#danny markowitz x reader

Valentine's Day was just another stupid day. A stupid Hallmark holiday that thrived off of consumerism and emotions. It made those in relationships more annoying and those single more sad. There was no in between—people either loved the holiday or hated it. And unfortunately for your-single-and-never-able-to-find-love-self, you hated it.

You hated everything about February 14th, and working at a bakery just made the shitty holiday drag on. Tons of people came in during the morning rush, looking for the best treat to get the love of their life! And during that rush, you stood behind the counter with a fake smile on your face giving opinions on baked goods while wanting to scream in the walk-in cooler at the top of your lungs. The day dragged on with more customers needing something sweet for their lover, more heart shaped donuts that needed that annoyingly bright pink frosting and heart shaped sprinkles added to them and more couples snuggling up to each other in the booths, sharing sweet treats and sweeter words.

When the clock finally struck five, you were the first one to grab your personal belongings and the extra donuts before sprinting to you car to get home and spend time with your best friend, Danny. The two of you had been best friends since childhood and both sucked at the whole romance and relationships thing. This holiday in particular was one that made you both just want to order some pizza, watch horror movies and fall asleep on the couch together while ranting about your past love attempts… and that was exactly what you had planned to do when you got home.

On the way to your car, your phone buzzed with a message from Danny.

Dans!: hey gorg, i hope work went well! i ordered us some pizza and cheesy bread, should be here when you get home! :) also happy shitty hallmark holiday that makes people spend way to much on chocolates and teddy bears. i grabbed some wine from the store, and that new horror movie you've been wanting to watch is now streaming! i'll see you and your pretty face home soon, okay? <3

You smiled at his text, your face flushing red at it and his words. Danny was always a flirt, a natural one who didn't know how to use those skills when he needed it, but he always meant well. Always. It's just that sometimes his words got you a bit more flustered than you wanted to admit.

You: hey! work was ok, i guess. i was able to snag some of your favorite donuts, though! you know… the custard filled ones with chocolate frosting!! just that today they're shaped like little hearts… gross. anyways, i'll be home soon, okay? can't wait to just have some pizza, wine and sit back to watch a movie with you

You texted him back quickly, before starting your short trip back to your shared apartment.

During the entire drive your heart was pounding with anticipation, nervousness and excitement. For some reason, these chill and fun nights alone with Danny always made you smile uncontrollably and your heart flutter with longing and desire.

The nights when you would be seated beside each other on the couch, thighs touching or legs tangled over each other as you shared that handmade quilt his grandma had made for him. The nights when your hands would brush against each other, the feeling of skin on skin electric as you both took the time to pull away. The nights when you just wished he would lean in and finally close the distance and kiss you like there was no tomorrow, finally confessing all of the feelings and emotions that you both held so deep and hidden from the other. The nights when the lingering looks you shared as you both went off to your respected bedrooms meant more, and you were in turn making your way to his room with him or he was making his way to your room with you. The nights when you wished you were waking up beside him the next morning.

You fumbled with your keys, struggling to unlock the front door of your apartment with a sigh. The day just could not end soon enough. After pushing the door open and stepping inside, you were met with the scent of pizza and also freshly baked cookies. Of course, Danny always got those little break and bake sugar cookies every time he went to the store.

"Hey! How was work?" Danny asked, carefully retrieving some items from your hands.

"It was work," you sighed, smiling at him. "How was your day?"

"Oh, the same old. Visited grandma, ran to the store, you know. All of the fun things I usually do in my spare time. Pizza is on the counter, wine is poured in glasses. Why don't you go change and I'll start the movie?"

"You're the best, truly." You smiled, retreating to your bedroom to change. When you opened the door, you were instantly caught off guard as a vase of various colored roses sat on your dresser. The red, pink and white roses were arranged perfectly in a vase, a small card with your name on it sitting in front.

You picked the card up carefully, opening it before reading the contents inside. Danny's messy and slanted handwriting sat there, staring back at you.

"I know it's nothing huge, but you deserve something nice on Valentine's Day. I saw these flowers and thought of you—they're so pretty, like you. I hope you enjoy them and they make you smile and make your day brighter. Because that's what you do to me."

You closed the card, holding it close to your chest as a smile formed on your face. You shuffled back to the kitchen, watching Danny make you both plates of food from the doorway.

Maybe Valentine's Day wasn't so bad after all, at least, not with Danny by your side.

