,” Josh breathed out, “very sensitive.”

“Too bad,” you said and then started to stroke his cock quickly. The combination of the lube that was still left on his cock and the cum that coated the tip of his cock, made your hand slide over him with ease.

Josh’s breathing picked up again and his whole body seemed to twitch beneath you. His hands yanked hard against the restraints, and you could see the veins on the tops of his hands and arms poke out. “Fucking christ! Fuck you!” Josh hissed.

You clenched your jaw and when you stroked him upward again, squeezed ever so slightly on his tip. You leaned forward, your face hovering right over his. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Josh’s eyes held yours and you saw him glare at you. “I said…fuck yo-”. He was immediately cut off by you bringing your hand up and delivering a sharp smack to the side of his face. Josh’s head turned to the side, and you watched him push his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You could tell that your sudden reaction had secretly turned him on by the way his cock twitched in your hand.”

“Fucking brat! God! And you were doing so well,” you said, clicking your tongue against your teeth. Josh let out a deep sigh, but you could see the corner of his lip twitching as he forced away a smile. You did the same and pressed a soft kiss to his nose before straightening yourself back up over top of him.

You continued to stroke your hand over him, and you watched his eyes slip shut. It wasn’t long before he started to shake again, still riding the wave of his first orgasm. “Fuck mama, I’m so fucking close,” Josh whined.

“Good baby good,” you whispered softly, sliding your hand up his shaft and twisting your wrist once you got to his tip.

“Fuck! Can I? Can I please cum,” Josh pleaded, looking deep into your eyes. You battled it around in your head, but you knew you had put him through enough tonight. When you slowly nodded your head, you watched as relief flooded over his face.

You picked up your pace again and when Josh started to shake you slipped your other hand down and pushed your finger back into him. “Cum for me,” you said, curling your finger upward.

That was all he needed before he came completely undone, cumming harder than he had the first time. He squirmed beneath you, his legs shaking, and cock twitching as warm spurts added to the mess that he had already made on his stomach. You let out a hum of approval and slowed both of your hands, steadying them. Josh laid there panting before you, soft moans slipping past him while he rode out the length of his orgasm.

When he finally calmed down, he opened his eyes back up and gave you a toothy grin. You smiled back, pulling both of your hands away from him. You scooted yourself higher over him and leaned yourself forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you let your face hover only a few inches away from his. “So good baby,” you said, bringing a hand up to wipe away the sweat that was beaded at his forehead.

Josh let out a deep sigh, his face now looking completely relaxed as a wall of exhaustion now hit him. “You know I love you, but can you please get these off of my hands,” Josh said with a slight chuckle. You chuckled back and nodded, leaning yourself up while you started to undo the restraints.

Once they were off of his wrist, his hands immediately grabbed onto you, holding you close to him. His hands slid up and down your sides, softly gliding along the fabric of your shirt. You let out a soft him, sinking into the feeling of his gentle touches.

“You made quite a mess,” you said, glancing down to his stomach. Josh chuckled and followed your gaze.

“Guess I did.”

“Shouldn’t be too pleased with yourself, didn’t even tell you that you could the first time,” you said, cocking a brow but now hiding the smile that was on your face.

“I know baby I know but fuck…you know I love your hands. They feel so good.”

You smiled at him and gave him a knowing look. “Oh, trust me I know…”

“Won’t happen again I promise,” Josh said softly, grinning back at you.

“You say that but we both know how you are…you and that fucking temper of yours. So impatient,” you quipped back, pressing a kiss to the top of his cheek. Josh blushed a bit and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah...I know. Now…let me take care of you,” Josh said and grabbed your waist and flipped you, so you now were on your back with him hovering between your legs.

“Oh!” you said, raising your eyebrows while you looked up at him.

Josh leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Hands up mama…it’s your turn now.”

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emsfallingsky · 5 months

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Enchanted

Pairing: Danny X female!reader

Word count: 7.4k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! sexually explicit content, unprotected sex, (kissing, fingering, choking, name calling, praise, edging, cursing, spanking, restraints, dirty talk, degradation, breeding kink, katoptronophilia ;)

It was now starting to become late and the wine you had been sipping on was no longer doing the trick of getting you through the night. You let out a sigh, throwing your head back against the arm of the chair you were sprawled across. You had been sitting here for the past two hours waiting for Danny to get back home.

Normally you wouldn’t be upset knowing that he was having a good time at the bar with his brothers, surely getting the ol’ Kiszka birthday special. But tonight was different. You had decided you wanted to do something a little different…a little special so he would have something to look forward to when he came home tonight.

So, there you sat, wearing a black silk robe, which was now barely tied around your middle, coming loose from the hours of waiting. Underneath the black robe was a new lingeire set that you had picked out the week before.

It was a black lace set that had red accents springkled throughout it. The edges of the set were trimmed with black and red stiches along the sides of the bra and around the hemline of the thong. The mateiral was sheer and see-through, allowing nothing to keep from being hidden and concealed. What tied the whole set together was the tiny red bows found in the center of the bra and on the top edge of the thong. A little something for him to tear into…

You had washed your hair and styled it and then because you were already in the shower, proceed to shave your legs and wash your body with with the hopes of smelling like a bath and body works at the end. You decided to apply more makeup than usual for ‘lounging around the house’, this time being secretly a little more for yourself than his.

You had just about given up on waiting, blowing out a puff of air between your lips and setting your lipstick-stained wineglass down on the table after hearing shuffling come from the other side of the door. You looked up at the door, quickly retying your robe around you before the door opened.

Danny entered the house, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket before his eyes swept over the room and landed on you. “Hey bab- oh…wow,” Danny said, before I stood up from the chair and started walking over to him, revealing the sleek black robe.

You watched Danny’s eyes grow dark with a hungry flare sparking in his eyes. His eyes moved over your body as you approached him, running up and down your body, hidden by the robe. Danny pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and let out a hum as you stopped in front of him. He raised one of his hands, running his finger along the inside of the robe by your chest. “And what’s all this?” he asked, in a low voice that made your body shiver.

“Your birthday present,” you replied back, keeping your eyes on his face as his danced all over you. You watched him watch his over finger that was tracing the fabric of your robe, letting his stare linger on the top of your chest. You felt him dip his finger under the fabric and start to pull it open, but you quickly swatted at his hand, making him pull back.

“What was that for?” Danny asked, cocking a brow up.

“Not yet,” you whispered, placing a gentle kiss against his earlobe. Danny hissed and clutched your waist, pulling you closer to him. You reached out and placed a steady hand on his chest. “Wait,” you said, before you walked away and grabbed your wine glass and went into the kitchen.

You walked over to the cupboard and pulled another wine glass down for Danny, setting it beside yours. You grabbed the bottle of red you had been nursing on all night and began to pour him and yourself a glass. “And how was your night?” you asked, turning your head to look over at Danny who was making his way into the kitchen.

Danny stopped and leaned against the counter, his eyes still visibly running over your body. “It was good, they got me properly fucked up,” Danny said with a smirk, You let out a small laugh, handing him his glass. He thanked you and brought it to his lips and took a small sip.

“Are you still fucked up now?” you asked, taking your glass in your hand, and leaning against the counter beside him. Danny shook his head.

“Not anymore, now I’m just a little buzzed,” Danny said, sending a wink your way as he took another sip from his glass. You let out a small hum, smiling at him from over the rim of your glass.

Danny sighed, setting his glass down on the counter and crossed his arms in front of him. “C’mon baby, please don’t make me wait,” Danny pleaded, reaching out to grab the end of the robe tie that hung down beside you. He started to fidget with the end of it, running over the soft fabric between his fingers.

You smirked and turned to him, taking a step forward. “Awe but it’s so fun to keep you waiting.”

Danny raised his eyebrows and nodded playfully, “True…but it is my birthday, and I very much would like to see what you’re wearing under that,” Danny said, bringing his head close to you and then proceeded to run the tip of his nose along the side of your neck.

Instantly, you threw your head back, allowing him more access as a small groan escaped you. Danny brushed his lips against the sensitive skin, making you reach a hand out and grab his bicep, pulling him closer to you. “Thought you wanted to keep me waiting?” he mumbled against your neck, before nipping your earlobe.

“Changed my mind,” you mumbled, sliding your hand up his arm to grip onto the top of his shoulder. You pulled him closer against you as he continued to press kisses along your neck. Danny then moved up to the side of your jaw before lightly brushing his lips against your own.

You both melted into the kiss, pushing your bodies and lips closer together. One of his hands gripped your hips while the other weaved into your hair, holding the back of your neck while he deepened the kiss. You felt his tongue slide out, licking over the bottom of your lip before it entered your mouth and collided with your own tongue. You were still able to taste the lingering alcohol on him from his night out. That and combined with the smell of his cologne was enough to make your head spin.

A small moan escaped you as you pressed yourself further against him, but Danny pulled back with a smirk on his face. Your hands clutched the fabric of his shirt, trying to draw him back to you but he didn’t budge. “Baby please,” you begged, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

“No look at the one who’s eager,” Danny quipped in a low voice, running his hand down the outside of your thigh so it caught the edge of your robe. He ran it back up, letting his hand slide under the fabric so now his hand was making contant with your bare skin.

As his hand came higher to your hip, he stopped it as soon as he felt the lacy fabric of your thong. Danny smirked and let out a soft hum while looking down at you. “I’ll let you get what you want if you let me see what’s under this.”

You stared back at him biting your bottom lip. After a few seconds of debating, you knew you wouldn’t be able to say no so you nodded your head. Danny smirked and moved his hand out from under the robe, bringing it to the middle as he grabbed the small piece of fabric keeping the robe shut. He softly began tugging on it and you watched his eyes grow wide as it fell open. He bit his bottom lip while starting at your body, his eyes not seeming to be able to focus on just one area as they darted around.

