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Summary: When your thoughts get too loud and you try to use sex to drown them out, Danny teaches you there are other ways to feel wanted. A/N: I haven't seen a Danny fic on the dash in a MINUTE which is actually a crime where I'm from so here we are. This story was inspired by this ask from @tripthelightfandomtastic's WW post and decided to make it into a whole thing!
Content Warnings: emotional hurt/comfort, anxiety and self-loathing, unhealthy (sexual) coping mechanisms, crying, danny being incredibly gentle and patient, reassurance, kissing, making out, grinding, breast fondling kind of?, withdrawn consent, shame and embarrassment.
The night had stretched on far too long. Your friend's laughter seemed endless, effortless for everyone else, but each laugh from you felt forced. Danny fit right in, of course— because he always did. You caught glimpses of him across the crowded living room leaning against the counter, laughing at a story he was being told, shoulder bumping against a friend’s. His smile shone under the dim light, unbothered, natural.
And every time you saw it, a little knot tightened in your stomach.
You tried to join in, sip your drink and nod along to jokes, but everything you said sounded flat in your own ears. Not quick enough. Not funny enough. Not… enough. Sitting among people who seemed effortlessly magnetic, you felt like the fly on the wall— awkward, misplaced, counting minutes until you could leave.
Danny caught your eye once, his grin softening when he noticed how quiet you were. He gave you a small squeeze on the arm, reassuring without words. But then someone else tugged him back into conversation, and just like that, he was swept away again.
You told yourself not to care. But every time his head tipped back, every time someone’s hand touched his arm, a small, poisonous thought whispered that he looked happier without you.
You tried to shake it off, but the room felt heavy, the air too thick. You could feel the pulse of conversation around you like a current you couldn’t quite swim with. Your stomach turned, and the dull thrum of alcohol only made everything worse. Normally, it loosened you up, let you blend in better. Tonight it just amplified everything you already hated feeling.
You wanted to go home. You wanted to cry. You wanted, more than anything, to feel wanted.
Not in some casual, passing way. You wanted to be seen, and to feel like you mattered.
So you smiled when he finally came back over, tried to sound normal when you said you were tired, let your hand linger when it brushed his. You just needed something to drown out the noise in your own head before it got too loud.
By the time you and Danny made it back home, your chest was buzzing with the leftover static of the evening. The door shut behind you with a soft click, and you snapped.
You turned before Danny could even clock it, reaching for him in a rush of eagerness. Your hands slid into his jacket, fisting the fabric as you pressed him back against the door and kissed him hard. Not careful, not slow, just a sudden, hungry crush of lips.
Danny’s laugh broke into the kiss, surprised. His hands found your hips instantly, holding you firm against him. “Well, hello,” he murmured, grinning against your mouth before kissing you back with just as much force. He loved when you got needy for him.
Your heart thundered. Every brush of his lips, every squeeze of his hands was an answer to the chant in your head: yes, yes, more, touch me, keep touching me. You kissed him like you could crawl inside the warmth of him and burn everything else out.
He shifted under you, pulling you tighter to his chest, deepening the kiss with a similar eagerness that made your breath catch. His thumb stroked over your waist through your shirt, his other hand sliding up your back like he couldn’t get close enough either.
It was dizzying. For a moment, the doubts, the comparisons, the noise from the night, were gone. There was only the heat of his mouth, the solid strength of his body against yours, the proof that here, with him, you weren’t invisible.
But you couldn't stop. You needed this distraction. You needed him to need you. You barely let him catch his breath before your hands slid up to his chest, tugging at his jacket off his shoulders. Still locked against his mouth, you turned him and walked him toward the couch, every step fueled by that gnawing need in your chest.
Danny was grinning into the kiss again, his lips moving with yours, his laughter muffled and warm. To him, it was spontaneous, fun—his girl couldn’t keep her hands off him. But to you, it was anything but lighthearted. You needed this, needed him, like oxygen. You didn’t even want to think about it.
The back of his knees hit the couch and you pushed, breaking the kiss only long enough to press him down into the cushions. He landed with a soft thump, eyes wide and shining, caught between surprise and delight.
He looked up at you, a little dazed. Eager.
You didn’t let the moment hang. You climbed onto him, straddling his lap, hands rushing to frame his face again as you crashed your lips back to his. The kiss was feverish, all consuming, your breath shaky as your thumbs stroked along his jaw.
He groaned low in his throat, hands sliding instinctively to your hips, holding you steady against him. He kissed you back with just as much hunger, but underneath the eagerness there was a quick flash of awareness.
Because he’d seen you tonight. The way you’d gone quiet, the way you’d shrunk back in that crowd. And now here you were, on him like kissing him was the only way to breathe.
Your eyes squeezed shut as if that could block it all out— the voices from earlier, the laughter you couldn’t join, the way you hated the mere thought of yourself being back in that room. You kissed him harder, mouth urgent, chasing the only thing that mattered: touch me, touch me, touch me.
Danny tried to pull back for a breath, a crooked grin on his lips. “Slow down baby, we aren't in a ru—”
You cut him off, slamming your mouth back to his before he could finish. He made a muffled noise of surprise, half-laugh, half-groan. “Mm—okay,” he muttered against your lips, hands gripping tighter at your hips as if to steady you.
But you didn’t steady. You broke away only to trail kisses down his jaw, along the curve of his throat, biting at the edge of his collar. His head tipped back against the couch, breath stuttering when your fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt. You shoved it up, palms pressing against the heat of his stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under your touch.
“Fuck, baby—” his voice cracked into a groan, his chest rising quick. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your only reply was to climb back up to his mouth, claiming him again with frantic, teeth clashing kisses. His lips, his breath, his warmth— if you just drowned in it, maybe you could quiet the storm clawing at your insides.
Your fingers found his fly, fumbling at the button, and he grunted, hips jerking before his hand shot down to catch yours. He pulled your hands back up to his stomach, holding them there firmly, his breath rough against your lips. “Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmured, soft but unyielding. “Slow down a little.”
But you couldn’t. Your brows furrowed, chest heaving as you tried to wriggle free from his hold. The desperation was choking now, spilling over, and you kissed him harder, faster, teeth knocking his as your throat tightened with a lump you refused to let rise.
“Please,” you whispered over his lips in only a brushed pause, so brief he nearly didn’t catch it.
You ground down against him, movements messy and rushed, mouth moving over his like you could carve the words into him without speaking: want me, want me, want me, please.
Danny tried to catch your eyes, but you wouldn’t look at him. Even when his palms framed your face, breaking the kiss just enough to angle your head toward him, your gaze darted down his chest, anywhere but his eyes.
His brows knit together. He tried to follow your gaze, moving his face into your line of sight, but you dodged, kissing along his cheek, down the edge of his jaw, back to his throat.
“Baby,” he said gently, voice edged with worry, “look at me.”
But you didn’t. You just kept going, your lips moving, your breath shaky. A hollow ache opened wider inside you with every second he wasn’t giving in completely. Why wasn’t he touching you anymore?
You grabbed his hand and pressed it against your breast, but all he could feel was the frantic beat of your heart. He held you there, fingers curling, but only lightly. Barely. Not enough.
You dragged his mouth back to yours, desperate, your lips crushing against his, your eyes clamped shut. If you kept them closed tight enough, maybe the bad thoughts wouldn’t seep back in. Maybe you could trick yourself into believing this was what you needed.
But his eyes stayed open. Watching. Searching. His hand slipped away from your chest, dropping heavy to his lap. His lips stopped moving beneath yours, going still, though you pressed harder, like you could pull the response out of him by force.
“Baby…” His voice was soft now, right at your mouth, tilting his head just enough that your next kiss landed clumsily on his cheek.
You shook your head, refusing to stop, refusing to hear that softness, and pressed frantic kisses along his jaw, down the column of his throat. Your hands fumbled clumsily with his belt again, fingers trembling, eyes locked on the warm line of his neck because you couldn’t bear to meet the burn of his gaze.
Danny just sat there beneath you, his chest rising unevenly, his eyes fixed on you.
“Sweetheart—stop.”
The word hit harder than his hands ever could. Stop.
It landed in your stomach like a stone dropped in water, ripples of shame spreading out instantly. The heat in your face wasn’t the dizzy warmth of kissing anymore—it was the sear of embarrassment, climbing fast up your neck, burning behind your ears. Your breaths came ragged, louder than you wanted, chest pressed to his but somehow still too tight, like no air could get in.
Why? Why isn’t this working? Why won’t he just… want me back?
You froze only halfway, hovering above him, lips parted and trembling. “What?” you snapped out, sharper than you intended. But even to your own ears, the edge thinned quick, wavering beneath something smaller, weaker.
Danny shifted beneath you, his broad frame steady against the couch cushions. His knees parted slightly to hold you more securely on his lap, though he wasn’t pulling you closer anymore. His hands that had just been clutching your hips with urgency, eased their grip. One slid up with deliberate patience, brushing past your ribs, past the rapid thud of your heart beneath your shirt.
“What’s going on?” he asked, soft, low, almost coaxing.
You shook your head too fast, strands of hair falling forward into your face. He reached up, tucking them gently behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your temple in slow motion, tender, cautious, like he was afraid you’d flinch if he moved too suddenly.