The chipped mug warmed your hands, a small comfort against the hollowness that had taken root in your chest. Rain lashed against the windowpane of Danny’s small apartment, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. Another one bites the dust, you thought with a bitter laugh that didn't quite reach your eyes. Mark had been… well, Mark had been Mark. Charming on the surface, but ultimately shallow and unwilling to truly see you. The breakup had been messy, punctuated by his bewildered protests that you were “overreacting” to his blatant flirtation with the waitress.

Danny had been your rock through it all, as he always was. He’d answered your tearful call at midnight without a hint of annoyance, offering his couch and a steady supply of bad television and even worse jokes. Now, a few days later, the initial rawness had faded, leaving behind a dull ache and a weariness that settled deep in your bones.

“Rough day?” Danny’s voice was soft, pulling you from your thoughts. He settled onto the worn armchair opposite the couch, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand.

You managed a weak smile. “You could say that. I just… I don’t get it, Danny. What is wrong with me? Why does this keep happening?” The question hung in the air, heavy with years of accumulated disappointment.

Danny set his sandwich down on the small table beside him, his gaze serious. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. You’re… you’re amazing.” He stumbled slightly over the last word, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

You scoffed, the sound devoid of humor. “Amazing at picking the wrong guys, apparently.”

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Look, those guys… they were idiots. They didn’t see what was right in front of them.” His eyes met yours, and there was a sincerity in them that made your heart flutter despite yourself.

A comfortable silence settled between you, interrupted only by the drumming of the rain. You watched Danny, the way the lamplight caught the slight wave in his blonde hair, the familiar curve of his lips when he was deep in thought. You’d known Danny since forever, practically. You’d navigated awkward teenage dances, celebrated small victories, and weathered countless heartbreaks – mostly yours – by each other’s sides. He was a constant, a safe harbor in the often-turbulent waters of your life.

“You know,” Danny said after a while, his voice low, “if we were dating, I’d take you to all the best places.”

Your eyebrows shot up, a genuine flicker of surprise breaking through the gloom. “Oh yeah? Like where?”

A small, hopeful smile touched his lips. “Well, first, there’s this little Italian place downtown, Marco’s. They make the most incredible pasta carbonara you’ve ever tasted. And then, there’s that overlook on Route 17, the one where you can see the whole coastline? The sunsets there are unreal.” He was warming to the subject, his eyes sparkling with an enthusiasm you hadn’t seen in a while. “And we’d have to go to that quirky little bookstore with the hidden café, the one with the mismatched chairs and the owner who always recommends the weirdest books. You’d love it.”

He continued, painting a picture with his words of cozy dinners, breathtaking views, and hidden gems. You found yourself smiling, a genuine smile this time, as you imagined these outings. They sounded… nice. Simple, thoughtful, real. Everything your recent relationships hadn’t been.

As his voice trailed off, a playful challenge bubbled up within you. “So, what’s stopping you?”

Danny’s eyes widened, a look of utter surprise washing over his face. He blinked a few times, as if he hadn’t quite processed your words. “Excuse me?”

You leaned back against the cushions, a newfound boldness stirring within you. “You said, ‘if we were dating, I’d take you to all the best places.’ Well, we’re not not dating. So, what’s stopping you from taking me?”

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words and years of suppressed feelings. Danny’s gaze was intense, searching yours, as if trying to decipher if you were serious. You held his gaze, a nervous flutter in your stomach but a determined glint in your eyes.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Are… are you serious?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah, Danny. I think I am.”

A slow smile spread across his face, chasing away the surprise and replacing it with a warmth that made your chest ache in a completely different way. “Wow.” He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous energy suddenly radiating from him. “Wow. Okay.”

He stood up abruptly, pacing the small living room. “Okay, best places. Right. Well, we should definitely start with Marco’s. I can make a reservation for tonight. Or tomorrow? Tonight? Yeah, tonight. Tonight’s good.” He was rambling slightly, a charmingly flustered look on his face.

You chuckled, the sound light and genuine. “Tonight sounds perfect.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, his smile widening. “Perfect. So… this is a date?”

“I think,” you said, meeting his gaze steadily, “this is a date.”

The air crackled with a new kind of energy, a shift in the dynamic you’d shared for so long. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. You’d always felt comfortable with Danny, safe. But this… this was different. This was stepping into uncharted territory, a territory you’d secretly longed to explore for years.

Over the next few weeks, Danny made good on his promise. He took you to Marco’s, where the carbonara was indeed heavenly and the conversation flowed easily. You stood hand-in-hand at the Route 17 overlook, the setting sun painting the sky in vibrant hues, a comfortable warmth spreading through you as Danny’s fingers intertwined with yours. You spent an afternoon lost in the quirky bookstore, discovering hidden literary treasures and sharing slices of surprisingly delicious lemon cake in the hidden café.