Danny placed his hand on the top of your hip, slowly bringing his eyes back up to you. “God baby, you look so fucking good. You did this all for me?” Danny asked, letting his eyes roam again before they landed on your chest. You looked up at him and nodded. You watched the muscles in his jaw bulge as he clenched his jaw and let out a slow breath.

He slowly took a step back, bringing his hand to his bottom lip as he took in the full sight of you. “Fuck,” he mumbled before walking back towards you. Danny gripped your hip and spun you around so now your stomach was pressed against the edge of the counter. “Feel what you’re doing to me baby?” he whispered against your neck, while pressing himself against your ass. Beneath the thing fabric of your robe, you were able to feel his hardness straining beneath his jeans as he pressed himself to you.

“Danny,” you groaned, while gripping the edge of the counter and pushing yourself back against him. The grip he had on your hip tightened and you heard a low rumble from him. He pushed your hair back, so the side of your neck was exposed and slowly started to place kisses along it. You sunk into the feeling, closing your eyes and leaning your head back while he found that sweet spot where you neck met your shoulder.

Danny started to place soft kisses, holding you in place with his hand while his other started to rub over the front of your thigh. You bit your lip trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape you as you felt his hand start to slide higher up your thigh. While your mouth may have been good at keeping quiet, your body had a mind of its own. Your hips started to squirm under his touch as his hand continued to glide higher up your thigh. You felt his other hand hold your hip in place while he pressed up against you, pinning you to the counter. “Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” he quipped, before he softly nipped your neck.

He continued to tease you, sliding his hand up and down your thigh but never quite getting to the spot that was now dripping for him. Danny could sense you growing frustrated especially after you let a small whimper escape you. You heard him chuckle and press his nose to the side of your neck before he spoke, “something you want love?”

You swallowed and quickly nodded your head against him, while trying your best not to squirm beneath him.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Touch me,” you breathed out, “please touch me.”

That was all you needed to say before you felt one of Danny’s fingers swipe through the middle of your panties. Your body immediately jolted, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the counter, and a whiny moan escaped you. “Is that what you wanted, baby?” he asked.

Again, you quickly nodded while biting your bottom lip. You heard Danny hum behind you and felt his finger press against your clit. He didn’t move it, he just held it there against you. You let out a high moan and found yourself trying to move your hips against the tip of his finger, eager to get some relief to the spot that was now aching.

“That’s cute. Does my little girl wanna fuck my fingers?” Danny called from behind you. You no longer compared how desperate you looked, all you wanted was for him to touch you.

“Danny please,” you whimpered, turning your head a bit to look at him so he was able to see the desperation written on your face.

“Awe poor baby…guess I’ll have to-”

You gasped, feeling his finger press further against your clit and start to draw small circles against it. “Oh god,” you moaned, throwing your head back against his shoulder. Danny pressed a kiss to the side of your temple before resting his chin on your head.

“Yeah? Right there baby?” he asked, pressing his finger harder against your clit, continuing to draw circles against it. You moan and move your head from beneath Danny’s chin, letting it fall forward while your jaw hangs loosely.

Danny pulls his finger away and you are about to let out a groan of frustration but then you feel his fingers working into the side of your thong, quickly pulling the aside. This time when he runs a finger through your wetness, you aren’t the only one left moaning. “God, you’re always so fucking wet for me.”

He started back on drawing circles around your clit but this time worked his fingers a bit faster, making you feel a tingle start to build in the bottom of your stomach. Your hips had started to rock against his hand and luckily this time, he allowed it.

Your body was pushed up against the counter with your head hanging down, but you slowly raised it. In front of you, you could see the window and in it, the reflection of you and Danny. You let yourself stare at the reflection, watching his hand deep down between your legs and rub against you. You could feel your knees start to buckle at the sight.

Danny’s fingers worked between your legs with ease, stroking and sliding around that certain spot that filled you with utmost pleasure. His lips continued to work on the side of your neck, making further pleasure sweep throughout your entire body. He turned his head ever so slightly and in the reflection of the window, you were able to see his eyes now on yours. You heard a breathy chuckle right by your ear and felt his breath against your skin making you let out a low pitched whine as you rocked your hips on him.

“Like watching baby? Like watching me play with your pussy?” Danny cooed into your ear, his cheek now resting against the side of your head. You nodded against him and watched his eyes on you in the window as they studied your face. Some loose strands of hair started to fall in front of it but Danny gentle swiped them away with his free hand. “So pretty for me baby.”

The way Danny’s eyes were set on you in the reflection was something that would forever scar your memory. His soft spoken and sweet demeanor was dropped completely and instead someone who was mischievous and daunting now took his place. You liked being able to see not only him, but yourself in the reflection. Your eyes wandered across your own body, taking in its shapes and the slight curve of your hip, still concealed by the soft fabric that hung around you. Your eyes danced back and forth from his face to your own, watching your own reactions when Danny pressed against that special spot and made you melt into the palm of his hand.

You were a moaning and panting mess as you watched Danny in the reflection. His dark eyes stayed on yours and in the reflection, you could see the dangerous gleam in them that let you know how badly he wanted you. You could feel that coil deep inside you starting to grow tighter and tighter with each stroke of his finger and when you felt it about to snap, he took his hand away. A strangled whine left your lips, and your thighs shook from the buildup that ultimately led to nowhere.

“Poor girl,” Danny said with a tsk. “Always so needy…you should know by now that the longer you whine, beg and squirm, the longer it’s gonna be love.”

You knew he was right but still couldn’t muffle the whine that pushed past your lips. You had a death grip on the edge of the counter, half of it being out of frustration, the other half was to make sure you kept yourself upright.

“Tell me what you want love” Danny whispered into your ear. You bit your lip, not wanting to voice the only thought that was invading your mind. Instead, you rocked your hips again and in doing so, was given a hard smack to the inside of your high. You jumped a bit at the surprise and watched his face in the mirror, seeing him cock one of his eyebrows up, scolding you.

“Uh-uh, use your fucking words,” Danny growled into your ear. You took a deep breath and met his eyes in the mirror.

“Want your fingers on me,” you replied breathlessly.

“What was that?” Danny asked, letting the tip of his finger slide under the edge of your underwear as he teased you.

“I said, I want your finger-” you repeated, but were cut off by feeling him slide his middle finger deep inside of you. The sound that came out of you was crossed between a gasp and a moan. He slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you, letting you get used to the feeling of having him there. On instinct, your back arched further into him, reminding you of his own excitement that was pressed behind you and getting harder by the minute. Danny chuckled behind you, “heard you the first time, just wanted to hear you beg for it again.”

Danny’s hand came off the side of your head and snaked around your middle, pulling you close to him while he continued to pump his finger in you. You could tell he was taking his time, calculating each movement, and drawing them out to make sure they hit that special spot buried deep inside of you.

Hidden moans came out from deep within your chest, feeling the tip of his finger catch g-spot with each stroke. Danny pulled his finger out just enough and this time, let his other finger join, plunging deep inside of you. You gasped feeling the sudden stretch but quickly welcomed it.

The wet sounds that were coming from between your legs should’ve made you feel ashamed and embarrassed, but you were too drunk off the high he was giving you to care. From behind you, you could not only hear, but feel the deep rumble coming from his chest with each moan he let out.

His other hand that was wrapped around your waist, then came down between your legs and you felt the tip of his finger start to rub against your clit. A high-pitched squeak came from you and you let your hand come between your legs, to clutch his wrist. “D-Danny,” you moaned.

“I know baby, just let it happen…gonna make you feel so good.”

You could quickly feel your orgasm building up with the combined stimulation from his fingers working quickly over you. Your limbs started to feel weightless and all the thoughts you once had in your head seemed to crumble and drift into stardust that went and spread itself somewhere far beyond. Your legs started to shake and your free hand that was clutching the counter, was now scratching the surface of it as you held on. You let out a deep groan, closing your eyes as you felt yourself start to walk over that line that would lead you down a road of bliss.

“Look at me, let me see those eyes baby,” Danny softly cooed into your ear. You did as he said, forcing yourself to keep your eyes set on him in the reflection. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see yourself with your mouth parted and a deep crease carved between your brows.

You willed yourself to keep your eyes set on him as you felt your body start to shake around him. He watched you in the window, muttering sweet words of praise as you felt yourself start to unfold. You cried out and scratched the top of his hand with your fingernails as you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you. You slumped forward against the counter, panting and moaning as you let your body surrender to him fully. Danny’s movements slowed and he let your shuddering body do the work instead, slowly grinding on his fingers.

You stayed slumped against the counter, catching your breath, and felt Danny’s lips brush against the top of your shoulder as he gave it a light kiss. “You okay baby?” he whispered against your skin. You nodded and met his eyes again in the reflection and saw a soft smile stretch across his face. “Good, cause were just getting started.”

Danny grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up off of the counter, so your back was pressed his chest once again. His fingers were still inside of you and you groaned when you felt him slowly draw them out. His grip was still on your shoulder, and you felt him tighten it as he spun you around to face him.

Your eyes were now set on his, this time without the barrier in between you too. Danny’s eyes danced across your face, and you watched him smirk, that dark spark flaring in his eyes once again. You then were left speechless as you watched him bring his hand to his face, the tips of his fingers coated and gleaming with your wetness. He glanced down at his fingers for s plit second then back at your face as he brought the wet digits to his mouth and brought them into his mouth.

Danny held your eyes as he sucked you off of his fingers, eliciting a deep groan from him as he tasted you. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, the bottom of his lip wet with you. “God…you taste so fucking good baby,” he growled, “wanna taste?”