“Nothing’s going on,” you blurted. You straightened your spine, rolling your shoulders back as if posture could make you believable. “I just want you.”
And you smiled—the smile you knew by heart, the one you’d practiced enough to wield like a weapon. That half-lidded, sultry curve of your lips that usually melted him instantly, drew out the shadow in his eyes and the husky drop in his voice.
You leaned in, lips parting, your breath brushing the stubble along his jaw as you aimed for his mouth again—anything to prove yourself right, anything to erase the stop.
But Danny moved. Not harsh, not even quickly, just… away. A subtle tilt of his head, a lean to the side so your kiss caught only the air beside his cheek.
The miss was so slight but so devastating you felt your whole body jolt. Your lips landed uselessly against nothing, your teeth catching your bottom lip.
Danny didn’t let you chase. His hand was still cradling the side of your face, thumb ghosting just below your eye, steadying you though he was denying you at the same time. His other hand had stilled against your hip, his palm heavy but unmoving, holding you there without pushing you away.
“Baby,” he said softly, almost coaxing, his brows knitting as he studied your face. “What’s wrong?”
Your throat closed around the answer that didn’t exist, and before you could stop it, your eyes burned. You blinked fast, willing the tears back, but they clung anyway, hot and unrelenting.
“Hey…” he murmured, his brow furrowing deeper. “Are you—are you crying? Sweetheart—”
You swallowed hard, clearing your throat, forcing the lump down. “No,” you rasped. You straightened abruptly, sitting taller on his lap, looking anywhere but him— the wall behind him, the floor lamp in the corner. Anywhere but his face.
You shifted, sliding your palms against his shoulders as you started to push yourself off his lap. Fine. If he didn’t want you, if this wasn’t going to work, then you’d retreat before the sadness swallowed you whole.
But Danny’s hands didn’t let you go. His grip tightened at your hips, steady and unyielding, holding you firmly in place.
“Don’t run off,” he said quietly, but there was steel under the softness. He guided you back down onto him, grounding you with the weight of his hands. His eyes searched yours, patient, steady, his voice dropping even lower. “Talk to me. What’s going on with you?”
You tried to speak, but the words jammed somewhere in your throat, crowding with everything you’d been holding back. Your chin trembled once, twice, before you bit your lip hard, trying to stop it. But the more you fought, the worse it got.
Danny’s expression cracked the second your face did. The patience shifted to pain, to something that hurt to look at. He didn’t hesitate. He pulled you against him, arms closing around you with a sure, protective strength.
The sound that escaped you was sharp, embarrassing, a gasp that broke apart halfway through.
You ruined it. You always ruin it. You can’t even just—be normal. You can’t be light, or fun, or easy. He wanted something simple and you had to break it. You had to turn it into this.
He held you tighter when your breath hitched, his hand spreading flat across your back, rubbing up and down in slow, steady lines. The sound of your own sobbing felt too loud in the quiet room, each one catching on your breath like it physically hurt to let go.
“That’s it,” he said quietly, voice right near your ear. “You’re alright. Just breathe, baby.”
You shook your head against him, the movement small and shaky. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your voice breaking. “I don’t— I didn’t mean to—”
“Shh.” His palm slid up to the back of your neck, grounding you. “You don’t have to say anything right now. Just slow down, yeah?”
You tried, but your breath came uneven and rough. It felt like every inhale scraped against something raw inside your chest. You ruin everything. You make it weird. You can’t just be normal for once.
“I just wanted to feel—” You stopped, swallowing hard, eyes squeezing shut. You couldn’t even say it.
Danny leaned back a little so he could see your face. His eyes were steady, but softer now. “Feel what?”
You shook your head, tears spilling anyway. “I don’t know. Something. Anything that didn’t feel like this.”
He nodded slowly, like he understood, though his jaw tightened a little. “Okay,” he said after a second, his tone careful. “But this—” he gestured faintly, not unkind, “—what you were doing before… that’s not how we handle stuff like this, alright?”
Guilt crawled up your throat. “I know, I know. I just— I didn’t know what else to do.”
He sighed, not in frustration, but in that way that meant he was thinking. “You don’t have to fix it by… doing something. You just gotta tell me when it’s bad, okay?”
“I know, I just,” you sighed. “It’s like— if I made it physical then the feeling would go away.” You ducked your head in shame. “It always does for a bit. I feel wanted, or useful, or just… less in my head. It’s easier than trying to explain why I feel like crap.”
He was quiet for a moment. You could feel his eyes on you, steady but soft. “I get it,” he said finally. “It makes sense. It’s just not fair to you. You shouldn’t have to trade your body for peace.”
You swallowed, blinking hard. “I didn’t mean to make it weird.”
“It’s not weird,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s just… human. You had a bad day, your head got loud. That happens. But next time, let’s start with talking, okay? And if you just need a distraction from everything, we’ll figure something else out.”
You nodded, chewing at the inside of your cheek. The lump in your throat came back, smaller but still there. You moved without really thinking, leaning into him until your forehead rested back against his collarbone.
Danny’s arms came up around you right away, pulling you in tight. He pressed his lips to the top of your head, holding them there for a second longer than usual. You could feel the sigh leave his chest.
“You’re alright. You’re okay, baby,” he murmured into your hair, his voice low and steady.
You nodded against him, the word okay barely meaning anything but still helping anyway. His hand rubbed slow, comforting lines up and down your back.
“Proud of you for saying it,” he whispered.
Your eyes stung again. “Didn’t really have a choice,” you muttered, trying to laugh a little, but it came out shaky.
He smiled softly into your hair. “Still counts.”
Tag List: @frogkiszka @hailtheaeon @allof--mylove @scarabsinthestardust @musicislove3389 @lightsofthe-living-gvf @spark-my-nature
Warnings: 18+, graphic sexual content, this is a slash fic!!!, teasing, unprotected penetrative sex, dom & sub situations, coming out, BDSM, M & F penetration, language, dirty talk, M & F oral, let me know if I missed anything!
Summary: You and Jake decide it’s time to make some confessions. Smut. Smut. Smut.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Y/N POV
The voice came echoing through your home. You knew that voice, well voices. Josh came in faster than your bodies could move and Sam directly behind him.
You must have forgotten to lock the door last night after letting Danny in. You met Danny’s stare. Both of your eyes bulging from your skulls. You were ripped from your trance. This isn't exactly how you wanted to come out to everyone. You had less than a minute to make yourselves some kind of decent.
Danny scrambled to grab your clothes that were strewn across the living room. You knew how you both looked, red faced, tangled hair, sweat covered. There was no hiding it.
“Is Danny here? He’s usually late to our cookouts,” you heard Sam quiz.
You were begging for Jake to wake up any second now. You and Danny slid on what little clothing you had started out with. Josh and Sam finally made it to the living room.
“Hello, anyone home, I-..” Josh started then quickly cut off catching you and Danny’s eyes on the couch. His eyes turned the size of saucers, Sam’s as well.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Josh boomed at you both, pointing his finger to you both. He knew almost instantly.
You tried to act normal as Danny stayed silent beside you. You had narrated this conversation in your own head a few times now. Every scenario had included Jake beside you and certainly not this awkward situation you were in now. You thought you had longer before anyone found out. You knew they would, or that you would eventually tell them, but not this soon.
“Jake is still sleeping, why don’t I-” you started, but were cut off.
“Jake is here? You mean you guys did this not only in his house that you share, but with him still asleep in your room!” Josh was yelling, red faced. You had never seen him so angry. He never gave you a moment to explain.
He made a quick move to your bedroom, where Jake was sleeping soundly through this entire conversation. “JAKE! Jake get up!” Josh yelled, slamming your bedroom door open.
Of course Jake shot up at that. Josh waited for him to throw some pants on and hobble out. “What is all of this yelling about, geez?” Jake groaned out, still trying to wake up.
He made eye contact with you and Danny, realizing quickly what Josh and Sam had walked in on. “Well good morning everyone,” Jake peeped out.
“Jake, it's the afternoon. We made plans, remember? That’s not important right now. I think that Y/n and Danny have something to tell you.” Josh said clearly annoyed and angry now.
“Oh yeah, what’s up guys?” Jake said grinning. Of course Jake would turn this into a game or a joke.
“Jake, this is serious,” Sam huffed out.
You knew better than to look at Danny. He was still silent, squeezing your thigh. The three of you were clearly trying to suppress the laughs that were ready to erupt out. It was a funny situation you had found yourselves in. You were surely to be laughing about this hours from now. But for now you and Danny especially were a ball of nerves.
“Uhm, well, Danny and I were-” you tried to start.
Josh cut you off once again, finishing your sentence for you. “They were fucking. When we walked in, they tried to hide it. Jake I’m so sorry…”
You had to appreciate how protective they both were of Jake. You knew they meant well. You mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ to Jake, earning a strange look from Josh and Sam.
Jake walked over to you and Danny, joining you on the couch. “Why don’t you guys come sit for a minute?”
Josh and Sam slowly took a seat on the opposite couch. Jake took the spot between you and Danny, holding each of your hands. “What’s going on?” Josh whispered.