Each outing was a revelation. You saw Danny in a new light, not just as your steadfast friend, but as someone who saw you, truly saw you, with a depth and appreciation that had been missing in your past relationships. He noticed the small things – the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your passion for photography, the way you hummed along to the radio in the car, the way you always ordered your coffee with an extra shot of espresso. He listened intently, his gaze unwavering, making you feel like the most important person in the world.

There were moments of awkwardness, of course. The tentative brush of hands, the lingering gazes that held unspoken questions, the nervous laughter that filled the spaces between words. But beneath it all was a genuine connection, a foundation of years of friendship that made navigating these new waters feel less daunting.

One rainy Saturday, you found yourselves back at Danny’s apartment, curled up on the couch watching an old movie. The rain pattered softly against the window, a soothing soundtrack to the comfortable silence that had settled between you. Your head rested on Danny’s shoulder, his arm draped loosely around you.

“You know,” you said softly, breaking the silence, “you were right. These are the best places.”

Danny’s fingers tightened gently on your arm. “They’re only the best because I’m sharing them with you, sweets.”

You lifted your head to look at him, your heart swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with the blankets draped around you. His eyes were soft, filled with a tenderness that made your breath catch in your throat.

“Danny,” you began, unsure of what you wanted to say but knowing you needed to say something.

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered, his voice husky.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t a dramatic, movie-worthy kiss, but it was perfect. It was soft and hesitant at first, then grew in confidence, a silent acknowledgment of years of unspoken feelings finally finding their voice. When you pulled apart, a breathless smile touched both your lips.

“So,” you said, your voice a little shaky, “what’s next on the ‘best places’ tour?”

Danny’s smile widened, a genuine, heart-melting smile that made your stomach flip. “Well,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “there’s this one place… it’s kind of private.”

Somehow you had managed to run late to the first class. You had tried to be on time but your cat had spilled coffee on your shirt and then as soon as you left, you had realized you had left your apartment door unlocked so you had to go back. It didn’t help that your bus was late as well. “You check your watch, trying to hurry. According to Google Maps it was a four minute walk and you only had two minutes left to get there on time. Great.

In an attempt to cut the walk short from four to two minutes, you started to jog a little. You must have looked like a fool with your totebag slipping over your shoulder and your cup of tea in your hand. Before you had headed out this morning, you had managed to brew a cup of coffee to take with you— in hindsight, it might not have been the best idea. You were nearly there, just a few more steps.

Stumbling around with lukewarm tea in your hands while trying to get your keys into your, bag you turned the corner, walking straight into somebody. Your tea splashes onto your shirt and onto the floor, your bag along with your stuff fell as well.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You mumble as you drop to the floor to pick up your stuff. Silently, you cursed whatever deity was out to get you. You seemed to be down on your luck today. When you looked up you were met with the kindest blue eyes you had ever seen. “Are you alright? Sorry I am in a bit of a hurry.” You ask him when you realise you were the one that bumped into him.

He quickly got to his knees as well, helping you with your stuff. “I’m fine.” He said while clumisly shoving things back into your arms. “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you? We made quite a crash. I should’ve been watching where I was going.” An awkward chuckle left his lips.

“No it’s alright I wasn’t paying attention either.” When you finally got all of your stuff back into your bag, you stood up straight, that is when you notice the tea the stain on his shirt. “Oh my god I am so sorry.” You had seemed to forget you were in a hurry as you searched for a tissue.

The guy looked down at his shirt, it was like he didn’t even realise you had spilled tea on his shirt. “Oh! No it’s fine really!” He assured you. “You’re in a hurry right? Please I wouldn’t want you to be late. The shirt will be fine.” He nodded.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it was an accident. It’s fine.” He told you one more time. You sighed and looked at him one more time before bidding him farewell. Those blue eyes lured you in for a moment, then you realised you were already late and that you had to get going. Quickly you walked into the building and made your way to the room where this math class was supposed to be at.

Danny knew he should have left early. He did, but he had managed to get lost on his way from the parking lot to the community hall. Just his luck. And then he bumped into you. God, he was such an idiot! You caught him by surpise, making him stumble over his words as he tried to apologize. He had expected you to start yelling at him for colliding with you. But you didn’t. You just flashed him a friendly smile. It made him not even mind the tea stain on his shirt. When you hurried past him he completely forgat where he was heading for a moment, staring at the back of your head wondering how it would feel to twirl your hair in his fingers.

When he finally snapped out of his thoughts, he realised you went into the same building he was supposed to be at. What a coincidence! He never thought you would also be in the same class as he was. You seemed smart, what would you need adult math classes for?

