#dannyhoeshow

“And if you for once would get off your fucking high horse and listen to me Danny, we wouldn’t be fighting right now.” You angrily pointed your words, and finger, at Danny who leaned against the dark oak door frame to your shared bedroom.

“You never shut up to let me talk! You keep running your mouth!” Danny was uncharacteristically angry, throwing his hands through his hair as he yelled. “Stop talking and use that fucking mouth for something good.”

“Oh bite me, Danny.”

He picked you up with a single arm around your waist, throwing you on the plush comforter, you gasped out in shock of his aggressive action. Danny usually took control in the bedroom, but sometimes lacked the sensual aggression you desired so much. His strong, thick body would feel so good against yours, controlling your movements, manipulating you into positions that would give you both deeper pleasure.

“Don’t test me, Y/N.” He had your arms pinned over your head, his knee pressing into you between your legs, his hot breath tickling your cheek as he spoke in a low husky tone.

Danny’s dark eyes slowly gazed down your face, landing on your lips, debating on if you deserve the satisfaction of him kissing you.

“Danny, please?” Your voice was weak and cracked when you pleaded with him, laced with desperation and attraction to the gorgeous man who was laying on top of you. “Kiss me.”

Danny leaned into you, his nose brushing against yours, his lips ghost across yours, a barely-there touch that has your hips bucking up against his. He licks your bottom lip, making you think that he was going in to kiss you. However, Danny brings your lip between his teeth, biting down hard on the flesh. You cry out, but not from pain, from excitement and eagerness for Danny to do it again.

“Danny…babe…please.”

“You like when I bite you?” He nipped at your lip again, barely sinking his teeth in. You whine in protest, and in hopes it will encourage him to keep up his dominant actions. “I’ll take that as a yes, but I want to hear your words, all of your words.”

“Yes, Danny I love it.” One of his hands remained wrapped around your wrist, the other slid under your thin shirt to pull it up so it was sitting on top of your breasts. “No bra?”

You just wiggle under his body as a response, in which he just held onto your body tighter.

“I’m not going to leave an inch of that pretty skin without a mark.” Danny grazed his teeth down the side of your neck, eliciting shivers up your spine. Your nipples hardened, giving him a new target for his erotic attack on your body, your back arched pressing them into the silk of his striped shirt.

“Fuck, Danny.”

“You were so fucking mean earlier.” He moved to the soft spot where your neck meets your shoulder, biting down hard enough it would leave perfect indentions of his teeth. When you scream again, he licks over the mark to soothe the inflamed skin. “Your words hurt babe, you need to remember that.” His free hand slides down the curve of your body, a single finger swiping under the waistband of your shorts.

“I’m s-sorry.”

“Are you actually sorry, or are you just wanting my fingers on that sweet pussy?”

All you could do was moan out a string of vulgar words as he bit right below your left collar bone. He does the same thing on the other side the moment he brushes his index finger against your clit. Your legs come up and squeeze around his waist, forcing Danny to give more pressure against the sensitive spot. He slams your legs back down on the mattress, annoyed by your fucking yourself against him.

“Tomorrow, when you find some fucking stupid reason to be mad at me, look at these marks and remember that I’m the only one that makes you feel good.”

“So good, Danny, you make me feel so good.”

“I know.”

Danny kisses down your stomach, nipping at the soft skin after every peck, tiny bruises will definitely be on display tomorrow. He lets go of your arms, your hands quickly finding their way tangled in his hair.

“You still haven’t kissed me.”

“I’m not going to.” He peers up at you through his long eyelashes, letting his stare linger for a moment on your look of disappointment. “I’m just gonna fuck you.”

Your head hits the pillow while you groan, falling in love with his filthy words that make you even wetter.

Danny works your shorts down, biting every inch from your inner thigh to your knee. He comes back towards your pussy then paused, you believed he was going to kiss exactly where you needed him, but he just smirks.

“Babe, no, please.”

