Word count: 5.0k+
Pairing: Danny x Female Reader
Summary: After a blow out at the bar one fateful night, Danny is left questioning the nature of his relationship with his enemy the bartender.
Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.
HER POV
"No." you say. You aren't sure if its the alcohol making you brave or your actual feelings towards Danny finally spilling over. You quickly turn your head to the side not wanting to look at him or see his reaction. Afraid of the repercussions.
"No, what? Use your words I want to hear you say it." He says pulling your face back to him roughly by your chin.
Pausing you look at him, sliding your hand between the two of you. Your hand reaches under his sweater, fingertips grazing his abdomen slowly making your way down, brushing your fingers through his happy trail before resting them at his belt.
"No, don't stop." You whisper.
Fuck he looks so good. Damn him.
"I still fucking hate you..." he says grabbing your face staring at you.
"Good that will make it even better." You reply, your lips almost touching.
His lips crash into yours, hot and wet your tongues violently melding together. Both of his hands come up to hold your face forcefully as your hands snake around his back and pull his body closer to yours. You pull away from his kiss, and lean your head back, his lips attaching to the sensitive skin of your neck. A light moan leaving your lips at the feeling of his tongue on your skin. His hips jolting forward grinding into you before he pulls his face back and looks at you smugly.
"I bet you have just been dying for this haven't you?" He asks. "Is that why you were such a tease all night?"
"Maybe it was...maybe I just knew I could make you do whatever I wanted." You reply. "Guess I was right. But if I remember correctly, you would never want a girl like me? Remember that Daniel?"
Clenching his teeth together, he places his hand back on your throat pressing you to the wall he says, "Let's just get one thing straight...I am the one in control here. Not you, so shut that pretty little mouth or I will show you a better use for it."
"Promise?" You reply snark lacing your words.
"Careful what you wish for." He snaps back as you run your tongue across your teeth, his eyes locked in on the action.
"No." You reply in a challenging tone.
His eyes break away from yours and he looks around before saying, "Fuck it! Since you wanted to act like a little slut all night, I'll treat you like one, bend over." He says, bending you at the waist.
His hands slide up the sides of your thighs and under the hem of your dress, pushing it up around your waist, revealing your bare center. His hands run over your ass, the feeling of his rough hands gliding across your skin, sending a shiver through your body.
"Absolutely dripping for me, and I haven't even touched you yet." He says, two fingers sliding through the arousal coating your core. His fingers slide through you again, circling your clit, a moan leaving your lips.
"You need to shut the fuck up before we get caught, and you don't get shit." He seethes.
You hear him unbuckle his belt, and the zipper of his pants descend. You're facing away from him so you cant see it, but you can feel it hanging heavily against your ass. His hand strokes his dick, bumping into your ass with each upward stroke.