Daniel was kind of glad to see your face in the row of people. Awkwardly, he stepped into the classroom. “Sorry for being late, I had a hard time finding the place.” He chuckled. “I am Daniel Markowitz.”

“It’s alright, please sit.” The teacher smiled as they turned back to the board. Daniel quickly made his way to the only free seat, next to you.

Your face lit up when you noticed that the guy you bumped into, Daniel was his name, walked up to you. When he sat down you leaned in. “Hi Daniel.” You whispered. It felt like you were back in highschool again, you offered your name in return.

Daniel turned his head to you, careful not to alert the teacher. “Long time no see.” And he punctuated the sentence with your name, like he was testing out the feeling of it rolling from his tongue. How easy it was for him to say.

You looked at his shirt and smirked. “Love what you did with your shirt.” With nod you pointed at the stain on his shirt. “So creative, such a free soul.” You spoke with a playfull tone.

He smirked in return, playing along. “Oh well you know, sometimes I just run into people on purpose to let the universe create it’s art on my shirt.” While looking at his nails he faked a certain poshness. “Not everyone gets my creative spirit.”

“Oh so that’s why you ran into me, totally on purpose.” You laughed softly. Usually you had a hard time connecting with people, with Daniel it just seemed come so naturally.

“Totally.” He grinned back at you. Neither one of you was actually paying attention to what the teacher was saying.

Each class the two of you got closer. You just seemed to get along great. He made you feel seen as you tried your best to understand the equations. It felt nice to share the struggle of not being able to do basic math with somebody. Somewhere along the line, Daniel had told you to call him, Danny. You thought it was such a cute name, fitting for a lovely guy like him.

Danny was always so nice to you. He offered to drive you home when it was raining once. Turns out, you live on the complete opposite of town. When you offered to pay for his gas he declined, said it was fine. On the ride home he was smiling like a crazy person while your perfume still lingered in his old car.

You truly were so vibrant and kind. Just one of your smiles or the sound of your laughter could brighten up his day. He was hesitant about taking an adult math class at first, scared that people would call him stupid. Danny had no degrees, he was messy and chaotic and he wasn’t really good at anything. Never once did you make him feel stupid, rather you motivated him to do his best.

Today was the day, he finally got the guts to ask you out. Nothing special, maybe a coffee after class or a movie at his home when his parents are gone. He wanted to take it slow, with Allie he went in head first and that ended not so great. With you he wanted to make it work, he know he could make it work. You had not mentioned a boyfriend so far, so he just assumed you were single.

Danny really put effort into himself today. Trimmed his beard properly for once and actually dressed in something other than his old jeans and his blue knit vest. He knew you liked the vest, but he wanted to show you he cared. His world came crashing down when he saw you talking to a man next to his car. You laughed at him, a beautiful smile curling onto your lips. You were smiling at this random guy and not at him. Daniel never saw himself as a jealous person, but he could feel the envy sting. Was this guy your boyfriend? He was taller than him, and his car definitely looked better than Danny’s. Daniel did not stand a chance if he was your type.

Just as he was about to approach the two of you, you hugged the other guy goodbye before he got in his car again. When you turned to him you acted like nothing happened. With a friendly smile you waved him hello, like you always did. Of course it wasn’t your fault Danny had gotten his hopes up, he couldn’t help but feel insecure.

“Everything alright?” You ask him, giving him a quick look up and down. He looked cleaner and he smelled wonderful. As soon as he had gotten closer, you could smell the cologne on his collar. “Where you going? You look all fancy?” You asked, secretly hoping it wasn’t for a date.

“Oh uh-” Danny was caught off guard by your question. “It’s uh- for a birthday. After class. I have a birthday.” He lied. it was an obvious lie but he didn’t plan on telling you he was going to ask you out. The words would never leave his lips. It was stupid of him to think a girl like you was single. You were so awesome, so pretty, like finally smelling the flowers of spring after a cold and wet winter. And Daniel? He was just stupid, plain, old, boring Danny.

“Oh, that’s a shame.” You said as the both of you went inside. You were holding your books against your chest, your heart was pounding in your ears and you feared it might leap out of your throat. Honestly, it truly felt like you were back in highschool again. “I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go out sometime, maybe later today. But it’s okay if you’re busy! We can always do something another time-”

“You want to ask me out?” Daniel was baffled. Wasn’t that guy your boyfriend? “Who was that guy then?”