The three of you shared a look, nodding your heads, it was time. “So guys, I guess now is a better time than any,” he paused to take in a breath. “Y/n, Danny, and I are together. We’re in a relationship. They weren’t doing anything wrong,” Jake started.
Josh and Sam listened carefully, taking it all in. The shock covered their faces. “Can we ask questions?” Sam said. Of course he was the first to speak up.
“Of course,” you said.
“When did this start? How did this start? How long has it been going on?” Sam began rolling in the questions.
“Why don’t we give them a minute,” Josh said.
It had been some time since Danny spoke. He seemed shocked, maybe it was too soon for him. He had hardly looked up.
“I’m so sorry guys. I would never have acted like that if I had known,” Josh said sorrowfully.
“Josh, it's okay. You didn’t know. I do appreciate how protective you guys were over him though, it was from the heart I know,” you said.
“I appreciate you guys sharing this with us, thank you,” Josh said, Sam agreeing.
“Maybe we should get the fire started and have some drinks. Then we can discuss it more if you guys wanted,” you suggested.
“This calls for a celebration!” Sam exclaimed.
So that is exactly what you did. You all smiled at one another and made your way to the backyard. You did wish that your own bubble had lasted a bit longer, but it did feel like a weight off of your chest. It was nice that your closest friends knew. It was also nice how accepting they were. You were worried that they might be weird or awkward about it, but they were the most accepting people that you had ever known.
You were in a state of comfort now. Being able to hold both of their hands in the open.
Danny POV
You had been racking your brain for a while now, maybe months. You didn’t quite understand your own feelings at first, and you were still coming to understand them now. You were falling for them much harder and much faster than you had imagined you would. The three of you had had plenty of conversations over the last few weeks about your deepest feelings.
You had concerns that you had kept to yourself about telling people. Not because you didn’t want to, you did, more than anything. You were proud of who you were and who you were with. Josh and Sam cared about you and you knew without a doubt they would be accepting of you. But you didn’t want them to tiptoe around you.
You had hoped for more time to wrap your head around it all. You didn’t really know how anyone would react or how to even start the conversation. That bubble was busted as soon as Sam and Josh walked in and saw what they did.
As soon as you heard Josh yelling like you had never heard before you went into another world. Unable to form any thoughts or words. You sat frozen in your spot on the couch. You focused on the carpet underneath your bare feet. You heard voices talking, but they were muffled. Anxiety and fear were taking over.
“I’m happy for you guys, this is wonderful!” you heard a voice say.
You felt a squeeze on your thigh, “Uhm Danny? Would you like to add anything?”
You did it. You came out. You felt empowered, even happier than you already were. You didn’t think that was even possible.
You could see the relief shared between the three of you, the happiness that flowed through the room. You spent the evening opening up to Josh and Sam about your still new relationship. They wanted every last detail.
Jake POV
The four people that you cared for the most sat around you. You could feel Josh’s happiness and acceptance of you in your bones. It meant everything to you.
You thought that coming out would be harder. But it was the easiest conversation you had ever had.
The weeks went by like a dream. Danny stayed almost every night. He had all but moved in with you. The relationship was better than ever. You were learning more and more about your dynamic and how to make things work.
Tonight he decided to head to his own house. You and Y/n decided to make it a date night between the two of you. Towards the end of the night after a few glasses of wine Y/n led you up to the bedroom.
You and Y/n had shared everything with Danny. Every secret, detail, and element between you. He fit right in. He was a part of you both now.
There was one thing that the two of you had left out. One not so little detail, a secret you shared. You and Y/n hadn’t talked too much about it. You simply decided that you would tell him when or if the time was ever right.
There was another side to yourselves that you hadn’t involved Danny in. Part of you felt guilty about keeping it from him. You wanted to be honest with him. But a part of you also wondered if it would scare him away.
As Y/n straddled your lap seductively she spoke, “Why don’t we take this somewhere else?”
You knew exactly what she was getting at, where she was talking about.
“Before we do, could we talk?” you whispered.
She nodded and let you continue. “We should tell him. I think it’s time. Don’t you?”
“It’s almost like you read my mind. I’ve been thinking that maybe we should invite him into our other world,” she spoke so genuinely.
“What if we called him now?” you asked.
“What if we had one more night of it alone? Just the two of us, to just be our’s?” she spoke as you lifted her from the bed and carried her down the hall.
“One more night. Just us baby,” you said as you typed in your security code.
The lock lightly clicked, you griped the handle and turned it swiftly, opening the door to your separate life, separate world. As you made your way in your mind was taking you back to when you’d had this room added into your home. The look on Y/N’s face was priceless. You only came out of the room when you needed food and water for atleast the first week after it was ready. You had never told a soul that this room existed. Until Danny came into your lives you had never even considered it.
Adrenaline coursed through you. Excitement went to your center. You wanted this night to last. It was going to be exciting bringing Danny into this world, if he accepted the invitation that was. It was fun to know that this would be your last night with this secret between you and Y/n.
You took the lead now, guiding her to the satin red sheets on the king size bed in the center of your secret room. This room held secrets, pleasure, excitement, and much more.
The room had no windows, no other entrances. It was dark, but illuminated in the right places. Your play materials lining the walls.
You were inside of your secret that you were keeping from your boyfriend. You had many different names for it. Just one more night. Tomorrow you would call Danny.
Danny POV
You had slept at your place only a handful of times since you had been on break. Especially since coming out, you had stayed with them more and more. Tonight you had decided that you were feeling more like being alone. Even on the few nights that you had stayed at your place, you had spent the days with them. You hadn’t gone without them a single day. You were head over heels attached. You were in this deep.
The next evening you found yourself on the way to Jake and Y/n’s place. Something felt odd. At first you would call or send a message to one of them before coming over. Now it was just expected of you to show up, that was when you did leave. It was later in the afternoon when Jake had called, there was something in his voice that you weren’t familiar with yet. He specifically called you and asked you to come tonight. Something that he hadn’t done in weeks.
It was more of a demand rather than an invitation. You felt almost compelled to do whatever he told you. There was something in his voice that seemed dark, almost sinister. You could hear Y/n giggling in the background.
Just as you hung up the phone, you got a text message.
Y/n🌸❤️: Attachment 1 image: “See you soon!”
Your eyes went wide as you clicked to open the message. There she sat, straddling Jake's lap. Both of them naked, her delicate hands wrapped around his length. His mouth attached to her breast, leaving a trail of purple marks.
When you got to their front porch you hesitated. Did you knock or just walk in like usual? It looked dark inside, you couldn’t see or hear anything. It was too quiet. You decided to just walk in, everything was fine, everything was normal. It was just your nerves working you up.
You slowly opened the door, “Hello?”
You heard the turntable playing slow, romantic music. The crackle of the fire caught your attention, it was the only light in the room, besides a few candles. You looked over to the living room to see Jake and Y/n snuggled up in front of the fire. They must not have heard you come in. You took a moment to capture this image in your mind. They looked so peaceful. They were turned away from you, all that you could make out was their silhouettes.
You shut the door just enough for them to hear you.
Neither one of them spoke, but they turned their heads to you and smiled. You took this as a sign that everything was alright and to come all the way in. Y/n patted the spot on the ground beside her for you to take a seat. You sat down onto the makeshift palette with them. Now you could finally see them.
“Hi baby,” she spoke sweetly, placing her silky legs in your lap.
The fire illuminated them with a bright orange glow. You felt your eyes go wide. Jake had his back laid against the couch. Y/n was slotted between his bare thighs.
They wanted you to see them this way. Naked and exposed, all for you.
They each had a look in their eyes that was new to you. It was something dark, mischievous. You weren’t sure what to expect. The three of you sat in a comfortable silence. You couldn’t peel your eyes from either one of them. You had seen them naked numerous times, been more than intimate. But this seemed different somehow.
“I think that you’re a little overdressed,” Jake said, eyeing your figure.
“What’s the occasion?” you quizzed. You knew that they had to have something up their sleeves.
Y/n spoke up, “We just wanted to have a nice evening together, that’s all.”
You didn’t believe a word that she said, her eyes telling you an entirely different story.
Y/n POV
You and Jake had decided to share more than your secret with Danny. This night was going to be a special one. You had many romantic nights together, spent all of this time building your relationship together. You had spent all day together trying to figure out the way to do it. The way to show him, to tell him. The last thing that either of you wanted was to scare him away.
Now Danny sat in front of you. The fire illuminating his caramel eyes as they bore into you and Jake. You could tell that Danny was a bit intimidated by you for the first time. You sat up from Jake’s lap to help Danny get undressed. You guided him back down to join you and Jake on the floor.
Here you sat in silence again. This time Danny sprawled himself out for you and Jake to gawk over. He didn’t let you look too long before he straddled himself over you and Jake. Sometimes you forgot how dominating he could be. His curls structured perfectly around his glowing face, his innocent and caring eyes switching between you and Jake. Little did he know what you had planned for him.
Jake wrapped one hand around your body and brought the other to Danny’s face.
“We wanted to take care of you tonight baby,” Jake spoke with meaning.
