#god daniel

Downing another shot, you glared at the two people across the room. Him cornering that man-whore, kissing her, at a strange angle where you’d catch him locking eyes with you several times. You were not even jealous, they just pissed you off so much.

Well, look at her. Face caked with makeup, skimpy dress it would’ve been better if she showed up naked instead, those hair extensions, oh god. The only thing making her look good was Daniel making out with her in that suit.

This sucked. Why did you even come to this party? Maybe if you showed up with a date you wouldn’t have been so pissed off.

You slammed your drink and left the bar, making your way through the crowd of people, pushing them aside, not caring how unpleasant you were being. “Move it,” you said to some random guy. 

“Whoo, someone sure is salty?” Daniel said.

“Ha?” You looked up. The first thing you noticed was that his jacket was off, and that it was resting on that skank’s shoulders. You snapped.

“Weren’t you busy eating some cheap cake? Why don’t you just get back to it before all of her frosting melt and you’re left with a tasteless base.” You pushed him away, making your way to the exit door.

He tailed beside you, following you as you make your way to the parking lot. “Is someone jealous I brought a date?”

You looked up at him. He looked so good with his shirt unbuttoned at the top, exposing his chest. And yes, of course you were jealous. “Me? Jealous? Of you? Of her? Bless your delusional heart.”

“That’s what they keep telling me when they’re jealous,” he chuckled a reply.

“Oh fuck off,” you said, trying to push him away.

When he held your arm and locked your back against the door of his car. “Well if you’re not, then I am,” he said in a serious tone. 

You were taken aback. His dark brown eyes bore into yours, glistening ethereally against the light of the street lamp. You searched for signs of him being superficial, but the only thing you found was sincerity. And you didn’t know what’s gotten in your mind, what drove you to do it. But you felt like it was the right thing to do. Maybe because you just longed for the taste of his lips again.

So you cupped his cheeks and crashed his lips to yours.

Daniel was shocked at first, but he kissed you back soon after, smirking through the kiss.

Your lips moulded perfectly – as if they were meant for each other. Moving against each other, feeling each other. He grabbed the back of your neck, growling in the kiss as you whimpered in pleasure.

Within a split second you were already seated on top of him at the backseat of his car, him exploring the sweet spots of your neck. Going back to planting hungry kisses on your lips, he was obviously impatient. The sides of his thighs were pressed against yours, spreading them open, and he took the chance to slightly grind his hip against yours.

You surrendered completely, letting him take control. He pinned you against the window, leaving trails of kisses from your lips to your breasts. He tugged the top of your dress to take them off, giving him access to your breasts. His fingers immediately went to unclasp the hook of your bras, grunting the moment he saw your eye-candy. He savoured your breasts, sucking, nipping at your tip, caressing them with such care, almost as if he was treating an antique.

He didn’t linger too long though, just enough for you to see how beautiful you were to him. It was your core he wanted to see, and his hands could tell him the rest.

He led his other hand to rip off your underwear. “Babe, you’re so wet,” he moaned rubbing your clit. You pushed your body up, feeling needy.

You let out a moan of ecstasy as his fingers suddenly drove into you, relaxing your core. You kissed him sloppily, hands unzipping his trouser, grabbing his lengthy member. And you began to stroke him slowly.

He growled at the sudden contact, bringing your lips together, clearly enjoying your touch. And he returned the favour by adding another finger into your core.

“Danh! Hhhh… h-harder!” You moaned through the kiss.

He obliged and started teasing your heat with his finger. A smirk crawled upon his lips. “So, mind telling me why you were so pissed off?”

“Ahh, sh-shut up Dan!”

“I saw you glancing at me.”

You didn’t reply and just drowned in the bliss of his fingers curling inside you, hitting your spots perfectly.

“You can tell me if you were jealous.” He teased you more, now rubbing and chuffing your clit at the same time.

You bit your lower lip. “D-don’t get too f-full of yourself-h!”

“Oh, really?” He drove his fingers even faster, curling and chugging your heat, making you tremble at his touch.

“Ah, shit!”

“Tell me you were jealous.” He whispered in a low tone, making you shiver, getting you closer to your release.

When he took his fingers out.

You growled, clearly disappointed at the sudden lost. “Ah fuck! Yes, Daniel! I was jealous!” You said cupping his cheeks with both hands. “Now stop fucking teasing me!”

He looked at you briefly. Red tints burning your cheeks, neck and breast full of his love bites, and you – a moaning mess under his mercy.

He smiled, caressing you cheeks as he pulled you into another kiss, this time much softer but nonetheless needy. He shoved his fingers back into you harder. Harder and harder, until you reached your high.

Another moan escaped you mouth, giving him the chance to massage your tongue with his. And he rubbed your clit slowly to help you ride your high, giving you butterfly kisses across your collarbone.

You flopped on top of his chest, couldn’t believe the fact that you were this exhausted at his foreplay.

He started kissing your hair. “Ever since that night I’ve been thinking of how much I wanna see you again,” he broke the silence. “And yeah, I was even glad we shared the same class.”

“But,”

“But?”

“I, uh… I,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “I don’t like those other guys next to you?”

You chuckled, lifting your head from his chest. “And that’s why you brought that shapeless being of a woman as your date?”

“Hey come on, she wasn’t that bad. She’s just had a tad bit too much make up.”

You laid your head back on his chest, giggling at his respond. “Look at you contradicting yourself,” you rolled your eyes. But you liked this honest side of him.

“So,” he stroked your back, “what do you say?”

“What?” You mumbled against his chest.

“Tonight, just the two of us?”

You lift up your head, giving him the confused look.

“You know,” he led your hand to his erect member, “you have to finish what you started.”

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Gahh >.< *started digging hole, entered the hole head first* I hope you like it Anon-nim. Thank you for the request!