“Oh, him?” Daniel knitted his brows in confusion as you brushed it off. “That was my cousin.” You chuckled softly. “He was nice enough to give me ride after I helped him paint his apartment. Did you think that nuts-for-brains was my boyfriend?”

“No! Yes. Maybe?” Danny stumbled over his words, trying to come to a coherent sentence. “You never actually mentioned a boyfriend, but you are so pretty that I would not be surprised if you had boys lining up for you.” Together you sat down in the back of the classroom.

“Well.” You unpacked your laptop after opening your book. “They’re all going to have to wait in line then, because the guy I want is already sitting next to me.” With a gentle look on your face, you turn to look at Danny.

“About that birthday, that was a lie.” He grinned awkwardly. “I actually wanted to ask you out, but because I thought your cousin was your boyfriend-”

“Ask me out.”

“What?”

“I said, ask me out.” There was a playful tone in your voice.

Danny picked up on the playful nature of your suggestion. “Alright then, would find it in your heart to go for coffee with me after we conquer this math class.”

“Danny! We’ve got company in like thirty minutes, what the hell are you doing?” You exclaim, standing in the doorway of his room with your arms crossed over your chest. He’s laying face down in his bed with his hands over his face.

He picks his head up and turns to look at you, “Procrastinating.” He slams his face back onto the mattress and groans dramatically into the fabric. He’s still dressed in his t-shirt and sweatpants from this morning and considering you’re having friends over for dinner that just won’t do. 

You walk over and slap him hard on his ass, “Get up.” 

He yelps and reaches back to rub his ass where you slapped him, “Ow! What the hell?!”

“C’mon, you gotta get ready, get up or I’ll smack you again. You know I’ll do it too,” You threaten with a smirk. You’re already ready for tonight, you have been for the last half hour. 

He rolls over onto his back, looking up at you with a slight pout. “Why can’t I just wear this? They already know me, it’s not like I need to impress them or anything!” He sits up on his palms and pouts again, doing his best to convince you.

“They dressed up for this, it won’t kill you to do it too.” Daniel has always been like this, for as long as you can remember he’s chosen comfort over fashion. In high school he was showing up in sweats and a hoodie almost daily. On a day where he’d dress a little nicer he’d throw on jeans and his favorite cardigan, it still hangs off his desk chair in your shared apartment. You’ve mended a few of the holes, mostly patching them up with fabric scraps you’ve found around the house. The patchwork look suits him.

“Fine,” he whines, finally getting to his feet. He heads for his closet, sliding the door open. You peek over his shoulder as he starts looking through his clean shirts, as you lean over him to look into the closet he playfully swats at you. “I’ve got it, trust me. I can dress myself.”

You roll your eyes at him, taking a step back and glancing down at how low his sweatpants hang on his hips. You can see the waistband of his boxers peeking out slightly over the waistband of his sweatpants. You smile to yourself, biting back a giggle as you quickly lunge forward and pull his sweatpants down to his ankles. “Are you sure, Danny?” You cackle, sitting back on his bed as you watch him scramble to pull his pants back up.

“What the hell?! What’s gotten into you today, what is this? Middle school?!” He exclaims, his face bright red as he gets his pants pulled back up. He stands there like a disappointed parent, his hands on his hips as he cocks his head to the side. 

You can’t help but laugh, “Oh my god, Dan, lighten up a little…those boxers were cute, it looks like you’ve had ‘em since middle school…” You love to tease him like this. Before you can even react he lunges at you, tackling you onto the bed. You try to crawl out from under him but he pins you quickly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. “The fuck are you doing?”

He rolls his eyes, “Making you apologize.” He straddles you, admiring how you look beneath him. Your hair fans out around your head like a halo, your lips perfectly glossy from the makeup you’d just finished applying. If he had less self control he’d kiss you right now. 

You scoff, “Not happening, get off me and get dressed.” You look up at him with annoyance expecting him to follow your orders but he simply shakes his head and smirks back down at you.

“Y’know, I’m actually pretty comfy where I am…unless you wanna go ahead and apologize for pantsing me…” He looks so smug above you. Throughout your friendship you had always loved teasing him, you could never stop picking on him but now it’s his turn to have some fun.

“Daniel Markowitz get the fuck up!” You order, trying to move your wrists from his grasp. He simply tightens his grip and laughs down at you and how weak you are against him.

He moves his free hand to your side, slowly tracing his finger tips against your skin causing you to squirm. “You know, if I remember correctly you used to be pretty ticklish when we were kids…I wonder if you still are…”

Your eyes narrow at him, “You wouldn’t.” 

“I can and I will, so start talking.”