Jake looked back to you, letting you know that he was ready. You swiftly switched your positions. You pushed Danny back into Jake’s spot, comfortably sat up. You and Jake straddled each bare thigh. Jake began peppering kisses down Danny’s body, while you brought your mouth to his. You swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, he eagerly opened his mouth to invite you all the way in.
Jake gripped the back of your neck, pulling you from Danny’s lips. Slowly, he swiped his thumb over Danny’s lower lip, sucking it between his teeth. He quickly took your spot on his lips.
Once Jake pulled away from Danny, you all sat back for a moment to catch your breath. You took these moments to take in each other’s essence. The crackle of the fire and the slow steady breathing from you sounded the room.
Jake took a deep breath and spoke softly, “Before we take this any farther, Danny, Y/n and I would like to talk to you about something.”
Jake’s eyes darted between you and Danny. You could tell he was trying to gather his thoughts. You were shocked that he spoke first. You were always the one to find the words to everything. Danny was clearly panicked by this, not knowing what to expect.
Jake nodded to you and squeezed your hand for reassurance one more time before there was no going back.
“Is everything alright?” Danny said nervously.
“Yes baby, everything is great. No need to be worried. We just wanted to talk, that’s all,” you said now squeezing Danny’s hand to reassure him.
“You know, we’ve spent almost all of our time together. It’s been an amazing time, you basically live here. You know that I’m not the best at putting my feelings into words. I feel, well, we both feel that our feelings for you have grown deeper,” Jake began.
You watched lovingly as he spoke so passionately. You could tell that he was starting to get a bit overwhelmed with emotion. He started to stutter and become bashful. His cheeks were red and teeth flashing white as he grinned. He glanced up to you, signaling for you to take over now.
“Like Jake was saying, our feelings have grown deeper for you. You mean so much to us both. You’ve become more important than we could have imagined. Our relationship has blossomed into something beautiful,” you paused, catching your own breath, and working up your own nerves.
You cupped Danny’s blushed pink cheek and held Jake’s hand tightly, “What I’m trying to say is that, I love you. We don’t want you to feel pressured to say it back or anything like that. We just felt that it was important to tell you how we feel about you. What you really mean to us,” you felt a happy tear fall silently down your cheek.
“I love you, Danny,” Jake said looking caringly into Danny’s eyes.
Danny looked between you two. He seemed a bit stunned by your confessions at first.
“I love you both, so much,” Danny said to you both.
You were all crying just a little. Happy tears of course. Each of you feeling giddy and joyful.
There was an energy charge in the room like you had never felt before. You were drenched, your boyfriends were impossibly hard. You slid over to straddle Danny. Without warning you sunk down onto him completely. He let out a deep groan at the sudden stimulation and gripped your hips. Jake took the spot behind you, placing his hands on top of Danny’s. They began to work your hips together, making you fuck harder onto him. He brought one hand up to your lips, instructing you to open. He pushed his calloused fingers into your mouth.
He brought his soaked fingers to Danny’s entrance. Slowly going deep inside of him as you rode him. Danny’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. You were both crying out now.
“Honey, wasn’t there something else we wanted to tell Danny?” Jake whispered to you, just loud enough for Danny to hear.
“What did you want to tell me Y/n?” Danny said, never slowing down his pace.
“Go ahead baby, tell him,” Jake said as he fucked his fingers harder into Danny.
You tried to form the words, whenever you tried to slow down Danny only worked you harder.
“You’re only making this worse on yourself you know,” Jake grunted, smacking your ass harshly.
You knew if you didn’t make the words come out soon you would have a harsh punishment in store for yourself later. “D-Danny, we have something that we wanted to share with you,” you just barely got out.
“Oh yeah sweet girl? And what would that be?” Danny said, clearly just as close to his end as you.
“Jake, can we show him, please?” you moaned.
“If you cum for us we can baby,” Jake said.
Jake had found Danny’s sweet spot, curling his fingers deep inside of him. Danny swirled his fingers swiftly around your clit. You felt his hips falter and he squeezed around Jake’s fingers. You felt him coat your walls as he spilled inside of you. Just as he filled you up you let go. Jake was holding you up as you came down.
Jake pulled you up slowly, you hissed at the loss of Danny inside of you. You felt his mess spill down the inside of your thighs.
Danny stood up slowly, pulling Jake in for a kiss. He asked again, “So is anyone going to show me?”
You and Jake shared a grin. You had just confessed your love for him, how hard could this be? You were both still a bit nervous to show him this other side of you. The one that no one knew. Jake took the lead, you and Danny trailed right behind him up the stairs. You stopped in front of what everyone knew was just another storage closet.
“You’re showing me the closet?” Danny said, confused.
“Hm, not exactly,” you chuckled.
Jake opened the door and moved around a few boxes, exposing a keypad built into the wall. Jake slowly punched in the code. The false wall slid open, exposing the dimly lit room. Jake walked in first, Danny and you followed directly behind. Danny’s eyes went wide. You flipped on the bigger light to give him a better view. His eyes didn’t know where to land. His face was red. All of you were clearly nervous.
Danny was now in your den. In the center of the room was a king sized bed, with red silk sheets. On each corner of the bed were black cuff restraints. The right side wall was covered in toys, top to bottom. Whips, floggers, blindfolds, vibrators, rope, cuffs, and much more. The left side had a swing and handcuffs hanging from the ceiling. You had LED lights illuminating the room in a deep red.
You watched as Danny took it all in. Inspecting every bit of the room. His feet seemed to be glued to the floor. Jake’s eyes were glued to him, just watching and waiting for any kind of reaction.
“So, uhm, what are you thinking?” you peeped out, holding your breath for his response.
“Honestly?” Danny whispered.
“Please,” Jake said.
“I can’t believe you guys have had this back here the entire time! This is amazing! I uh, I’ve never really engaged in any BDSM type of stuff. I mean handcuffs ya know, but that’s all. Nothing as serious as this,” Danny explained.
“If it isn’t something that you’re interested in, there’s no judgment here. There’s no pressure to do anything at all. We just thought that it was time to show you this part of our lives. We wanted to have shared it all with you,” you explained softly.
“Thank you for sharing this with me. I would like to be a part of this side of your relationship. You just have to, you know, explain things to me. I don’t really know how any of this works,” Danny said, a smile spreading onto his face.
You saw the joy on Jake’s face. This meant so much to both of you.
“Would you like to maybe try something out tonight? We would start slow of course. We aren’t going to jump into anything you aren’t comfortable with. You could watch if you wanted?” Jake asked eagerly.
“Maybe I could watch first, if that would be okay? Then maybe I could join in?” Danny asked shyly.
There was a small couch in the corner of the room. It had a perfect view of the entire room, all angles. Danny made himself comfortable, not really sure what to expect. You both kissed Danny passionately and made your way to the middle of the room.
You and Jake figured that you would take it slower tonight. You didn’t want to overwhelm Danny with too much at once. You were excited for him to see this side of you and excited to have him watch.
“Go pick and then get on your knees in front of the bed, hands out.” Jake commanded you.
“Yes sir.”
You were determined to put on a good show for Danny. You saw the way his eyes lit up at Jake commanding you. You went over to your wall to make your decision. You picked out a pink silk blindfold with matching handcuffs and a small flogger.
You laid it out on the bed, got down on your knees, and waited patiently. It was all about intimidation for Jake, especially with Danny watching. He loved to keep you on your toes, watching and waiting for his next move. He picked up the blindfold first and held it out for you, “Put it on.”
You slipped it over, covering your eyes. The loss of the sense was exciting. “Hands.”
You eagerly held your hands out to him. “Behind your back.” He tightly put on the handcuffs.
He slapped his hard cock against your face a few times, “Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Now open.”
You opened your mouth and held out your tongue. Jake let a string of saliva fall to your tongue. He tapped his cock on your tongue, mixing your saliva on his head. He slowly slid himself to the hilt. He pulled in and out a few times. Getting you used to the feeling first. He began slamming down your throat. Fucking your face brutally. The pornographic sounds that were coming from the both of you were sinful. He was making a mess of you quickly.
He pushed himself to the hilt once more and held himself there. With your throat full, he told you to take a deep breath, then he held your nose. Tears began falling from your eyes, your throat was burning, you were trying your hardest to hold back the threatening gag.
He pulled away completely, removing himself from your throat, allowing you to catch your breath.
“Danny, do you want to come try her out?”
“Are you sure?” you heard Danny quiz nervously.
“Tell him what you want baby,” Jake demanded.
“I want Danny to use my throat however he wants, Sir,” you pleaded.
You heard them shuffling around the room. You could hear Danny’s heavy breathing now. You could sense his presence over you.
“I’ll guide you through everything, don’t worry,” Jake said to Danny.
“You don’t have to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with. First, ask her for her color.”
You took a minute to adore the way that Jake was helping Danny along. It was a very intimate moment that you were sharing.
“What's your color sweetheart?” Danny asked gently.
“Green,” you said. You left out the ‘Sir’ part on purpose.
“Do you want to correct her or me?” Jake said to Danny.
“Will you show me how?” Danny answered shyly.
“I’m going to show Danny how to correct you now, okay baby?” Jake said.
“Yes Sir.”