You looked at him, your eyes half lidded and low from still feeling the linger effects of your orgasm on your body. You slowly nodded your head, and you watched the corner of his mouth turn up into a smile before he brought his hand to cup the side of your cheek as he leaned in.

When your lips met, you could taste the combination of the lingering wine, mixed with the taste of your own arousal. You instantly groaned at the taste, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him further into you. Danny’s hand began to wander across your body, sliding against the soft fabric of your robe. His hands pawed at the back of your thighs and then came up to squeeze your ass, making you let out a soft whimper against him.

Danny pulled away and looked at you, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You gonna give me my birthday present?” You quickly nodded, watching a soft smile appear on his face as he took your hand and started to lead you towards the bedroom.

He shut the door behind you, leaving you standing in the middle of the room with you back faced towards him. The sound of the lock clicking sent a shudder through your body, feeling the excitement and anticipation start to take course.

You could feel Danny approach you, his chest just grazing over your back. He moved your hair out of your face, placing it behind his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. The two of you both sunk into the embrace, feeling your bodies melt against one another. Danny pressed a kiss to the side of your temple, and you let out a hum of approval, closing your eyes and tilting your head into him.

Danny let out a soft chuckle before loosening his grip around you. He gently grabbed the side of your arm, turning you around to face him. He smiled down at you and brought his hand up so his thumb could swipe against the top of your cheek. His eyes then went down your body, taking in the sight of you in the lingerie. “Take this off,” Danny said softly, moving his hand down to your shoulder as he brushed against the silky fabric.

You nodded and gripped the side of the robe by your shoulders, slowly letting it fall to the floor. Danny bit his lip seeing you now standing before him with nothing shielding your body. He let out a soft hum, taking a step back to let himself see you fully. “Fuck baby,” he mumbled, rubbing his hand around the sides of his mouth.

Danny then took a step forward, letting his hand grab your hip while he started down at your chest. You could see a thought strike him by seeing the sudden twitch of a muscle in his face and the way he darted his eyes to the corner of the room before looking back at you. “So…you like watching, hm? You felt yourself blush a bit but his warm smile was enough to put you at ease. You giggled and bit your bottom lip before you slowly nodded.

Danny’s eyes then glanced to the side of the room again. “Well…then let’s watch,” he said, before grabbing your hand and leading you over to the full-length mirror propped against the wall.

He led you over to it, stopping you a few feet in front of it, taking place behind you. The top of his hovered just above your shoulder and you could see his eyes wander across your body before settling on your eyes. His hands slowly slid up the length of your arms, making goosebumps form across your skin before they stopped to rest at the top of your shoulders. “Does that feel good love?” You swallowed thickly as you nodded, your eyes still holding his. “Good…”

You watched Danny in the reflection, one of his thumbs softly rubbing small circles into your shoulder while the other started to slide down your arm. You then watched it move to clutch your side, his fingers digging into the skin. His hand then slid up your side, lingering a bit as they danced up to your rib cage. You squirmed a bit under his touch feeling the tips of his fingers tickle against your skin, making Danny let out a small chuckle. “Relax baby.”

His hand then slid upwards, the tip of his fingers now grazing the underwire of your lace bra. His hand stopped there, and you flicked your eyes up to watch his face in the mirror. His dark eyes were fixated on watching his hand but then it was like he could feel you watching his face as his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

You watched a daunting smirk spread across his face as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck that made the hair on your body stand up on end. Danny moved his thumb up and let it gently graze over the top of your nipple still concealed by the sheer lace fabric. In an instant, you felt your nipple harder against his featherlike touch. “You know this thing is fucking killing me. I can see every little thing but can’t fucking touch it…fucking tease,” Danny tsked while pinching your nipple between his fingers making you cry out.

Danny smirked at you in the mirror, continuing to roll your nipple between his fingers while you watched the other one come off your shoulder and start to slide down your body. He let it rest on your lower stomach, his fingers brushing against the top of the thong. “Love how I can see your pretty little pussy through these too. I can see how wet she is for me,” he cooed into your ear.

You bit your lip and groaned, pushing your body against him. In the reflection of the mirror, you watched Danny bite his lip and close his eyes for a second, trying to maintain his composure. He stared back at you, the dangerous flare in his eyes consuming his iris and making his eyes appear black. He then moved his hand away from your nipple to slide right up to your neck. You watched the muscles in his jaw flex as he tightened his grip around your throat. “Get on the fucking bed,” he growled.

Danny released his hand off of your neck and you quickly crawled onto the bed, turning around on it while you leaned back against your hands with your legs spread ever so slightly for him.. He turned to you, raising a hand up to grab the back of his shirt and tug it off with a single fluid movement. He tossed the shirt to the floor and stood still looking at you, his eyes raking over your body and settling between your legs, making him let out a groan.

Danny pushed his tongue to the side of the cheek and then held a singular finger out to you, telling you to wait. He turned back around, walked over to the mirror, and picked it up, dragging it over to reposition it at the end of your bed.

Danny set the mirror down and turned back towards you while he started to undo his belt. “Wanna watch…then lets fucking watch,” Danny said with a cold stare before he climbed on the bed and positioned himself on top of you. He started to kiss you, grinding his hardness against your leg.

You quickly reached down to his belt buckle that was open and now hanging on his hips. You didn’t feel like wasting anymore time as you began to pull down the zipper of his pants. Danny groaned into your mouth and gently thrusted his hips into your hand, urging you on further. You made quick work of undoing his zipper and then pulling down the tops of his pants.

Danny’s hand wrapped around your throat, and he let out a growl, bringing his other hand to hastily pull off the rest of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. He began to kiss you again, this time his kisses being hot, and lust ridden. He groaned into your mouth while letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Your hands clawed and grabbed at his skin wanting to pull him closer to you. He seemed to get the hint because your breath was soon taken from you as you felt his hips rock against you, the tip of his cock brushing against the fabric of your thong. Enclosing your clit. Your hand gripped his bicep while you cried out at the feeling.

“Want my cock baby?” Danny asked, gripping the sides of your neck harder. You looked up at him, his dark curls falling and cascading down in front of him. You bit your lip, your brows furrowed as you quickly nodded your head.

Danny then rocked his hips against you again while he clenched his jaw. His eyes were dark and cold as he looked down at you. “Words baby and I’ll give you everything you want.”

“W-want your cock,” you managed to stutter out, dragging on hand down between the two of you to grip his hardness in your hand. Danny let out a deep groan from within his chest and snaked his hand that was gripped around the front of your throat, to the back of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair at the nape of your neck. He climbed off of you and lifted you by your hair and then threw you face down on the other end of the bed.

You now laid on your stomach, your head hanging off the bed and your hands clutching the edge of it. You slowly raised your eyes and when you did you saw a sinful sight in the reflection of the mirror…

Danny was on his knees behind you, his hands coming to grip to the side of your hips as he yanked you back, pressing his hardness against you. His eyes were fixated on your ass as he gently pressed himself to you a couple times, kneeing his hand into your flesh. Danny then grabbed your hips and pulled you back hard against him, delivering a hard smack to the skin there.

You yelped, feeling a sting from where his hand made contact and found your own, gripping the bed sheets. Danny let out a hum of approval before his eyes slowly traveled up the length of your spine and met yours in the mirror. You could see the cocky smirk tugging at the side of his face while he stared back at you. “Wanna watch me fuck you?”

You bit your lip with your eyes heavy and half lidded. You pushed your head back a little, staring at his reflection over the tip of your nose. “Please fuck me.”

Danny dug his hand further into the flesh of your hip with your response and let out a breathy chuckle. You watched him slowly tug down his boxers to reveal his cock, thick and heavy for you while the tip of it glistened with his own arrousal. He gripped it in his free hand, slowly pumping over himself. The reflection in the mirror made you clench down around nothing.

His mouth was slightly parted and the muscles in his shoulder and bicep flexed with each languid stroke. His dark curls hung down around his face, concealing part of him. His own brows were furrowed in pleasure while he pulled in shaky breaths. The muscles in his abdomen twitched as his own pleasure began to course throughout him. He bit his bottom lip and slowly lifted his eyes towards you, and you watched as his hip seemed to absentmindedly buck into his hands.

You arched your back for him which made him clench his jaw and his eyes grow heavily with lust. His eyes dipped down to take in the view of you arching your back for him and he slowly pulled your thong to the side. His hand came to rub small circle over the top of your hip, and you slowly felt his tip start to swipe through your wetness. You let out a soft moan as he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit and then pulled back to tease at your hole.

He did this a couple times, and it was enough to already have you be a winning mess. “Please Danny, please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely-” Danny started to say before he was cut off by his own moan as he plunged into you. You found yourself gasping and gripping the sheets as you felt yourself stretch around him. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you fucked, it was always a suprise when you first felt him slide in.

Danny’s head fell forward, and he closed his eyes, keeping himself still while pressing himself deep inside. You could feel him grip both of your hips as he slowly pulled himself out from you and then delivered another hard thrust. You let out a groan, feeling the wind being knocked from your chest at the power behind his thrust.

Danny opened his eyes and met your back in the mirror with a devilish smirk on his face. He slowly began to build a rhythm, plunging deep inside of you and letting the tip of his cock brush against your sweet spot. You gripped the sheets, needing something to hold on to as your body jolted forward with each thrust, he gave to you.

Grunts and groans left his mouth, and you watched the muscles in his stomach and arms flex with each movement. He then slowed his movements, shuffling himself back on the bed a bit and then gripped your hips pulling you back hard against him. You let out a deep groan, feeling the tip of him graze your cervix. “Ah fuck, Danny!”