The way he orders you around stirs something up inside of you, you can feel your face heating up as a million different dirty thoughts swirl up inside of your head. “Fine,” you sigh, “I’m sorry for pantsing you…”

He raises his eyebrows, “And?”

Your face scrunches up in confusion, “What else do I have to be sorry for?”

He starts to run his fingers up and down your side, making you squirm and start to softly giggle. “C’mon, use that pretty little head of yours and think,” he says softly. He tickles your side softly as you squirm and try to think.

Your brow furrows as you writhe beneath him, “Fuck! Okay, okay! I-I’m sorry for making fun of your underwear too-”

He relents, pulling his hand back from your side, still straddling you. He smiles down at you, “Good girl, there we go…” He brushes some of your hair behind your ear and lets go of your wrists.

You wet your lips with your tongue, eyes focused on his. A comfortable silence falls over the room as you stare at one another, both trying to decide your next move. Your hands move quicker than your brain, reaching up to curl your fingers around the collar of Danny’s shirt, pulling him down into a soft kiss. Danny is quick to reciprocate, his mouth moving in sync with yours, you’re so in tune with one another that it feels perfect, like you finally found something you’ve been in search of for years. He cups your face as he kisses you, your noses bumping against one another. When he finally pulls away his eyes are wide with bliss, “Did we just-”

You nod and smile, “Yeah…I think we should do it again.” 

He leans back in for another kiss, once again cupping your face with one hand, the other moving to push your thighs apart as his leg fills the space between your thighs. This kiss is rougher and more passionate, he nips at your lips, shamelessly slipping a hand beneath the waistband of your pants, rubbing circles into your hips. Your tongue finds its way into his mouth as he starts to move his hand even slower, now cupping your cunt, your panties serving as the only barrier between him and your cunt. He pulls away from your lips, moving onto your jaw, nipping and kissing at the delicate skin. “You’re so beautiful, always have been…always been the only girl for me…” He muses. 

Your heart starts racing as he moves his thumb over your clit, “I was so jealous when you got with Allie,” you confess. When Danny and Allie had started dating you felt nothing but rage and you hated yourself so much for it. You’d been crushing on Danny for years, always keeping it secret to try and avoid blowing up the longest lasting friendship of your life. You saw Danny happy for the first time in a long time and you couldn’t help but be angry that it wasn’t you making him feel like that. They were cute together but she broke his heart. She said he was stuck, and she was right no matter how much it hurt Danny to hear. You helped him through the break up almost as if you were nursing a wounded animal back to health, helping him put his heart back together piece by piece. You helped him sign up for his college classes and find a better paying job, you even offered to be his roommate. Maybe you had Allie to thank after all, if she hadn’t broken his heart you may not have ended up here underneath him as he teased your clit and kissed you like he’d never kissed anyone else before. 

He smirks, “I fucking knew it!” He sucks a dark mark into your pulse point. 

You roll your eyes, “Shut up, you were jealous when I told you about that guy I hooked up with during my freshman year of college.”

He snorts, “Of course I was, you should’ve lost your virginity to me,” he teases your clit through your panties. He can feel the fabric of your panties dampening with arousal. 

“And you should’ve lost yours to me, Allie didn’t deserve it…” That was bullshit, Allie was a nice girl even if you were jealous of what her and Danny had.

“Enough about her, I’m touching you right now, marking you up, claiming you as mine. She’s not here, she’s not who I’ve been having wet dreams of since high school. It’s you, it always has been,” he says before moving his lips down to your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin that make you writhe and squirm. The combination of his thumb against your clit and his lips on your neck is driving you crazy.

“Since high school huh?” You tease, writhing beneath him. You can feel his hard cock against your thigh.

He rolls his eyes, “Like you didn’t feel the same…” 

You go quiet from embarrassment, “Was I that obvious?”

“It wasn’t obvious to me then but looking back I should’ve known,” he chuckles. Danny moves his head back up, nudging his nose against yours. “I remember when you asked me to go to prom with you and my dumbass asked if we were going as friends.”

You laugh, moving to kiss him softly. “We were both such clueless little losers huh?”

“The worst…” He mutters against your lips, giving you another soft kiss. “Can I show you what I should’ve done on prom night?” 

You nod, “Please…” All the thoughts of your plans for tonight have disappeared from your head and Danny’s. All you can think about is how he’s teasing your clit and the proposal he’s just made. 

“Pretend we’re in the back of that limo my mom insisted on renting for just the two of us,” He whispers, starting to trail kisses down your neck like he had before.

You giggle, “Not exactly the hottest place to hook up.”

He rolls his eyes, “Fine, pretend we’re at some fancy hotel I booked us in secret.”