You heard Jake pick up the flogger still behind you on the bed.
“Stand up and bend over the bed.”
You obeyed.
Jaked rubbed the swell of your ass a few times, tapping it lightly. This was him letting you know what was about to come. “You can start out gentle and work your way up from there. She likes it anyway that you’ll give it to her.”
You felt the burning sting as it made contact with you. Just the sound of the ‘crack’ made you wet. Another ‘crack’ and you felt yourself tighten around nothing.
“You see the mess it’s making of her cunt. I told you she loves it. I bet that she left out ‘Sir’ on purpose. She does that sometimes. So, do you want to try now? Remember you don’t have to until you’re ready?” Jake said to Danny.
You heard Danny take the flogger for himself. “Color baby?” he asked.
“Green, Sir,”
You wished that you could see this. You loved when Danny was dominant, but you knew this was on an entirely different level. He mimicked Jake’s moves, rubbing the swell of your ass, even pecking gentle kisses against your whelped skin. The first crack was soft, as Danny got his bearings. He punished you with two more licks. These two were rough, just the way you liked. His nerves melted away. You could tell he was comfortable now.
“Fuck - Thank you Sir,” you whimpered out. Your blindfold was tear stained.
“Oh Jake, you were right. We haven’t even touched her and she is a soaked mess,” he said.
“Sit up,” Jaked instructed.
“Now go back to your place, so that Danny can have his way with your mouth,”
You sat and waited for Danny. You heard them kissing, passionately. Torturing you. They were being loud on purpose, knowing that you couldn’t see anything. You whined pathetically, begging for something, anything.
“Oh I think that our girl feels neglected,” Danny said.
“Tell Danny what you need then. Be good for him,” Jake said.
“Please Sir, fuck my mouth, anything. I’ll take whatever you want to give me,” you begged.
You felt Danny move inches from your face. He rubbed the head of his cock against your plump lips. “Open.” Danny instructed you.
He was slow and gentle at first. He had been rough before, shown his dominating side. But he had never been like he just saw Jake be with you before.
With his cock down your throat he spoke to Jake, “Can you get me something?”
You heard Jake pick something from your assortment of toys, but you couldn’t figure out what exactly. You felt something wrap around the back of your head. It took you a moment to realize what you were feeling. A tight leather belt was wrapped around the back of your head. Danny was holding the reins. He was slowly pulling your head forward, forcing you to swallow him whole.
You were aching to touch him, see him. You wanted to look into his eyes as he made a mess of you. He began to fuck your face brutally, in an animalistic way.
You were trying your best to get any kind of friction. Rubbing your thighs together, in hopes that neither of them would notice. Of course Jake knew all of your tricks. He caught you almost immediately.
“Stop,” Jake ordered.
The pressure from the belt around the back of your head faded away, Danny slowed his pace to a complete stop and removed himself from your mouth. You could hear Jake walking closer to you. He yanked the blindfold from over your eyes.
You knew the look in Jake’s eyes, the game that you were both playing at. And just maybe you were both toying a bit more to put on a show for Danny.
“I was feeling generous tonight. I was going to let you choose, but now I think that I will be making the choices,” Jake growled at you as he lifted you off of the floor. He gave you just a moment to steady yourself before throwing you onto the bed.
“Look at you, a pathetic mess already and we are only just getting started,” he spoke again as he untied your hands, only to tie them right back. He sat you in the upright position, each of your arms laid out and tied to the silk ropes on either side of the bed. He was making you sit and wait, drawing out every well calculated move. Danny had stayed at his place at the end of the bed, watching and waiting.
“Color?” Jake dryly asked.
“Green Sir,” you muttered.
“Now. You will sit quietly and patiently, and you won’t speak until spoken to. You will simply watch,” Jake said. You watched Danny’s eyes go wide.
“I understand Sir,” you said excitedly. He always managed to come up with some new punishment.
He waltzed over to your display of toys and picked up a blue and white wand, as well as rope. He sunk himself in between your thighs, tying the rope tightly around your thighs. Placing the vibrator directly on your soaked cunt. He turned it on a low setting at first, you knew he really was just getting started.
He directed Danny to the center of the bed, almost close enough for you to touch. Just out of your reach, which is exactly what he wanted. Jake made the next move. He began kissing Danny’s neck, softly at first. He guided Danny into his lap, seducing him in no time. In seconds they were furiously making out, fighting for dominance.
You watched as Jake squeezed Danny’s thighs. Danny’s hands wandered up and down Jake’s back, into his hair, tugging gently.
Jake flipped him over now, switching places with Danny. Licking his way down his torso. He kissed along his thighs, just enough to tease him. He licked his tip, wrapping his hand around his hard length. You watched, mesmerized as Jake’s head bobbed up and down, his pace quickening. Danny’s eyes rolled back, struggling to look at you and back to Jake. His muscles flexed, his body was twitching. He pulled Jake up by his hair and took a deep breath, “Y-You have to stop or I’ll cum and I’m not ready.”
“No baby? You think you’re ready for your real turn then?” Jake said as he raised up from Danny’s center.
He continued on, looking between you both now, “Who’s going to be better for me? Do you think that you can obey as well as her? Take it as well as her?”
Danny looked bewildered, stunned, but thrilled as he spoke up, “Yes sir.”
Jake stood Danny up forcefully only to push him down to his knees. Jake placed himself at the edge of the bed. Danny now face to face with Jake’s throbbing cock. He didn’t waste a second before gathering up Danny’s thick curls in his fist and pushing himself down Danny’s throat.
You let out a moan that you had been trying your best to keep in. Jake continued to fuck into Danny’s mouth as he reached out and turned the vibrator to a higher setting. You jerked up at the feeling, pulling at the ties that held you down. You were craving touch from either of them.
The sounds that were pouring from Danny’s mouth were nothing short of pornographic. You watched as he tried to get relief, jerking himself slowly. Jake noticed immediately and pulled him off. Jake had made a mess of him, tears were streaming down his face.
“Both of you are being so good for me. Colors?” Jaked asked both of you.
“Green sir,” you and Danny answered simultaneously.
He guided Danny back onto the bed, never letting him know that he saw. You wondered if he was going easy on him or playing a game. You knew it was probably the latter choice. He would let Danny believe that he had gotten away with it, for the time being.
You couldn’t wait any longer and Jake knew that. You were moments from falling over the edge. You were overstimulated and you hadn’t even been touched.
Jake turned off the vibrator and began untying you. Danny waited patiently at the end of the bed. “Danny, swap places with her,” Jake ordered.
You crawled over to Danny, putting your hand on his cheek lovingly, “You’re safe you know baby, we got you. It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
“No, no I want to, I’m just a bit nervous. I don’t really know what I’m doing,” Danny whispered back.
“We’re going to show you, don’t worry,” you cooed.
Danny crawled to where you had just laid. Jake tied the silk ties around his wrists and you tied them around his ankles. He smiled sheepishly at you. You could tell he was getting more comfortable with everything.
Jake made sure that Danny felt okay, then his whole demeanor changed, like the flip of a switch. He grabbed the wand that had just been tied between your legs. Flipping the switch on low at first and running it up and down his hard cock. He looked Danny in his eyes, “You think that I didn’t see that? You thought that you could just get away with breaking the rules? Well that just won’t do now will it?”
Danny was shocked, he had thought that he could get away with it or maybe that Jake would go easier on him. But he was more than mistaken.
Jake turned the vibrator up another notch, “Now, tell me what you did wrong.”
Danny stayed silent, trying to hold his composure together. His voice came out wavering and low, “I touched myself without your permission sir.”
“Y/n, come sit on his face. Don’t get off until he has made you cum.” Jake spoke directly to you.
“And you, you don’t get to cum until you’ve made her cum,” Jake ordered Danny.
As you climbed on top of Danny’s face you whispered in his ear, “Don’t forget to ask for permission.”
You straddled his face and lowered yourself down to his mouth. Danny worked his tongue around your clit expertly. Lapping you up, darting his tongue in and out. You were gripping the headboard to hold yourself up, your own legs trembling around Danny’s face.
“Is Danny making you feel good baby?” Jake asked.
“Y-yes sir,” you moaned out.
“Tell him how good he’s making you feel then,” Jake directed.
Danny’s own moans were pushing you closer and closer, vibrating through you. You looked down at Danny. His face was glimmering with your slick, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. You knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. His whole body was trembling with need.
You looked over to Jake, his hair falling around his face, his eyes dark with lust. You loved this side of him. “Can I please cum sir? Can I please cum on Danny’s face?” you begged.
“Cum for us baby,” Jake said.
As soon as the words left his lips you were letting go, moaning for them both. Both of your hands tugging the dark bed of curls below you. Your thighs gripped around Danny’s face. You felt Jake’s free hand holding up by your back. Your legs were weak as Jake helped you up. He gave you a few moments to collect yourself, but he never let off of Danny.
Once the haze had lifted from your eyes you looked up to see Danny almost to tears. He was a squirming pathetic mess. You listened as he begged Jake to let him cum and Jake just continued to edge him.
Jake instructed you to take the wand. “Ask us both. No - beg us both.” Jake commanded to Danny. You were a bit stunned. Jake let you take the reins every so often, but you certainly didn’t expect it tonight.