Danny let out a chuckle and worked back up to his steady pace. “What baby? Do you feel me deep inside your tummy?” At this point, you couldn’t even form words with how hard he was thrusting into you. All you could do was meet his eyes in the mirror and nod your head.

He continued to thrust into you and the two of you were now both covered in a layer of sweat. His curls were sticking to the side of his face and his chest and stomach gleamed in the low light of the room. Your cheeks were now a bit red, and strands of your hair now stuck to your neck and sides of your face.

Danny then reached around to the front of you and grabbed your chin, forcing you to crane your neck up just a bit. His thumb swiped against your bottom lip, smearing your red lipstick around the sides of your mouth. You slowly opened it for him and sucked it into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl against the pad of it. Danny let out a hiss from behind you and you watched in the mirror as his eyes rolled back into his head at the sensation.

He must’ve been trying to maintain his composure because he quickly took his thumb out of your mouth and instead snaked his hand around to the back of your head, gathering your hair. He gripped your hair tightly and then pressed the side of your face down against the comforter as he began to plow into you, not holding himself back on bit.

Strangled moans left your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot and then proceed to hit your cervix. The combined sensation was enough to leave you panting and shaking as you felt your second orgasm draw near.

“There you go, fucking take it,” Danny growled, thrusting himself further into you, the sound of his thighs hitting your ass and your own wetness filling the room.

You moaned into the comforter and went to snake your hand between your legs to help get yourself there but were quickly stopped by Danny. He gripped your wrist in his hand and pressed it against the small of your back as he continued to drive into you.

You turned your head ever so slightly, wanting to be able to see everything in the mirror. You practically came just from the sight. Your back was arched, leaving just the view of your ass above the top of your head. You could see pound into you but as you continued to watch, you saw him lean over and grab something off the bed. When he straightened himself back up, you saw his belt buckle in his hand.

His eyes met yours in the mirror and he slowed his thrusts down just for a second as he grabbed both of your arms and pinned them behind your back. He then looped the belt around them, securing them by tightly pulling the end of the buckle. He began to thrust into you again with that brutal pace, holding the end of the belt buckle as he did.

“You like that baby? Like the way my cock stretches you out?” Danny cooed.

“Yes! I- fuck, oh my god…. fucking love it,” you moaned.

His eyes were cast downward, watching his cock slide in and out of you. The sight of seeing you arched for him, and your hands restrained behind you was just enough to have his own self teetering over the edge.

He continued to plow into you, and you could sense he was getting closer from the way he would pull himself almost all the way out, catching his breath before sliding back into you. You too found your orgasm growing near and your body started to shake around him. Danny hissed when you clenched down on him and that only made him tighten the belt buckle around your wrist. “You close baby? I can feel that pussy clenching down on me.”

You nodded against the covers and felt his hand come off your hip to snake down between your legs. He began to draw circles over your clit while continuing his brutal pace and it was all you needed to be sent over that edge. Danny let out a deep groan as he felt you shake around him.

Danny slowed his pace but began to deliver you deep, hard thrusts as he felt his own pleasure start to overtake him. “Fuck,” he grunted as he thrust deep into you, “gonna fucking,” another thrust, “breed you.”

“Do it, fucking cum in me,” you groaned back, watching his face contort in the mirror. Your words were all he needed before you felt him give another deep thrust and then spill deep inside you. He slumped forward, his damp chest resting against your back as he let go of the hold of his belt wrapped around your wrist.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your hair as he struggled to take in deep breaths as he came down. You laid underneath him, drained and lifeless now. Danny stayed on top of you not moving but you soon felt his hand come and brush away the damp hair that stuck to your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to it.

“You alright baby?” he mumbled into your neck. You sighed and closed your eyes, nodding against the comforter.

“Good,” he sighed back. He slowly lifted himself off you, slide out of you. You both let out a soft groan at the feeling. He then sat up behind you and started to undo the buckle of the belt, freeing your hands from behind you. “Belt wasn’t too much was it? Wasn’t too tight?”

You quickly shook your head, feeling the instant relief as he took off the belt and tossed it across the room. “Not at all, I loved it.”

Danny let out a small chuckle and you flipped yourself over, now laying on your back to start up at him. He smiled down at you and pressed his hands flat against either side of your head before he lowered himself down and placed a kiss to the top of your nose. You closed your eyes and scrunched your nose at the feeling making the two of you giggle.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him only a few inches from your face, his long curly ends coming to tickle the sides of your face as it hung down. You pressed a hand flat against his chest and began to draw lazy circles against his skin. “So…you enjoyed your birthday present then?”

Danny smiled and pressed another kiss to you, this time to your cheek. “Very much. I fucking love this little set you got…fuckin sexy.”

You smiled at his answer and then placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Danny chuckled and looked down at your face and then above your head to the mirror. You flicked your eyes up, leaning back your head to see both of your upside down reflections in the mirror. Danny laughed and then looked back down at you. “I have to say…the mirror was a brilliant idea.”

You frowned and looked at him. “That was your idea-”

“Maybe but! You started it. Watching yourself in the window…filthy girl.” Danny tsked.

You playfully rolled your eyes, a smile plastered on your face. “Shut up!” you said, swatting a hand at him. Danny giggled back at you, and you sat up. “Want some cake?”

Danny smirked and let his eyes trail down your body. “Ooo, yes please-”

You swatted him again and rolled your eyes. “I’m serious dumbass! I got you a tiny one for tonight. Was gonna light candles and sing to you and shit.”

“Fine, fine, but can I get some more of this after?” Danny asked, reaching down, and giving your backside a quick squeeze. You let out a small yelp and giggled.

“Deal.”

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emsfallingsky · 5 months

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i feel weird cuz i didn’t know i had this for over a year but i don’t think i started posting on here under like 7 months ago. anyways yay i guess lmao🎉

#1 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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emsfallingsky · 5 months

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CAN’T WAIT FOR NEXT CHAP OF ALL OF OUR LOVE

i can’t either!!! so glad you have been enjoying it. i’ve only started on it a little bit since i’ve been super sick. this chapter is giving me a bit of a challenge but hopefully something by this weekend or next week. thank you for reading<3

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emsfallingsky · 6 months

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Indignation

Sam X Reader

Word Count: 10.1K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Angst, jealous, alcohol, mentions of cheating. Graphic sexual content, language, unprotected sex, choking? fingering, kissing, edging, name calling.

Four months ago

“Sammy, where were you last night?” you asked him, remembering the phone call from the night before. Sammy looked at you and shrugged, brushing you off a bit as he took a sip from his drink.

“No where?” he replied sitting back on the couch. You frowned at him walking around the side of it and sitting down next to him.

“You sure? You made it seem like it was something serious- important…” you said, looking back at him with a look of concern written on your face. Sam shifted around in his seat a bit awkwardly, not breaking his attention away from the show you had put on earlier.

Sam clicked his tongue to his teeth and cocked his head to the side looking at you. His expression almost looked like he was a bit pissed off and his eyes were set harshly on you. “No offense but it’s not really any of your business,” he spat, pushing his tongue to the inside of his cheek and taking another sip of his drink, his cold stare pouring into you over the rim of it.

You blinked a couple times and frowned at his response, feeling a bit taken back by the sudden harshness of his voice. “Well, no offense, but I think it is a bit of my business since you made it seem like it was such a big deal and the fact that you suddenly had to do this ‘thing’ at one in the morning,” you spat, crossing your arms over your chest as you shifted your weight on the couch.

Sam let out a scoff and twisted himself on the couch, so he now faced you. He let out a deep sigh, his eyes locking onto you, his brown eyes that normally were so bright and warm now looking dark and cold. ‘God, you really just have to fucking push at poke your way into everything hm?’

Your eyes grew wide and you shook your head, your mind feeling scrambled as a bunch of different emotions and thoughts swirled around in your head. ‘My fucking bad for wanting to know where and what my boyfriend is doing at one in the morning!’ you spat back, raising your voice a bit.

Sam shifted in his seat and threw his hands up in the air. ‘See! That’s always the fucking problem isn’t it! Gotta be all up in my fucking business 24/7. God! Can’t even fucking breathe when I’m around you sometimes,” Sam spat back, scoffing while he waved his hands around wildly.

“Jesus christ! You know that’s not true Sam! Just wanted to make sure you were okay since you wouldn't tell me. My fucking bad for being your caring girlfriend and wanting to check in on you,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Don’t get a fucking attitude with me! Fucking bullshit. You know what…I don’t want to deal with this tonight, I think I’m gonna leave,’ Sam spat back, quickly rising to his feet.

“Sam c’mon! Don’t fucking do this right now. You don’t have to leave,” you said, finding your own self quickly rising to your feet.

“Nah, I’m over this shit. Always some bullshit with you,” Sam replied, throwing on his jacket.

“You’re seriously getting mad at me because I was worried about where you were and what you were doing at one in the fucking morning Sam!?’ you yelled at him, hoping your words would render in his head and make him understand.

Sam scoffed and was about to reach for your front door when he turned around, letting out a small laugh that you knew was anything but kind. He rolled his eyes, looking at the ceiling, pushing his tongue against his cheek before setting his eyes squarely on yours. He smirked at you and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. "You really wanna know what I was doing?” Sam asked smugly.

“Yes Sam, that’s all I’m asking,” you said, letting out a breath of relief hopefully about to get the answer you had been waiting to hear.

Sam crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. ‘Went to go pay an old girlfriend of mine a visit.”

You felt your whole body suddenly freeze at his words. All the anger that had been pent up inside of you quickly washed away and a sudden wave of nausea came over you, settling into the pit of your stomach. “Y-you what?” you asked, blinking a couple times, trying to make sure you had heard everything correctly.

‘You heard me,” Sam replied, clenching his jaw tightly together while he stared at you blankly.