“There we go, much sexier, Danny,” you tease.

“I can’t stand you,” He mumbles jokingly.

“You can’t live without me,” you shoot back. 

He smiles, “Yeah, I can’t…” He presses his thumb down hard against your clit as he speaks. “I would’ve laid you down like this and teased you like I am now. I would’ve gotten you nice and wet for me, just like you are right now.” 

“Such a gentleman…” You joke quietly.

“Mhm, you’re lucky I’m nice, you’re so goddamn mouthy,” he huffs. He slips his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear, collecting your slick on his fingers and bringing it up to your lips. He taps your lower lip softly with his fingers and you take his fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself as you suck your slick from his fingers. “That’s a nice way to shut you up, huh?” 

You nip at his fingers and he’s quick to pull them from your mouth. “You’re the worst.”

“You’re so in love with me,” you smirk.

“Shut up,” he mutters, his cheeks tinted pink. He slips his hand back under your waistband, spreading your lips apart as he teases your slit. “I would’ve teased you like this because you’re always a mouthy little brat. Then I would slowly push my fingers inside of your tight little cunt,” he does just as he says, his thumb once again resting against your clit. He kisses you passionately as he starts to rub your clit while he thrusts his fingers, curling them to try and hit your g-spot. “Does it feel good? Is it like you imagined?”

You writhe under his touch, letting out a breathy moan and nodding. “So fucking good, Danny,  keep going…” You had spent years touching yourself and imagining it was him but the real thing is even better than you could’ve imagined. Your whole body feels like it’s been lit up.

“You sound so pretty for me, did you make these same noises when it was just you?” He asks softly. Whenever he’d pleasure himself to the thought of you he liked to imagine you doing the same. 

“You draw it out of me even more, feels so good I can’t help it, Dans…” You mumble softly, letting the pleasure overtake you. You’re so wrapped up in your own pleasure and Danny is so wrapped up in you that neither of you hear the apartment door opening. 

“Gonna make you come, pretty girl. Gonna make you feel so good, just like you deserve.” He speeds up his motions, thrusting his fingers harder, the pressure building up in your abdomen. 

Your friend makes his way through the apartment, searching for the two of you. He’s dressed nicely in a button down shirt and jeans, an outfit similar to what you’d pictured Danny in for tonight. He hears your voices coming from Danny’s room, his soft footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

You’re completely at Danny’s mercy as he speeds up his movements, making you feel like you never had before. It’s almost overwhelming how good you feel, it’s like you’re the only two people left in the universe, living in your own little world. 

You’re both so caught up that you don’t hear the soft knocking on Danny’s door or the way it creaks open. But you’re both pulled back to reality by the loud, “Oh shit!” That comes from your friend. You both freeze, eyes quickly moving towards the door. Your friend is already backing out and covering his eyes, “I’m so fucking sorry! Liv owes me $10 now but fuck, I’m so sorry!” He backs himself into the hallway, accidentally hitting his head against the wall, letting out a yelp.

You and Danny make eye contact and burst into an embarrassed and nervous laughter. Danny pulls his fingers out from your cunt, licking them clean before sitting up. “I’ll, uh, deal with him…I’ll make it up to you later, I swear.” He kisses you again, cupping your cheek as he does, before pulling away to tend to your friend in the hallway who you’ve both definitely scarred for life.

As a warm body pressed to your back, molding against you, you froze, your heart racing in alarm. Internally panicking, you tried desperately to recall the events of the night before and if you’d brought someone home with you after the party, but everything after arriving at your friend’s place was a blank, and try as you might, you just couldn’t seem to remember, much less what you’d done with them. After all, you weren’t completely naked, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

Bracing yourself, you decided it was time to determine the identity of the mystery person in your bed–a man, by the feel of something hard pressing against your ass–hoping that might jog your memory. You knew jumping out of bed was always an option, but that was likely to wake him, and you weren’t exactly ready to face the situation head on yet, which meant buying some time to figure out just what you were dealing with–a task that felt much harder than it should have been, thanks to the throbbing in your head.

Finally finding the nerve to glance over your shoulder, your heart leapt to your throat, giving a stutter at the sight of none other than your roommate, Danny Markowitz, curled around you, his warm breath fanning over the back of your neck.

Heat instantly flooded your face as your body stiffened, your pulse thundering in your ears. How many times had you fantasized about this very scenario? Granted, not the part about being too drunk to remember what had happened, but the waking up next to Daniel part.