“Do you think that he deserves it Y/n?” Jake played.
“I think that he’s been a good boy,” you said.
You were on one side of Danny and Jake on the other. The wand was at a medium speed as you stroked it up and down his cock. Jake held his hand out just below your mouth, “Spit.”
He dipped his slick fingers to Danny’s hole. He slowly inserted a finger. Danny’s mouth hung open in pleasure. “More, please sir,” Danny begged.
Jake inserted another digit. He began fucking into him with his fingers at a brutal pace.
Jake looked at you and you shook your head ‘yes’.
“Cum for us Danny,” Jake instructed.
Relief washed over Danny. “Oh fuck, fuck,” Danny cried out. His cock twitched and his release coated his stomach. His whole body shook and tugged at the ties. He squeezed around Jake’s fingers.
Jake gently pulled out of him. He leaned up, gesturing for you to do the same. “Clean this mess up,” Jake instructed you.
You and Jake licked up the cum that coated Danny’s stomach. Jake pulled you into a deep kiss. You tasted all three of you on Jake’s tongue.
You and Jake untied Danny, giving him a chance to reel in all in. He laid still, heavily breathing for a few moments. Jake let his other side show briefly, “What did you think of that? Are you okay?”
“That was amazing. I’m better than okay,” Danny said happily.
As soon as he heard that Danny was comfortable with everything and wanted more, his entire demeanor changed back. Jake’s cock was impossibly hard and leaking. He always took care of you first and now Danny to get things started.
“Can we take care of you now Sir?” you practically begged Jake.
“You both have been so good for me. Do you think that either of you deserve my cock?” his voice slightly wavering.
Danny had come back down to earth now. His eyes filled with a new hunger. He sat up and took charge in a moment's notice. You knew that Jake would never give up full charge. He would still give you and Danny a taste.
Danny reached around Jake’s neck and pulled him down, swapping places with him. You saw Jake’s eyes light up at the sudden roughness. His hair cascaded around him and a coat of sweat on his forehead.
You threw your legs over his body and sunk down onto him. He sucked in a deep breath between his teeth at the sudden contact that he had been deprived of. You were in the reverse position so that you had a perfect view of Danny.
You held out your own hand and spit into it, bringing it down to Danny’s cock stroking him a few times. He slowly slid into Jake’s hole, stretching him carefully. You felt his cock twitch inside of you. Jake let out a faint whimper as you began to ride him.
Danny wrapped one calloused hand around your throat as he set his pace in and out of Jake. Sweat and slick coated your bodies, sex filled the room. Danny’s tongue danced around yours. All of your tastes melded together.
You flipped around so you would have a view of them both. Jake’s eyes streamed with tears from the overstimulation. You leaned down to the shell of his ear, “Are we making you feel good Sir?”
His fingers dug into your thighs, bruising your sensitive skin. His moans were louder than you had ever heard them. He was overpowered by the pleasure. He mumbled incoherently in response. “No baby, I want to hear how good we’re making you feel,” Danny spoke up. His own hips faltering in pace.
Your muscles burned and ached as you slammed down onto Jake. Danny grabbed you by your hair and pulled you up to meet his torso. “I think he wants to cum. Hm, not until you make a mess for us first. Can you do that baby? Make a mess of our cocks?” Danny begged you.
Jake began rubbing circles around your clit, begging you to cum. You only took a moment to fall apart onto them both. You squeezed around Jake’s cock and cried out. You felt the white hot release gush from you as you went over the edge. Jake pumped into you, Danny into him. Both of their bodies shaking and their moans filling the room.
All of your bodies limp and weak as you slid off of Jake and Danny out of him. Each of you out of breath and filled with a buzzing euphoria. You felt that you may never come down from this high.
“That was - ,” Danny sucked in a deep breath, “Holy fuck.” Was all that he could manage.
“I would have to agree,” you chuckled.
“Thank you,” Danny continued.
“For what?” Jake asked.
“Everything. Thank you for trusting me with this, everything about tonight was amazing,” Danny said.
You could hardly hold your eyes open. You saw them both beginning to drift off.
The three of you made your way to your bedroom for the night. Your legs weak and wobbly, faces glowing, blissful, and exhausted. Danny picked you up and gently placed you on the center of the bed. He and Jake then slotted in on either side of you. The moment your bodies tangled together under the covers you reeled it all in. You took the time to breath each other in and think about what today had meant for your relationship.
You and Jake shared a special look. It was a relief to both you and Jake now that you had given yourselves completely over to Danny. You felt at peace that he had accepted you both. Today had been far better than you could have expected. You each saw one another in a new light. Tonight had changed the entire course of your relationship.
You each whispered a soft, “I love you.” to one another.
You don’t remember falling asleep, but that was the best sleep you had ever had. You woke up the next morning fully rested, your body still a bit sore from the previous night's activities. The light casting over your room showing you that it was at least lunchtime by now. You rolled over to find yourself alone. The house felt oddly still and quiet. As you crept your way through the hallways you could now smell breakfast cooking and hear the sound of faint slow music. You peeked into the kitchen to see breakfast fully cooked on the counter. You almost spoke up, but quickly stopped yourself when something caught your eye. Jake and Danny slow dancing in only their boxers through the kitchen. This was a sight you could easily get used to. It was like they were the only people in the world. Completely focused on each other. They were softly giggling and whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ear. You could feel the emotion dripping from them. The power that they held over each other and you.
The tour was scheduled to start back up next week. You were going to miss the domesticated life you had created, but you knew this meant there was far more in store to come.
Warnings: 18+ MNDI, enemies to lovers, oral sex (m! and f! receiving) fingering, brat taming, m!dom, f!sub, penetrative unprotected sex
You walked into The Fox, it having been the requested hangout spot by your best friend. Having told him you would be there despite his twin being there, you kept true to your word. Jake. Your enemy. Yet you at one point had feelings for him but had pushed them deep down after overhearing him tell his younger brother that he would never be with a girl like you. But you quickly walked away before you heard the rest of the conversation.
"Hey! You finally made it!" Josh saw you from across the bar and came to guide you to the table him and his brothers were sat at. You sat next to Daniel after taking note that Jake wasn't there. "Thank you for inviting me out Josh, I needed a night out and away from my roommate and her boyfriend."
You looked around the bar after saying that, feeling someones eyes on you. You found him. His eyes glued to you, almost pulling you towards him. Jake had watched you walk in and immediately found that it was hard to look away. He held eye contact with you for what seemed like an eternity, but it was only a few seconds before he turned back to the bar.
"Y/N, would you like a drink?" Josh asked only to be interrupted by his twin setting a drink in front of you. "Whiskey. Just how she likes it." You blushed at the thought of him remembering your usual drink. "You know, its such a basic drink. For a basic girl like you."
You glared at Jake, he was always somewhat snappy towards you but that comment was something you would think about all night. "Well at least I don't drink something overly fruity like all the girls you take home, Jacob." He slightly narrowed his eyes at you before storming away and disappearing.
"Y/N, I'm sorry. I don't know why he's so rude to you. Let's just have a good time tonight."
After almost an hour and a half, Jake had returned but chose to stay as far away from you as possible. You all made the group decision to go back to Josh's house for the rest of the night. You planned on staying away from Jake, still thinking about how he called you basic. But he had other plans for your night.
You had been having a conversation with Daniel when you felt someone tap on your shoulder.
"Hey, um, can we talk?" Jake asked you with pleading eyes, his cheeks slightly flushed showing how nervous he was. "Yeah, of course." He took your hand and led you upstairs to Josh's guest room and shut the door behind you.
He sat on the edge of the bed while you leaned against the door. "I'm sorry for everything. I shouldn't treat you badly. You don't deserve it." You looked down at the floor, waiting for him to continue but the room grew uncomfortably silent. "I accept your apology. Although there really is no reason to be rude. What did I ever do to you?"
"Well maybe if you noticed me instead of Daniel I wouldn't be rude." He mumbled to himself, not realizing you heard him.
"Wait, you think I like Danny? Good lord Jake, how can you be so ignorant? I mean it's not like I haven't been so obvious the last three years, but you wouldn't know. All you want is to get your dick wet and it's so painfully obvious that you'll stick it into anything that isn't nothing but a girl at the bar who probably fucks every man who walks in."
You turned around and opened the door to walk away from him but he was beside you in seconds, pushing the door closed before you had a chance to open it all the way. "Don't talk to me that way, little girl. I have no problem reprimanding you." He grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face him, his eyes filled with anger with a hint of lust.
"Do it then. Reprimand me. I dare you." You rolled your eyes at him and he took the opportunity to grab both wrists and pin them above your head. His eyes no longer filled with anger, but lust. He pressed his hips against yours. Your eyes widened when you felt how hard he was. "J-Jake, I-", he cut you off by pressing a kiss to your lips. "Goddamn it Y/N. You're so annoying sometimes. Such a brat, I wanna fuck it out of you." He pressed kisses to your neck and jawline in between words.