“W-what the fuck Sam. W-why- fuck! Did you…Sam did you fucking sleep with her?” you asked, feeling your mind start to spiral as all the emotions that were wracking inside your brain pushed forward all at once.

“Cause, you’re fucking exhausting sometimes! Just needed a fucking break,” Sam said, running his hands through his hair.

Hot tears welled in your eyes and your vision became blurry as you stared back at him. You felt the familiar ache of your throat constricting as you tried to blink back tears. You swallowed thickly and looked back at him, preparing yourself for the blow you were about to get. “Did you fuck her?” you whispered.

Sam looked at you, his face showing no emotion and his eyes looking so soulless that it made a chill run up your spine. “If that’s what you want to call it…then yes. I fucked her.”

Now four months later, you found yourself sitting at your vanity lazily swiping on dark eyeshadow as you tried to get ready for a night out. You weren’t too quick to hop on the idea of going out but after the endless nagging from your friends and comments that they had barely seen you since you and Sam split, suddenly the idea didn’t seem too far-fetched.

You wouldn’t say you made much of an effort on deciding what to wear outfit and makeup wise, but you did decide on something a little flashier than your everyday wear. You decided on a black smokey eyes and to keep the pattern going, settled on a simple black dress that hung to your curves and your old, but trustworthy pair of docs.

One of your friends texted you the name of the bar along with the address and what time to meet. You laced up your boots and grabbed a leather jacket and took a quick glance at your phone to double check the time. You grabbed your keys and were soon on your way to the bar.

As you pulled up to the bar, you took a look around noticing the fluorescent lights of the sign that bounced off the old brick of the building and a good amount of cars parked on the outside. The street had a few people walking by the outside of it and some stopped to check out the bar or make their way inside. You never usually come to this part of town so you weren’t familiar with this bar but based on the looks of it, it seemed like quite a popular spot.

You parked your car and climbed out, walking quickly to the entrance since your gps had taken you through an alternative route, putting you a few minutes behind. You opened the front doors and quickly scanned the area before landing on your friends, seated at the corner and giving you a wave. You flashed them a smile and made your way over to them where they greeted you with big smiles and warm hugs.

An hour or so went by and you were feeling good. The drinks were flowing and the alcohol had made you a bit more loose and you could feel the warmth radiating off of your face. You hadn’t realized but you had missed going out and having a good time with your friends. For the first time in a while, your mind wasn’t wandering back and lingering on the empty hole in your heart left by Sam. Instead, it was filled with smiles and loud laughter that you didn't know you had desperately needed.

Your friend was in the middle of telling a story when you saw her eyes flash up above your head and then grow wide. You frowned and she ducked back down and met your eyes. “Fuck, I think I just saw Sam.”

You stared back at her, a look of shock on your face not knowing what to say. You opened your mouth to say something but she stopped you and took your hand. “Let's not let his presence ruin the evening. He hasn’t noticed you so let's just ignore him but it might be best if you don’t turn around,” she said, giving you a reassuring smile and small squeeze to your hand. You smiled back and nodded. Ignore him…right. No big deal.

Your friends went back to chatting and you desperately tried to make yourself present in their conversation but you couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that had crept up on you. Your foot had started to bounce and you found yourself taking frequent sips of your drinks trying to will yourself to not turn yourself around. You knew deep down you shouldn't but you desperately just wanted to catch a glimpse of Sam, just wanting to see him before your own eyes.

You tried your best to shake off the feeling, trying your best to immerse yourself back in the conversation but you were suddenly drawn away by hearing laughter coming from behind you. A laugh that you could easily recognize and pick out anywhere.

The tops of your knuckles grew white as you gripped your now empty glass that sat before you. You heard the sound of his voice in the background and you felt your jaw start to clench. You went to take another sip of your drink and when you looked down you noticed it was now empty. You excused yourself, walking over to the bar, making sure your back was kept turned away to avoid Sam.

You made your way over to the bar, leaning against it while the bartender greeted you and took your order. As you waited, you plucked a straw from the dispenser next to you and began to fiddle with the end of the paper. You could hear Sam’s voice in the background and while it was faint, it was the only thing you were able to hear.

The bartender slid your drink back to you and you gave a small smile as you thanked them. You took a sip of your drink and then you hear it again. The sound of his voice. You let out a sigh and clamped your eyes shut but then found yourself turning around to look over to where he was.

Sam was standing next to his friends, leaning on a table with a drink in his hand. He was dressed in a denim button up that was held together by a single button, exposing his chest and a necklace that hung in the middle. His long hair draped over his shoulders and you watched as he lifted one of his hands, running it through his long locks.

You felt your stare grow cold on him and you let out a small tsk, feeling anger start to boil within your veins. You found yourself disgusted at the idea that you had once cared for him after he showed you his true colors. Now the sight of him left you feeling sick.

The word hate was one you didn’t often use but it was now the only word you could think of when you thought of him. You didn’t know how someone could be so selfish and ruin your whole relationship after you two had put in so much time and effort to build it.

You let out a sigh and brought your drink up to your lips to take a sip. As you did, Sam’s eyes met yours over the rim of your glass. Your eyes immediately grew wide, and you watched as he frowned and blinked a couple of times before you watched his mouth form your name. You let out an internal groan and watched his face drop.

Sam ran his fingers through his hair and sat down his drink on the table in front of him and you watched helplessly as he started to make his way towards you. You quickly threw back the rest of your drink and looked around the bar seeing a restroom sign and walked swiftly towards it. Sam was following close behind, calling your name and you fought with every fiber in your body to not turn around and face him.

You rounded a corner and were about to push open the door of the restroom when you felt a gentle hand wrap around your shoulder, slowly turning you to him. You felt your body immediately freeze as you turned around. “Y/N, can we talk for a second,” Sam said

You didn’t meet his eye and looked down at the floor but his presence was something you couldn’t ignore. It felt like time was now at a standstill as the two of you stood in the small hallway. You took in a shaky deep breath only to be met with the smell of his cologne. You felt your teeth grit together and felt tears start to prick at the corner of your eyes.

In the span of time that you two had broken up, you hadn’t really gone through what had happened much and let yourself fully comprehend the situation. You hadn’t spoken in full depth about what had happened, let alone come to terms yourself with it. All you felt was a deep pain and the only thing that seemed to linger was pent up anger and frustration. Now with him standing before you, you could feel that anger pulling at your edges, threatening to unleash your wrath upon him.

The tears that now had formed in your eyes started to sting and you swallowed trying to push them aside. You blinked them back and shook your head, your attention still pointed down towards the floor.

You couldn’t see it, but Sam’s eyes danced across your face as he tried to wrap his own head around everything. He opens his mouth to say something again but shuts it, not knowing how to get to you. He finds himself feeling a little lost and confused. There were times when talking to each other about the issues at hand had come so easy and natural and now as the two of you stood in front of each other, everything felt disconnected.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see his hand start to come up but then you see him drop it. You hear Sam clear his throat and you can see his weight shift as he drops his head, leaning himself a bit into you as he speaks. “C’mon Y/N, just wanna talk…please talk to me.”

You feel the tears that were threatening your eyes spill over. You push your tongue to your cheek while you quickly shake your head. Sam reached out and took your hand in his. “Please…,” he sighs. “Look, I know I fucked up but…I-I still love you. Always have.”

Sam’s words hit you hard and you feel a rush of emotion spring forward. You hated the way he’s speaking to you and how he’s trying to sound sweet and empathetic knowing damn well he is at fault and the one to blame for all of this.

The anger that you started to feel boil in your veins now felt like a blazing fire and every part of you wanted to scream. You slowly lifted your eyes off the floor and when you met his eyes, you felt yourself crumble to pieces.

His face was still handsome as ever and he had that look on his face you had seen many times before, that showcased just how guilty he truly felt. Sam’s eyes danced all over your face as he tried to read you and you felt yourself wanting to reach out and touch him but you pushed the thought aside.

Sam’s hand was still gently wrapped around yours and you felt his thumb come to swipe over the top of it while he locked eyes with you. He swallows and you watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat. “I’m so sorry,” was all he whispered.

You feel your lip start to tremble and you watched as his eyes quickly glanced down, taking note of it. You quickly rip your hand away from his and shake your head once more before pushing open the bathroom door and locking yourself inside it.

Sam takes a step back, taken by surprise by your sudden action while his eyes follow you as you close the door in front of him. His mouth is parted a bit, and his brows are knitted closely together out of confusion. He takes in a deep breath, clenching his jaw while feeling his own frustration settle upon him.

As you now stand in the bathroom, you feel like your body is on fire. Your hands seem to have a mind of their own, mindlessly fidgeting with one another and your body can’t stand the thought of trying to remain still. You pace around the small room, taking in deep breaths while you try to calm yourself but find it nearly impossible. Your mind wrapped around itself while all of those ‘what if?’ questions shot its arrows at the walls you tried to pull up to protect yourself from falling down the dark hole you knew would send you spiraling.

With one final shaky breath, you found it within yourself to still your body for a second to try and get a better grip on the situation before you. The familiar ache that was left in your chest four months ago, was now once again making its presence known. You closed your eyes, placing one hand on your heart and inhaled through your nose, holding it for a second before releasing it fully.

A long tear made itself known as it ran down the length of your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand. You open your eyes, turning over to the sink and seeing your reflection in the mirror that is set above it. You took a few short steps towards it, running your fingers through your hair, trying to smooth down the edges as you tried to pull yourself together.

You took a quick glance at the door since you’ve been met with nothing but silence from the other end for the past few minutes. Maybe he left…

Just as you were about to reach for the door, you heard a few soft knocks wrap against the door and the sound of Sam’s voice followed right behind. “Please…please just give me a chance and let me explain everything. Look, i-if you don’t want to now…then maybe another time but, I would like to talk to you about everything. Just open the door, please…open the door.”