Before you could decide how to proceed, however, Danny stirred, his eyes fluttering open slowly. A sleepy smile stretched his lips for a moment as he peered at you blearily until reality set in and he realized this wasn’t a dream.

With a start, his eyes went wide and his face turned a hot shade of red as he bleated your name.

“W-what are you doing in my bed?” he exclaimed, hastily putting some space between you before wincing and holding his head. “Oh fuck–” he groaned softly, his own hangover catching up to him.

“Actually, Dans, you’re in my bed,” you pointed out gently and Danny blinked, glancing around at his surroundings.

“Oh,” he breathed, clearing his throat awkwardly. “How did I–? Uh, did we–?” he spluttered, his cheeks flaring hotter.

“I, uh, I don’t know…” you admitted, though you were somewhat distracted by how cute his disheveled bedhead looked.

“Oh…” Danny repeated, swallowing thickly, a horrified expression crossing his face. “I can’t remember either,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut. “I don’t even remember drinking that much,” he groaned, and you reached for the aspirin, offering him some.

“That Hippy Juice really sneaks up on you,” you explained ruefully, watching Daniel swallow down the pills with a swig of your water.

“Yeah, no kidding,” he groaned, his gaze lingering on your face before he quickly glanced away, realizing he’d been staring. “So, uh, you don’t think we actually… had sex last night, do you?” he asked hesitantly, his gaze fixed firmly on his hands in his lap.

Shifting atop the mattress, you focused on the growing ache between your thighs, trying to determine if it was the ache of a good fuck, or if you were merely aroused by the thought.

“Well, I mean, looking at the evidence, there’s no mess on the sheets, no used condom in the trash can… those signs point to no, but I can’t say for sure…” you trailed off.

“Ahh, yeah…” Danny mumbled. “Y-you’re on the pill though, right? Just in case?” he asked hastily, hating to consider the alternative.

“Oh yeah. Yeah, I am,” you answered quickly, noticing the alarm that flashed through his eyes for a moment.

A rush of breath left Daniel’s lips as he flopped back against the pillows in relief, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from snickering at how adorable he looked.

“What?” he asked, tilting his head as he caught the amused look in your eye.

“Nothing,” you answered, shaking your head, unable to keep the laughter from your voice. “You just looked really cute, that’s all,” you mumbled, drawing your knees up to your chest beneath the sheets and resting your cheek against them as you watched him.

“Wait… you think I’m cute?” Danny asked, half pushing himself up, his blue eyes going wide, and you found yourself smiling at his reaction.

“Well, yeah,” you murmured, your face burning. “I always have.” For a moment you hesitated, your chest growing tight as you considered admitting more, but before you could fully decide, the words snuck past your lips to fall from your tongue like a confession.

“I’ve kinda had a crush on you, like, forever.”

Danny gaped at you as if he were seeing you for the first time. “You…have? H-How am I just finding this out?” he bleated and panic gripped you, twisting your stomach.

“I don’t know!” you yelped, hiding your face against your knees. “I didn’t wanna make anything weird, I guess, since you were with Allie when we met,” you explained.

“Yeah, but Allie and I have been broken up for almost a year now,” Danny pointed out.

You shrugged. “Yeah… but we’re friends, and-and roommates,” you mumbled, trying to dodge the truth.

“Yeah, so?” Danny countered, sitting up the rest of the way. You could feel his eyes on you, probing insistently.

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same way,” you finally answered, curling in on yourself, your voice the barest whisper.

Silence fell over the room and you stiffened, bracing yourself for rejection.

“You didn’t think I’d—?“ Danny spluttered incredulously, shaking his head before flicking his gaze to you. “I didn’t think you’d feel the same way… about me,” he confessed, his chest tight as you finally turned your face back to his, shock painting your features.

For a moment, the two of you merely gaped at each other until an incredulous laugh bubbled up your throat. “Look at us!” you exclaimed, shaking with laughter—unable to stop once you’d begun—tears of mirth pricking your eyes.

“This whole time we both liked each other but were too afraid to say anything. It took us both getting wasted to finally figure it out,” you gasped, wiping at your eyes as your laughter finally subsided.

“Guess we had nothing t’worry ‘bout after all,” Danny sighed sheepishly, a lopsided grin stretching his mouth as he watched you, his gaze soft.

“Guess not,” you murmured, leaning in, stopping just inches from his lips, your eyes flicking hesitantly to his before he closed the gap between you, kissing you softly.

“Y’know, it’s just a shame we can’t remember last night,” you mumbled against his lips and you felt him smile.

“We could always recreate it…” he breathed, easing you down to the bed.

“That is an option, yes,” you giggled, threading your fingers through his hair.