His kisses causing whimpers to escape your lips, you squeezed your thighs together realizing how wet you already were. Jake pushed his knee in between your thighs. "No no Darling. You don't get to touch yourself in anyway. After being such a brat to me all these years, I'm gonna teach you how to behave." He guided you to the bed, and pushed you to sit down once your legs hit the edge of it. He bent down and took both shoes off for you and threw them down somewhere behind him. "Stand up and take your clothes off, love." Doing as you were told, you sat back down on the bed as he had you moments before.
"I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. You'd like that wouldn't you?"
He gave you no time to answer before undoing his pants and pulling his jeans down his hips and off of his legs. He grabbed your hair in his fist to hold it back, and tapped your lips with himself before pushing past your lips and into your mouth. Jake held your head still as he threw his head back. "Your mouth feels so good baby. Tap my leg if its too much."
He slowly began to fuck himself into your mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but you willed yourself not to gag around him. "Good girl, you're doing so good for me." His pace began to pick up, soft moans tumbling from his lips. You put both hands on his thighs and could tell how close he was just from how tense they were. He pushed himself all the way to the back of your throat. "Take it like the good girl you are, Y/N. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."
Jake sank to his knees and pushed your thighs apart, running his fingers through your folds pulling a moan from you. "Oh Darling, your so wet. Is this all for me?"
"Jake, please. I need you." You felt his lips around your swollen clit, licking and sucking. He put both your legs on his shoulders and supported his weight with one hand on the bed, the other at your entrance and immediately finding your g-spot and curling up towards it."Oh my god, Jake. I'm already so close." He pulled away from you and stood up. "On your knees, baby. Face down, ass up. Now."
"Yes sir." You were more than willing to do anything he told you. After getting into the position he told you, you felt him behind you. "I'm gonna make you feel so good. You won't be able to remember your own name when I'm done with you." With that, you felt him line himself up with your entrance, slowly stretching you out to get used to his length.
"So tight for me. You feel so good." Fucking you as fast as he possibly could, you pressed your face into the pillows trying to muffle how loud your moans were. It was undoubtedly the best sex you'd ever had. He felt you clench around him, and knew you were on the edge.
"Come on baby. You can do it. That's a good girl." You were screaming through your orgasm, as he talked you through it. Not long behind you. His movements slowed as you caught your breath. Jake pulled out and shot his finish all over your lower back.
"Stay there, I'll clean you up." He disappeared down the hall and quickly returned with a wet washcloth and cleaned you up as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I've had the biggest crush on you, Y/N. And after tonight, I'd really like to take you on a proper date."
You looked up at him as he laid down next to you, smiling. He pulled you against him and kisses your forehead. "We'll talk about it in the morning though. You need some sleep."
From stairs, you heard Josh, "Finally! They admitted their feelings for each other!"
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summary: on your day off, you come across a handsome stranger at the park, reading a book. some force seems to gravitate you toward him, something that you cannot explain or control. perhaps fate?
word count: 3.5k
warnings: just some adorable meet-cute fluff for today, be prepared to be blushing and kicking your feet. smut may happen in part two if you guys enjoy this, so stay tuned xo
a/n: this idea came to me at 3 am while drifting off to sleep thinking about danny. i’m not much of a writer but i wanted to share the inspiration i had with you all. it's proofread but it might not be perfect. i hope that you enjoy it :)
You’re jolted awake by the sound of your blaring alarm clock, which was intentionally set that way in order to combat your bad habit of oversleeping. Choosing a job that required such early mornings was certainly not your preference, but it paid well and you actually quite enjoyed it. You never expected to find such joy in teaching, but starting to teach music lessons has become the best decision that you’ve ever made.
You had decided to move to Nashville 3 months ago from your hometown of Knoxville on the other side of the state, as it was still relatively close to home so you could easily go home for the holidays and visit your family. You stayed in your hometown to go to college there after high school, so these last few months have been your first experience with living on your own.
When you first moved here, you had picked up a waitressing job to pay your rent while you looked for more long-term jobs. Given that you had a bachelor’s degree in music theory, you knew that it wouldn’t be very hard to find a job that suited you in Nashville. This proved to be true, as you had found a flyer in a local coffee shop two weeks ago advertising that a music center close to your apartment was hiring a full-time guitar instructor.
Today, however, you actually got to sleep in. It’s finally the weekend and you can’t wait to finally relax and get some things done after a long first week at your new job. They had you teaching lessons from 9 am to 5 pm every day, Monday through Friday, with an hour lunch break halfway through. That isn’t typically seen as a very difficult shift, but this is the longest workday that you’ve ever had, given that you’ve only just graduated from college this past May.
You feel grateful for the opportunity to gain more work experience in your field, but you can’t deny that it’s been an exhausting first week. You plan to use your weekend off to get your errands done and have some much-deserved downtime.
You roll out of bed after scrolling on social media for a while and finally start to get ready for your day. You take a quick shower, brush your teeth, put on some makeup to make it look like you didn’t just wake up, and then tie your back into a long braid, leaving some front pieces out to frame your face. You return to your bedroom and change into some baggy jeans and a t-shirt, throw on your high-top Chuck Taylors, grab your keys, and head out for the day.
Early autumn in Nashville has proven to still be on the warmer side, but it’s just started to cool down a bit with a nice fall breeze, so you’ve been able to bring out a bit of a cozier wardrobe lately. Fall is your favorite season and you plan to take full advantage of your weekend off by spending it outside.
Your first stop for the day is your favorite coffee shop in Nashville, a little locally-owned café in Midtown. You say hello to your favorite barista and order a hot dirty chai and a chocolate croissant. You sit down at your favorite table outside and enjoy the surroundings and your coffee. After you’re finished, you decide that it’s such a nice day that it wouldn’t hurt to delay your errands in favor of a nice walk through Centennial Park. The wind is blowing lightly and it’s actually quite cool outside, so you stop by your car to grab your cardigan before heading into the park.
You walk up to the park and start walking down a beautiful, winding trail past the small lake. The wind is still blowing subtly, making tiny waves along the surface of the water. You continue, taking a deep breath as you smile to yourself about how lovely the atmosphere is.
As you approach a fork in the path and take the one on the right, you pass a small patch of grass where you find a man lounging underneath a large oak tree. He has laid out a blanket and is lying down on his side, holding himself up with one arm while reading a book.
The man is seemingly tall, which you can tell even while he is lying down just by looking at his long legs and torso. He has dark, shoulder-length curly hair and deep chestnut eyes. He’s wearing a tight, mock-neck tee and dark black jeans with rips on the knees, paired with a simple small chain around his neck and a pair of Nike blazers. You can’t help but find yourself staying to watch him read for a moment. You see him smile as something in his book makes him laugh to himself.
It feels as if something is pulling you toward him, some unknown force making you unable to look away or continue on your path. You’re unsure of what it is, but you decide that you should act on it. As you start to approach him, he notices your presence and looks up at you. He studies you for a few seconds as you near closer to him.
“Hi,” he says, smiling. “Hi,” you reply. You just look at him for a moment, unsure of what to say next that will justify your approaching him, before asking, “What are you reading?” His face lights up at the question like he had been waiting for someone to ask. It seems to be something that he’s passionate about, which interests you.
He slides his bookmark inside onto the page that he was reading, closes the book, and turns the cover toward you to show it to you. “It’s ‘As You Like It,” he says, looking up at you as you tower above him just a few feet away. “Ah, Shakespeare…” you answer awkwardly, looking down as your eyes move from him to the empty spot on the blanket next to him, “May I sit?” He nods, grinning and looking at you with a look that you can’t quite decipher.
You sit cross-legged on the blanket across from him and smile back at him. “Danny,” he says, reaching out his hand to shake yours. You take his hand and answer. “Y/N,” you reply. “I read that one not long ago,” you continue, “I really enjoyed it. The love that those two share is different from many other plays of his. I like that about it.”
“Yeah! That’s what I like about it too. There are so many plays about love at first sight but this one is different. Most of his plays portray it as only physical attraction that causes love at first sight, but Orlando’s love for Rosalind is so much more than that.” His smile has grown now, happy to be talking to someone who understands his love for this type of literature. He continues, saying “There’s a lot of plays that involve disguising oneself as the opposite sex, but in this play, it proves that their connection goes beyond the idea of physical appearance. Orlando bonds with Rosalind even when she is disguised as Ganymede because he loves more than just her beauty.” You nod your head, agreeing with him.
“What act are you in now?” you ask. “Act Three,” he says, opening the book back up and handing it to you to show you his place. “Oh, this is when it starts to get good! This is my favorite part of the play, in Act Three Scene Two.” You turn back a few pages to find the excerpt that you love, pointing to it and reading it aloud to him:
Nature presently distilled Helen’s cheek, but not her heart; Cleopatra’s majesty; Atalanta’s better part; Sad Lucretia’s modesty. Thus Rosalind of many parts by heavenly synod was devised; Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, to have the touches dearest prized. Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
After you finish, you look up from the book to find Danny’s eyes trained on you. You feel your cheeks flush and you know that you must be a shade of pink by now. You continue, trying not to let it get to you, saying “Orlando’s poems contain so much more meaning than any other confessions of love in other plays, in my opinion. He feels as though God himself crafted Rosalind with the best features a woman could possess, not only beauty but also a pure heart. He believes that fate has brought them together, that he is destined to be with her and will do anything for her.”