The breath you took caught in your chest and you stared at the door, your eyes darting back and forth while your mind began to race far too quickly for you to collect any rational thought from it. You hated that he sounded so desperate and that he stood there behind the door pleading- begging for just one chance to let him in. You opened your mouth and went to find the right words to say to him but shut your mouth, failing to do so.

You crossed your arms in front of you, bringing one of your hands to your bottom lip, rolling it between your thumb and pointed finger. You truly were at a loss of words. Somewhere deep down inside of you, you did want to talk it through, and you knew you desperately needed that closure, but it would come with consequences.

That part of you that had been left feeling fragile and wilted was because of Sam. You may not be healing or coming to terms the correct way but you were desperately trying to move on and you knew that opening up that old wound would only cause more harm than good.

“Please Peach.”

Damn it. Why? Why did he have to say the nickname he had given you, knowing exactly what it does to you. You felt that little impending flicker in your heart and you took in a deep breath. It couldn’t hurt…could it.

With that final breath, you took a step forward, extending your hand out and unlocked the door. You slowly opened it and saw Sam leaning against the door frame. His eyes were cast down to the floor, but he quickly flicked them upward upon hearing the door open.

Now with his face so close, you could see every detail. You observed him and watched while he let out a breath he had been holding and his shoulders dropped down. His eyes met yours, a genuine and heartfelt expression written upon it. The corner of his mouth lifted just slightly, almost undetected but you were able to catch it.

“T-thank you,” Sam cleared his throat, “for opening the door.” He let out a little breathy laugh and brought his hand up to his face, his fingers brushing over the patch of hair on his upper lip. “I was kind of going crazy out here,” Sam mumbled, reaching out a hand and touching your shoulder.

No. You shifted your body away, moving his hand off of you. You knew your boundaries and you weren’t going to let him step on them in any way. You cleared your throat and looked at him, putting on a brave face. “Please don’t touch me,” you said, your voice strong and unwavering as you spoke.

“Sorry,” Sam said, quickly ripping his hand away. “Habit,” he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes a bit and let out a huff. “Yeah, well you should maybe drop it then,” you spat, crossing your arms in front of you, suddenly feeling your blood start to boil. The anger pent up quickly was making itself known and while you tried to tell yourself that you would be able to talk to him calmly, you knew it was a lie.

“W-why?” Sam asked frowning, tilting his head to the side while trying to read you.

“Because I’m not yours anymore Sam,” you said with a scoff, leaning yourself against the opposite side of the doorframe, staring him down. Sam’s expression dropped and you watched him frown again, his face contorting into what you could only read as confusion.

Sam then looked up and met your eyes again. “Oh…so-so you’re seeing someone then?”

You stood there, astounded by his words. You clenched your jaw, raising your eyebrows, trying to wrap your head around his question. You looked away, a small laugh of annoyance coming from you. “Okay first of all, you have no place to ask me that question or just assume that and second, even if I was…it’s none of your business,” you spat back.

Sam looked at you, crossing his own arms over his chest and smirked. “Oh, so you’re not then?” He asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

A frustrated groan left you and you pushed off the door, taking a step forward towards him, feeling the anger starting to unravel. “Talking to you is fucking pointless and like I said it’s none of your business.”

Sam’s whole demeanor changed, and you watched his eyes bore into you. The soft-spoken side of him was now completely gone and instead his presence felt dark and heavy. Sam pushed his tongue to the side of his cheek, looked down and took a step forward, almost like a silent challenge. The image of him four months ago flashed into your mind. The same cold stare.

His body now stood closely to yours and you sucked in a breath to only find it catch in your chest. “You know, I really don’t know why you’re so fucking cold to me. Don’t know why you suddenly act like this after and act like my love never meant anything to you.”

That piece of string that was holding you together at the edges suddenly snapped, making you fully unleash your wrath upon him. “Are you actually fucking kidding! You’re seriously standing here wondering why I act so fucking cold to you after you left to go fuck your ex?” You spat at him, moving your face dangerously close to him.

Sam scoffs and rolled his eyes. “I was only over there for a bit,” he says in a tone that is too nonchalant and makes you clench your fists at your side. “And for the record, it was because I was fucking desperate ok. I do feel like shit about it,” Sam mumbled.

You sneer back at him. “Excuses don’t fucking matter Sam. You cheated. Point blank.”

“I know!” Sam says in a raised voice, lifting his hands up and then running them through his hair whilst tugging on the roots. “Look I know I fucked up okay! It’s just- fuck, it was when we were going through a rough patch and I…I don’t know. I just needed something.”

“So you decided that something was going to your ex’s while your girlfriend sat at home and you could’ve easily talked and communicated what was going on?” You asked in utter disbelief.

“God, Y/N! I know okay! I know! I regret it every fucking day. God…I- you know I still fucking love you,” Sam says, lifting his eyes to meet yours. The same look of desperation written on his face while his eyes danced around your face, trying to gather a response from you.

A frown instantly formed on your face. “Fuck you Sam,” you said, moving to walk past him but he steps to the side blocking your path. You scoff and look down at the floor.

“Please, just please…I wanna work through this.”

Now you’re the one to push your tongue to your cheek while slowly raising your eyes back up to meet his. Your stare became ice cold, and you hold his steady. “Well for the record, I hope it was good and everything you dreamed of,” you say coldly.

Sam steps away, his face dropping. “No actually it wasn’t. Nothing…nothing is as good as it was with you. She- she was nothing…meant nothing.”

Your face drops a bit, but you quickly pull yourself back together and look straight at him. “If that’s the case and I’m really that ‘good’..., why did you never call or text? You do remember that I told you I wouldn’t mind continuing to hook up…”

Sam pulls his mouth to the side and brings a hand up to scratch the back of his head. “If I’m being honest…I don’t know. I guess it just didn’t feel right. Felt guilt…still do. But I mean there were times I was tempted especially when I saw you at parties. I saw you that one night when we were all at Danny’s that one night and I swear I almost asked you but then decided not to. Found another girl to distract myself instead. I mean shit, that’s kind of the situation for every time I happened to see you out and about, whether it be at a party or not. Had to go and fill the void somehow but it just left me feeling guilty.”

You stood there in utter disbelief while Sam confessed and laid everything out for you. You didn’t know that’s how he had been feeling and a little part of you felt bad even though you knew you shouldn’t because it was his own reckless actions that led you both to where you are right now.

Instead, you pulled yourself back together and glanced at him. “So…you’ve been hooking up with other people then?” you ask, crossing your arms over yourself. You don’t really know what willed you to ask the question, but you would be lying if you weren’t a bit curious. But something else lingered…jealousy maybe?

Of course you knew there was that chance that he would go and now be able to see other people all he wanted but part of you felt a bit upset about the fact. You thought back to those nights when the two of you first started seeing each other and the way you both were frantic while you ripped the clothes off each other before you could even make it into the house.

Those weren’t the only memories. You missed the softness and sweetness of him too where soft touches lingered and just the smallest brush of his finger would leave you melting into him. It was the way the two of you were able to communicate how much you meant to each other without having to pull and find the words. The passion that was once shared between the two of you now was torn down rubble left behind.

Sam stands before you letting out a sigh as he slowly nods. “Yeah…I have been sleeping around a bit,” he confesses, letting out a nervous chuckle. You stand before him nodding, not knowing how to answer.

“Not going to lie, it doesn’t help…feels like fucking shit and it’s meaningless. I think that’s why I don’t get much out of it. There’s nothing there. I don’t think I want to continue having sex with no connection. If I’m being totally honest…I just want you,” Sam confesses, locking eyes with you.

You could feel the cracks slipping beneath you, but you desperately tried to keep them hidden. You cleared your throat and looked back at him with an unwavering stare. “No thanks, don’t think I want a man who’s been sticking their dick in other women.”

Sam’s eyes grow wide as he stares back at you. He quickly shakes his head and frowns. “I don’t Peach…don’t want to continue doing that. I don’t want to be with other women. I just want to be with y-”

“But you enjoy it right? Like fucking them?” you ask, quickly cutting him off.

Sam shifts a bit and shrugs. “I mean…sometimes. Look I don’t really wanna-”

“How many? How many girls have you been with since we’ve broken up?” you asked, clenching your jaw. You seriously don’t know what’s leading you to ask so many bold questions, but you find yourself unable to hold back. In truth, you aren’t really sure you want to know but find the question slipping for your lips anyways.

Sam goes silent, his face falling while contemplating on if he should really tell you. You see him hesitate but finally he speaks up in a voice that is barely audible. “Ten or so…maybe more,” he mumbles, staring down at the floor.

A shocked look comes across your face and your eyes frantically dance around his face, while trying to rearrange the frantic thoughts that swirl in your head. “S-Sam…what the fuck.”

Sam’s expression drops and you see him look away, running his hand over the back of his neck. “Like I said, I know it’s not good. It all was meaningless…just needed something to drown in while I worked through shit I guess- look. I don’t want to be that fucking guy, just pl-”

“Did you use protection?”

Sam’s eyes meet yours again, his own look of shock on his face as a deep crease forming before his tightly knitted brows. His mouth hangs open and he shakes his head from side to side in utter disbelief. His hands hang at his side and you watch as he bunches them into tight fists before bringing them up. “Yes! Of course, I did…w-why would you ask me something like that?”

You stare back at him, holding his stare. You didn’t bother to hide the relief that not only showed on your face but also on your body. Your shoulders dropped a bit and the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding was slowly let out of your body. Then before you let your whole body relax, your stare turned cold and you spat the word, “Was it worth it?”