“You’re not getting what you want.” He stops you from responding, distracting you by getting up to take off his navy pants, his boxers coming down with them. “It’s funny how you stop talking back the second you see my cock.”

“Danny, fuck me, please just fuck me.” You didn’t care how desperate or pathetic you sounded, you just needed him.

“I barely even touched you, you’re that needy?”

“Mhm..” you trail off, fighting the urge to rub your finger up and down your core, you gripped the sheets to give your hands something to do while Danny took his sweet time folding his clothes.

“Was it the biting? The fact that the boys will see all of the welts and bruises I’m leaving on you? Or both?”

“Babe..” you whine, clenching your thighs tightly together.

“No, spread those legs and answer my question.”

“Both! I want everyone to know I belong to you.”

“Good.” Danny finally joins you on the bed, pushing your knees apart to make room for himself. His hard cock is pressed against his stomach, his hands squeezing into the widest part of your hips, and his eyes dark with lust.

He goes back to leaving small bites around your neck and chest, never kissing you even when you move your head to try and steal one. Danny flicks his tongue against your right nipple, you moan his name, motivating him to do it for a second time.

“Danny, I want you so bad.”

“How bad?” He moves to the left nipple to do the same thing.

“So fucking bad, babe.”

“That’s fucking right.” He bites down on your nipple, thrusting into your at the same time. It was slow, but so powerful that your body arched into him.

“Danny!”

“Say it again,” he demands as he increases his pace, the veins in his forearms popping out as he holds himself above you.

“Danny!” You repeat, this time louder and even more whiny. “So good, you feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah? I know you love dripping on my cock. You love me filling you up, don’t you baby.”

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

“What a beautiful slut.” He cooed as he admired your face, running his thumb over your lips. You take the opportunity to bare your teeth into his finger, giving him a taste of his own medicine. “That’s my job baby.”

Danny always loved watching the faces you made while he fucked you, choosing the ones that made this easier. He has told you your face was too gorgeous to not be seen, especially in moments like this. Danny does, however, liked to go as deep as possible and having your legs up around his shoulder gave him exactly that.

“Fuck Danny, please.”

His hips slapped against your ass roughly as he bit into your calf that was right near his face.

“What do you want babe? You want more? You think you can handle that?”

“Yes, yes I can!”

“Okay…” Danny chuckled before he held your legs straight up against his chest, this position making it so there was nothing interfering with the motion of his hips as he fucked into you. Your tits bounced with each thrust, begging you to play with them.

“Danny, can I-fuck- can I play with myself.”

“Yes, touch where it feels good baby.”

You knees and massage them, a stinging sensation making you hiss every time you run your fingers over a bite mark.

“It pisses me off that you got me hard the second you raised your voice at me.” You give him a satisfied moan, taking pride that you have that effect on him. “All I can think about is how to shut you up, and usually that means fucking some sense back into you.”

“Fuck, Danny, keep talking.” You swear that Danny had the ability to make you cum with his words alone, and now it was no different. He knew what he was doing by the way your legs twitched against him and the small blush spread across your nose.

“Your pussy was made for me, I fit you so perfect.” “Danny…”

“Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Fuck, please more.”

“Want me to cum in you? Fill you up?”

“Yes, babe please.” You barely could get a sentence out, breathing heavy and flustered, words slurring together.

“No, get on your knees.” He slides out of you and takes a step off the bed. You let out the most piteous whine at the emptiness Danny left you.

“Danny, no!”

“On your knees.” He was pumping his cock in his hand, obviously close. All of his muscles were tense, his veins on display as he became closer and closer to his release.

You crawled over to him on your hands and knees, tongue already out for him to use.

“So compliant,” he praised while he fucked his hand a few more times

“For you Danny, and only you.” You emphasized your words by wiggling your hips, knowing that your ass was shaking in his line of sight.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned as he came on your face, completely missing your tongue. “Fuck, babe.”

“Mhm.”

He grabbed the underside of your chin, tilting your head upwards, “Let me look at you before I clean you up.”

“You like it?”