He nods in agreement and chimes in, asking “Do you believe in that kind of stuff? Fate? Destiny?” while gazing at you, looking like he’s trying to read your mind. He doesn’t need to, though. You feel compelled to be open with him, although you’re unsure why. He’s a stranger, whom you’ve just not long ago, but something makes you want to talk to him for hours.
You gaze down at your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your fingers to distract yourself from how nervous you suddenly feel. “Yeah, I think so. I try to be in tune with the universe and its intentions for me as much as I can. If I feel like it’s trying to tell me something, I’ll always listen to it.” You pause for a moment before deciding to follow through with your next thought. “That’s kind of why I’m here, actually,” you say, glancing up from your lap to look at him.
He looks slightly confused by this answer, so you continue, saying “I was just walking through the park when I saw you sitting here and, I’m not sure why, but something made me feel like I had to approach you. It was like I was led here for a reason or something like that. I know that might sound crazy…,” feeling slightly embarrassed by your confession. “No! No, not at all! I understand what you mean. I had this feeling in my chest from the second you walked up to me. Seeing you felt almost natural. Like I already knew you somehow, but I didn’t,” he reassures you. The idea still perplexed you, however. You’ve trusted the universe every time before, but you still can’t place why it wanted you to come and talk to Danny.
“Do you?” you ask, meeting his eyes with yours, “Y’know, believe in fate and all that stuff?” He smiles, “Yes, I do. I like the idea of being able to trust that there’s someone out there that’s meant for me. It might be a bit silly or naïve, but it’s comforting for me. I think that when you find that person, you just… know.”
There’s some comfortable silence for a moment as you start to study his face. Danny truly was beautiful. His face was sun-kissed, his cheeks peppered with freckles, and a smile that could brighten up a whole room. You’re lost in thought as he breaks the silence. “What do you think the reason is?” he asks, slightly bashfully. “Why do you think the universe pulled you over to me?” He looks at you longingly, as though your answer will be life or death. You’re not sure what to say, but you try to answer him, nonetheless.
“I’m not sure,” you start. “I think that’s for us to decide. Fate is a force that holds us all together, but it can’t answer everything. I do know that I’m really happy I listened… What do you think?” You blush slightly after you finish and then look at him, waiting for his answer. You’re not sure what you’re expecting, but you have a feeling of hope in your chest.
“I think…” he says, tucking some of your hair that’s fallen out of your braid behind your ear, “that the universe decided to introduce me to an intelligent and breathtakingly beautiful girl.” He brings his hand down from your hair and places his hand on your knee, stroking his thumb ever so slightly intermittently. “And I think that I’d be an idiot to not take that as some sort of sign.”
You look up at him and smile, feeling flattered by his honesty. You place your hand on top of his, in the same spot on your knee. “I think so too,” you say. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth, softly kissing your knuckles. You sit there in silence once again, with an aura of contentment filling it.
He speaks again, still holding your hand in his. “This really made my day, in more ways than one. I’ve never had anyone to talk about Shakespeare with before. As much as I love my friends and enjoy talking to them about our common interests, like music, they all think that Shakespeare is boring. But Sam hasn’t opened a single book since we graduated high school, Josh only reads books on meditation, and all Jake ever wants to read is pirate novels, so what the hell do they know anyway?” he says, laughing to himself about the joke he just made. His laughter makes you smile wide.
“Well, I’m glad I could help. It’s been great talking to you. I’m gonna be honest, I haven’t really made any friends since moving here three months ago, so this felt nice. Since July, the only people I’ve talked to are the barista at the coffee shop down the road, my mailman, and my mom on Facetime.” You laugh to yourself, realizing how pathetic that might sound after saying it out loud.
He doesn’t care, though, and says “Hey, that’s okay! If I hadn’t moved here with my buddies, I’m sure it would’ve taken me a while to make some friends too. I lucked out there. You just have to put yourself out there, like you did today. Now you can say that you have one friend in Nashville.” This made you feel a bit better.
“So, friend, tell me about yourself. What brought you to Nashville?” he asks. You smile at the way he says “friend;” his charm is certainly not lost on you. You’re sitting closer now, unintentionally. Ever since Danny had made the first move to touch you, all bets were off and you practically melted into his touch.
Your knees fell on top of his legs as he held your hand, rubbing slow circles on the top of it. “Well, I just graduated from the University of Tennessee in Knoxville this past May. I studied music theory, so I thought that Nashville would be the perfect place for me. So far, it seems like it is. So I think I’m finally starting to find my way.” He smiles at you; it seems like something you said struck a chord with him.
“A music lover? Another thing we seem to have in common. Do you play any instruments?” he asks. “Yeah, I play guitar the most, I just started a job teaching guitar lessons to kids. I also sometimes play piano, but I’m not as good at it,” you laugh. He replies, “That’s fantastic. I play guitar too, but I mostly stick to the drums. I can play a bit of piano as well, but not nearly as well as my best friend Sam. He’s a fucking prodigy.” He smiles at that statement; he clearly admires his best friend a lot. “We’ll have to take more about guitar, then. I’d love to show you my baby,” you say with a smile. “How about you, Mr. Mystery? What are you doing in Nashville?”
“Well, I grew up in Michigan, not far from Detroit. I met my friends while in school: Sam, Josh, and Jake. They’re brothers, Josh and Jake are twins, two years older than me, and Sam and I were in the same year. Sam has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. They’re all practically brothers to me,” he says. You can tell how much he cares for them by the way he talks about them, making you want to meet them someday.
“They always liked to make music, especially Jake, but one day in high school they asked me to play the drums in their band. I really didn’t think we would take off the way we did, but somehow our local gigs became bigger ones, then they turned into opening gigs, our EP won a Grammy and the rest is history. We stayed in Michigan for a while and we tried LA, but a few years ago we decided on Nash and we’ve been here ever since.”
You’re completely in awe. What are the chances that you’d stumble upon a handsome rockstar while on your walk through the park? It really shouldn’t surprise you; now that you think about it, he very much gave off the cool rockstar vibe. “So, what, are you like, famous?” you say with a smirk, teasing him a bit. You can tell that the confession made him nervous, unsure of what you might think of him after finding out what he does for a living.
“Maybe I am,” he answers, dripping in charm once again. “Well, rockstar, if you’re so famous, then what are you doing here, reading Shakespeare in a park and talking to a nobody like me on a Saturday afternoon?” This makes him laugh, which was your goal. Despite only having just met him, you want him to feel comfortable with you. “We’re on a break in our tour right now before our European leg, so I’m just trying to enjoy the downtime while I still can,” he explains. There’s some comfortable silence once again.
“Do you wanna know my favorite line from As You Like It?” Danny asks. You nod, and he continues. “Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?” He looks at you with what you think is a spark of desire in his eyes, though you shake that thought off immediately. You giggle and ask, “And why is that?”
“Because it reinforces the idea of fate. She’s saying that the truest kind of love is love at first sight. And I think I’m starting to understand why,” he says, leaning in toward you a little more and donning a smirk that makes you feel like you could just melt into a puddle right there. “Yeah, I think I understand too…” you reply.
He looks into your eyes and you stare back into the glow of his, almost amber in the light of the sun. I could stay here forever, you think to yourself. He shifts his gaze from your eyes down to your lips, then returns his eyes to you and asks, “Can I kiss you?” You nod and his hand cups your cheek, finally leaning in to close the space between you.
His lips are soft and warm, making you feel safe. The kiss is soft at first, you can feel the amount of love and kindness that his soul emits as if he’s passing it over to you and soothing any anxiety you might feel. You place your hand on the back of his head, deepening the kiss. You can feel the lust and passion flowing out of him through you, making you start to feel slightly light-headed. It was unlike any kiss you’d ever experienced before.
Danny pulls away from the kiss and caresses your cheek, holding his forehead to yours. “You are… everything I’ve been waiting for,” he says. You smile, running your fingers through his curls. You’re in awe of how beautiful he truly is. Destiny had been kind to you, it seems. You can already feel as though you were fated to meet here, today.
He looks up to see the impending sunset and checks his watch, realizing that the two of you had been sitting there talking much longer than he had thought. You watch him as he stands up and reaches out his hand to help you up. He picks up the blanket and folds it over itself a few times then tucks it under his arm.
He cups both of your cheeks with his hands and places another small peck on your lips, smiles, and says “Can I take you out? Tonight?” You laugh, “Hmm, let me check my schedule…” you joke, knowing that you have nowhere else to be, but still wanting to keep him on his toes. I guess my errands will have to wait, you think to yourself.
You both start to head out of the park toward where you parked your car, as he takes your hand in his and squeezes it tight. “Oh, shut up, you know you want nothing more than for me to take you out to dinner,” he jokes back, laughing. “You might be right,” you say, “And I might want more than just dinner…” You look up at him with a smirk, and he looks back at you with that look of lust that you’ve already seemed to make yourself familiar with.
To the grown ass man barricade at Werchter who was on his phone the entire time and looking at everybody who danced weird, and then ripped Dannys drumstick out of my hand. I hope u live the rest if ur life with only bad days