Sam’s eyes meet yours and you see that same flash of guilt come over his face, but it is quickly whisked away seeing his jaw clench and hands ball into fists at his side. “No,” he said, in a tone that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “It wasn’t.”

There’s a dull ache in your own jaw as you clamp down on your teeth, nearly crumbling under the weight. You narrow your eyes at him. “You sure?” you say and then for whatever reason, find your feet having a mind of their own as they take a tiny step forward.

“You sure you don’t like it? Taking home any girl, you want?” you ask, tilting your head to the side and letting your eyes briefly drift to his lips. Sam sucks in a visible breath, following your own eyes. Sam closes his eyes for a split second and then looks away.

“Don’t.” The tone in which he spoke should’ve made you freeze but instead, you took the words on as a challenge.

A smirk comes onto your face, and you take another step forward, your body only inches away from his. With his face turned to the side, you found your eyes looking at the exposed part of his neck, his pulse beating wildly under his skin while he tried to put on a stern front.

“Oh, come on Sammy,” you whisper, leaning yourself into him and letting your breath hit his neck, hoping your own little nickname would do the trick. Your eyes look down, seeing his chest still while he holds his breath. “Don’t lie…I know it was fun.”

You lean yourself further forward, letting the tip of your nose come into contact with the skin on his neck. You hear the audible shutter of his breath and feel one of his hands, grab onto your hip. “Peach,” he grows, the grip on your hip tightening.

A smile comes across your face, and you let your lips brush against his neck. “Anything to get your dick wet right?” And then you place a gentle kiss on his neck. A small moan escapes Sam and that was the sign you needed to continue your taunting and teasing.

“Did you fuck them hard?” you asked, sucking at the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder. Sam let out a small groan, his hand staying on your hip, his fingers digging into the flesh with such force that you were sure there would be marks later.

“Some…” he whispered, letting his head fall back onto the door frame. You raised one of your hands, letting it rest against his chest and then gripped the fabric of his shirt and tugged him into the bathroom, quickly locking it behind you as you pressed him against the door.

His eyes poured into your, half lidded with that sultry look you had come to know so well. You smirked up at him as he looked down at you over the bridge of his nose. You moved his hair to the side, continued to pepper his neck with kisses but this time, pressed your body against his.

Sam groaned at the feeling and returned the action by gripping your hip and pulling you close against him. Now with the two of you pressed up against each other, there was no hiding the affect you were having on him as you felt his hardness press against your lower stomach.

You halted your kisses and raised your head just slightly as you swiped the tip of your nose against his jaw. You placed a soft kiss against it and then moved your mouth to hover over his ear. “Did you imagine they were me?”

Sam’s body stiffened beneath you and he turned his head to look at you. You saw a dangerous flare in his eyes and you knew you had crossed a line. Before you could say anything to dull the tension, Sam lifted up a hand and held it against your throat. You let out a small gasp and with his thumb, he tilted your face so it was staring directly at him.

“I only imagined they were you when I fucked them so hard that they couldn’t even walk, let alone talk after it was over.” Sam hissed through his teeth, his cold eyes staring back at you so intently that you shivered. Your thighs clamped together, feeling your arousal take over you. You thought maybe he didn’t see but you saw his eyes flick down to your legs for a brief second.

You went to look away from him but his hand that was wrapped around your throat, made you unable to and you were forced to stare back. You swallowed thickly and went to open your mouth to say something, but you were cut off as Sam smirked and leaned forward, hovering his mouth over your ear. “Is that what you want Peach? Want me to fuck you so hard that you can’t even speak?”

The only response you gave him was a small whimper as you nodded your head. Sam pulled away and smirked at you, releasing his grip around your neck and swiping his thumb over your cheek. “Yeah? Is that what you want?” Sam asked, lowering his head to catch your eyes that you had ripped away from him, the tops of your cheeks flared with heat, feeling a little embarrassed at how you were able to give in so easily to him.

“Good.” Was all Sam said before his mouth found yours. The intensity of the kiss was something you couldn’t even begin to describe. Your mouths danced over each other while the two of you pawed and grabbed at each other, trying to find ways to get your bodies even closer to one another.

Once Sam’s tongue entered your mouth, you couldn’t help but let your body collapse into him. The taste of him again on your lips was enough to drive you mad and you found that even though your distaste for him was rooted deeply, you couldn’t deny wanting him just one more time.

The faint taste of the alcohol still lingered on his tongue. The musky scent of him combined with the way he tasted was enough to drive you completely mad. You pressed your body up against him, rutting your hips into him which made the two of you moan into each other's mouths in response.

Sam gripped your hip tightly and then he quickly spun you, pressing your back now to the door. He removed both of his hands from your body and pressed the flats of his palms against the door, trapping your head between him. His chest rose and fell quickly, and his lips were a bright shade of red, raw from your kissing.

The same cold eyes poured into you and you watched the muscles in his jaws strain. “You wanna fuck? …Lets fuck,” Sam said and then pressed his mouth against yours, this time with far more force. The only thing you could do was grab the fabric of his shirt and hang onto him while he devoured you.

While the two of you let your mouths and hands roam over each other's bodies, you realized this wasn’t just any normal hook up. This was a dance. A dance of dominance but also an understanding. The two of you had found a way to communicate all the thoughts and feelings that swirled between you without actually finding a way to voice it. You knew it might not be the right way, but it was the only way you found it fit between the both of you.

The hand that was left clinging to Sam's shirt then moved, starting on the single button that held his shirt together. Your fingers quickly worked on it, popping it open and revealing the smooth skin of his abdomen. You let your fingers rake down his skin, your nails just barely scratching against him making Sam let out a hiss through his teeth.

Sam removed one of his hands away from the door and moved it back to your hip but this time, he balled up the end of your dress and let his hand rest against your bare skin. He continued to kiss you deeply, swiping his thumb over the band of your thong. You said a silent thank you to yourself for deciding to opt on a black thong tonight.

Sam slowly removed his mouth away from yours and let his lips brush against the side of your cheek as he attached his mouth to your neck. You sucked in a gasp, bringing your hand up to his head and tangling your fingers through his longer locks. You let out a small his when you felt his teeth graze over the sensitive skin in your neck which made him rumble out a small chuckle against it. “Always so sensitive for me, Peach.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed back, sucking in a gasp as you felt his lip suck the skin of your neck into his mouth, making you arch your back into him.

“Oh trust me, you’re going to,” Sam growled before he took your leg in his hand and lifted it to wrap around his middle. Sam pressed his hip into you, his erection brushing up against the bundle of nerves that were now aching to be touched. A small moan escaped you and you wiggled beneath him, trying to chase the feeling of him against you.

Sam sucked in a hiss and brought his other hand to your hip and pushed them back against the door. “Quit doing that,” Sam spat, resting his forehead against your shoulder while he struggled to maintain his composure.

You smirked and despite the force his hand had against your hips, you managed to wriggle yourself just enough to brush your core over him again. Sam lifted his head and glared at you bringing one of his hands to wrap against your neck again and press your head back against the door. “Is that a challenge?”

You bit your lip, trying to hide the smirk that was spreading across your face and nodded. “Fine,” Sam said, removing his other hand from your hip and letting his hand snake down between the two of you and ran a finger against your clothed clit. You cried out, clamping your eyes shut while biting your bottom lip so hard you almost punctured the skin.

Sam started to slowly draw circles against it, making your body flare with heat that stretched from the top of your head and out through the tips of your limbs. “Yeah? You like my fingers on you?”

All you could do was nod, your jaw now hanging freely as you stirred and moaned beneath him. Sam smirked and brought his face against your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. He pulled his hand away and you were about to let out a groan of complaint when you felt his hand dip under the elastic band of your thong and start to work over you now with nothing in between you.

The slow circles he drew against you were daunting. He knew every inch of your body and even if you tried your best to hide you were reaching your climax, he would know. That’s how you knew he was just trying to tease you and rile you up. His fingers would press against the spot that could easily make you melt into his hand and would circle it, feeling your breath catch and just as you felt your approach start to creep up on you, he would pull his fingers back, just letting them barely dance across you. It was all part of the game…trying to see who would be the first to melt into each other first.

“Always so fucking wet for me,” Sam mumbled against you. His fingers started to pick up against you and you sucked in a sharp breath, feeling that wave start to crash over but he pulled his hand away. You clenched your jaw and let out a whine, gripping his hair by the root and tugging.

“Knock it off,” Sam scolded and then knocked your breath away, delivering a small smack to your clit. Sam smirked at your response and then practically drained all the life out of you when he dipped one of his fingers into you but before it was pushed fully inside of you, he pulled it back.

Sam pulled himself away from you just a bit and you watched his hand come to face and then suck the digit coated in your arousal into his mouth. His eyes fluttered and he let out a deep groan. “Always taste so sweet for me, Peach.”

Your whole body practically melted and your hand reached out for him, snaking down to rest against his erection that strained against his jeans. Sam sucked in a sharp hiss looking down and brought his hand down to rest on top of yours, pressing your hand harder against him as he rutted his hips into your palm.

His eyes flicked back to yours and in a cold but stern voice commanded you. “Turn around.” You stood before him, feeling yourself starting to unravel at the seams. Sam had always been dominant and demanding with you, but this felt new. The deep gravel of his voice and his unwavering stare made your arousal pool and left your body shaking with anticipation.

You did as he said, turning yourself around so you now faced the door. You felt Sam step behind you, his musky cologne wrapping around you and made your head swim. Sam grabbed both of your hands that were now dropped at your sides and lifted then, pressing them flat against the door. “Keep your hands right fucking there. Don’t you dare move them.”

You swallowed thickly and sucked in a breath. “Yes sir.”

Sam let out a growl and grabbed your hips and pushed himself against you. He pressed the tip of his nose into your hair and mumbled against this. “You want this Y/N?” he asked in a soft voice that almost made you crumble.

“Please,” you whimpered.

That was all Sam needed before you heard the sound of him undoing his belt, followed by the sound of his zipper sliding down. Sam reached down, lifting the bottom of your dress up and letting it bunch up just above your hips. He reached a finger into the elastic band of your thong and yanked it down and then swiped a finger through your wet core.

A cry of pleasure left your lips but only lasted for a second as he withdrew his finger away. You felt one of his hands grab the back of your neck, pushing you forward. You turned your head to the side, letting your cheek come flush with the door and your eyes then grew wide at the sight before you.

The mirror to the side was just in line of your view and you watched Sam pull down his pants, letting his cock spring free. Sam must’ve somehow sensed you watching him in the mirror because his eyes came up to stare back at you in it. A small smirk appeared on his lips, and you watched him look down and grip himself in his hand, slowly stroking over himself. In the reflection of the mirror, you were able to see the muscles in his stomach twitch as he let his hand lazily stroke over him. His brows bunched together, and his mouth fell open letting out a soft groan.

Sam’s eyes then met yours again and you watched as he brought his hand to his mouth and spit it in. He rubbed his hand over the head of his cock, the muscles in his jaw clenching at the feeling. He then gripped his cock in his hand and swiped his tip through your dripping core.

Your back arched at the feeling and you felt Sam’s hand tighten on your hip. Sam gave a couple more teasing swipes against you before lining himself up. The wind was instantly knocked from your chest as Sam pushed himself in with one hard thrust, filling you up to the hilt and delivering the familiar sting as you stretched around him.

A low groan escaped you and you clamped your eyes closed while one of your hands that was pressed against the door bawled into a tight fist. You hear Sam let out a groan, stilling inside of you while you both got used to the feeling of being with each other again.

The feeling of him was truly like no other. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the way he fucked you, knowing your body like the back his hand. You gladly accepted the familiar sting that he made you feel as your walls stretched and wrapped around him. “Fuck Sam,” you moaned.

Sam withdrew himself almost all the way before he plunged back into you, delivering another hard thrust into you. The tip of him brushed against the hidden spot within you that could make you become undone before him. Sam’s hand gripped into your hair, holding you flush against the door as he started to build a slow but powerful rhythm, thrusting into you deeply and letting the tip of his cock brush against your cervix.

The sound of Sam groaning behind you as he drove into you made your walls start to flutter around him. Sam let out a hiss at the feeling and you watched in the mirror as he fucked into you. His attention was cast downward, watching his cock coated in his arousal as he fucked into you.

Sam’s rhythm started to pick up and all you could do was lean against the door for support, feeling your body start to grow limp from the amount of pleasure that swirled inside of you. Sam delivered a powerful thrust that made you claw your nails against the door. Sam picked his head up, removed his hand from the back of your neck and then wrapped his hand against yours, holding it to the door.

“You like that, Peach? Like when I fuck you hard like that?” Sam asked, pulling himself almost all the way out and plunging back inside of you, gripping tightly against your hip. With all the strength you could muster, you lazily nodded your head.

“Already got you speechless Peach. I just started baby,” Sam mumbled into your hair. Sam then started to fuck into you so hard that you were left seeing stars. This tip of his cock was brushing against your cervix so hard that you could feel the muscles inside of you start to ache.

With the force Sam was driving into you, you now were quickly approaching your release. You felt yourself start to squeeze around him and your legs started to buckle but you willed yourself to stand up straight. A high-pitched moan escaped you and you felt Sam nudge the side of your neck with the tip of his nose. “I know baby, I know you’re close. Can feel that pretty pussy squeezing me.”

Sam removed his hand from your hip and snaked it around you, letting his fingers dip between your legs. The tip of his finger started to circle around your clit, this time with purpose as he drove you over the edge.

Your whole body shook and a low deep groan escaped you as your release overtook you. Stars danced behind your lids as you felt your body drift to that far off place of nothing but pure bliss. From behind you, you heard Sam let out a deep shaky groan and felt himself spill into you, folding himself over and pressing his head to the top of your shoulder.

The two of you were left a panting mess as you tried to collect yourself. You then mustered up the lingering strength you had and slid your hand from beneath his and went to push yourself off the wall but were stopped as Sam grabbed you by the back of head and pressed you back against the door. “Uh-uh, I’m not done with you just yet. Turn around. Face me.”

Sam slid out of you, making you let out a whimper at the sudden emptiness. You could feel the dull ache between your legs that you knew would leave you sore in the morning.

You turned around to face him, seeing the end of his long hair plastered against the damn skin of his neck and face. His chest was still heaving as he fought to regain his composure.

His deep amber eyes looked back into yours and you felt yourself suck in a breath. He then moved himself towards you, his eyes looking down to your lips before he placed a gentle kiss on them. All the words he had wanted to say were now left on your lips.

Sam’s hand then moved to your hips and in one swift motion he picked you up, pinning you against the door. You instantly wrapped your legs around him, your hands coming to the back of his neck as you wove your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer.

“Wanna fuck my cum into you,” Sam mumbled against your lips, sliding one of his hands behind your back while his other hand snuck between the two of you, gripping his cock in his hand. This time as he pressed himself into you, your walls gladly invited him back, slick with both of your arousals that dripped out of you.

Sam slowly pressed into you, making him moan against your lips which you swallowed. With this different angle, you were able to feel him even deeper than before. You gripped your hands into him, expecting him to deliver the same harsh thrust but were relieved when he started to slowly thrust into you.

Sam knew you were sore and already at your limit and this time he wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to silently remind of the times before he fucked everything up. Wanted to remind you of all the passion that he would give you- the passion he still had and felt for you. Wanted to remind you just how sorry he truly was and remind you all the love he still had for you. This time there was no dance, no game, no fight for dominance. Just the silent understanding that this was the closure the two of you needed.

He continued to softly fuck into you, rolling his hips upwards and brushing against your g-spot. His free hand came to hold the side of your face as he gently slid his tongue into your mouth. You gladly accepted it letting out a small moan as the two of you ran your tongues over each other. The two of you were panting and sweat coated both of you. You were sure your hair was a wild mess but you didn’t care. This was all you wanted.

Sam pulled away and looked at you, this time his expression soft and knowing. His eyes cast down as he watched himself slide into you, his cum dripping out of you and onto his cock. He returned his stare up to you and you watched a wave of uncertainty paint across his face. You removed one of your hands from the back of his neck and brought it up to his face, swiping your thumb over his cheek. He turned his head to the side and placed a gentle kiss into your palm. He looked back at you and held your eyes. “Baby, I- I’m sor-”

“I know,” you said, swiping that same finger across his cheek again. You then leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Sam groaned against you and you felt his breath start to shudder, signaling you that he was close to his second release. Your walls squeezed around him and he stilled his movements all together. “Don’t…I want you to come. Wouldn’t be fair,” Sam spoke softly, shaking his head and unable to now place his eyes on yours.

You were now the one to grip his face and tilt it up to you. You could have sworn his eyes looked glossy as his eyes met yours but as you went to inspect further, it was gone. “Just want to make you feel good,” he said, removing his hand from your face and letting it come between the two of you. He started to slowly circle your clit with his finger and then started to slowly thrust into you again. You bit your lip letting out a cry of pleasure.

You went to look down to watch his hand and cock work on you but were stopped feeling Sam’s nose brush against your jaw. “Look at me,” he whispered in a voice that was so soft, it made you crumble. You shifted your eyes back to his and all the memories you had of him swirled in your mind. All the good times the two of you had shared, all the passion that once was shared, all the love that had once lingered- still there but this time was a flickering flame compared to the roaring fire that it once was.

The two of you held each other’s gaze, this time biting your lip for a completely other reason as you felt it start to tremble. Sam frowned and he shook his head. “Don’t cry baby, it’s ok. Just focus on the way my hand feels, okay?”

You nodded your head and sucked in a deep breath trying to clear your thoughts and focus on the feeling he sparked between your legs. He was taking his time with you, trying to coax a second climax from you slowly knowing there was no need to rush this time.

Sam’s fingers picked up just a bit while still continuing his steady slow pace and it was just enough as you felt your legs start to shake around him. Your brows knitted together, and your jaw hung loosely as you sucked in a sharp breath.

“There you go baby, give it to me,” Sam said, moving his head to yours and pressing his mouth against yours. You moaned into your mouth and felt your whole body shake as you let yourself go against him. This time, it wasn’t just stars that danced behind your lids but instead, a whole galaxy that swirled before you. Everything moved slowly together, the colors being clearer as they swirled and weaved within one another.

Sam’s second release followed you as he let out a groan and pressed his forehead against yours. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close for what the two of you knew and recognized as the last time. You let a small tear slip out of your eye as you held him, letting all the emotions, good and bad spill out of you. You let yourself acknowledge them and then let them go. They were no longer yours to hold onto you.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed wrapped in each other's arms but it was the place the two of you found comfort. Sam then pulled his head away and looked at you, lifting his hand and wiping away the lone tear that ran down your cheek. He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and withdrew himself from you, slowly setting you back down.

Your legs were a bit wobbly, but you were able to stand. You reached down and pulled your panties back up and smoothed down your dress while Sam started to re-buckle his pants. Sam cleared his throat and ran his hand through his long locks. You moved away from the door and did the same, smoothing your hair, trying to make yourself look presentable.

Sam then walked to the door, unlocked it and turned around to face you. “Bye Peach,” was all he said as he pressed a kiss to the side of your cheek.

“Bye Sammy,” you said. You watched him open the door and walk down the glowing hallway back to the bar and that was the last sight you had of him…

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