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The Cherry on Top [Hotch x Reader]

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Prompt: When the reader gets drugged on a case, she inadvertently tells Aaron about all the dreams she’s had with him. He then has to decide how he’s going to move forward with information that leaves him needy and wanting of the reader. 

Pairing: Aaron x fem!BAU!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns 

Category: angst/smutt

Word Count: 16.7K 

A/N: Hi loves! First off, this story is 18+, minors DNI. Please respect this boundary. Content Warnings are below the cut. Here is another fic based on the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins January/February Writing Challenge. The prompt this was based on was “Characters decide to try something new in the bedroom.” I wrote this fic specifically for my friend @tgskitten who always gives me such encouragement! ILY. I also want to shout out @silk-spun for reading all my snippets and hyping me up SO MUCH! This is a slow burn to smut and I hope it brings you as much joy as it did me. I had a lot of fun writing the smut scenes and I hope the build-up is worth it (pun intended).  If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your week and thanks for reading.  Love Levi - ❤️

Content Warnings:  Death by overdose [victims of unsub], drugging [reader], misogyny/sexism [slight], hospitals, sex [fingering (reader receiving) p in v (Hotch and reader) oral (implied reader)] dom!Aaron/praise kink [slight]. Use of pet names [love. Kitten, my girl]. 

List with all stories 

_y/n_ = your name 

_y/c/e_’s = your color eyes 

_c/t_ = coffee or tea 

_y/c/e_ = your color eyes 

_y/l/n_ = your last name 

_y/h/t_ = your hair type

_y/f/c_ = your favorite color 

Aaron had been on over a hundred cases at this point in his career. He thought he had seen just about everything there was to see on a case. That was until the BAU headed out to New York City for the new case. In a city of 8.4 million, something big had to happen to get the attention of the massive police force or other authorities in the City that Never Sleeps. The eclectic death of eight people due to an ecstasy overdose in the dance club scene in the Bronx was strange enough to have the NYPD baffled and get the BAU involved. With over fifteen clubs covering the area, the police and other local law enforcement did their best to canvas the area, but had yet to find anyone. Similarly, finding the distributor of the drug was just as difficult for the New York Drug Enforcement Task Force due to the large amount so illegal uppers and downers that were handed out, bought, or stolen in the club scene every week. The team had debriefed the case in the conference room, gone over the lengthy victim’s list, and boarded the jet. During the short hour-long flight, the team tried to throw as much out on the table as possible. JJ and Emily were looking at the victims to see if there were any connections. Rossi and Aaron were thinking about priors while Emily thought about the varieties that the profile was showing and trying to cut any unnecessary leads or possibilities. Lastly, Spencer and _y/n_, the newest addition to the team, were looking at a map of the area where the attacks had taken place so far. The young duo also looked at similar clubs in that borough to see if there were connections in the locations. The pattern seemed to be that the first three attacks had happened in a cluster at the center of the club scene moving outward. There had been only one death at each club so far. Whether this pattern would hold was unknown, but so far it seemed like the unsub was staying consistent. Therefore, Spence and _y/n_ tried to think of the best place to canvas first. The duo debated the size of the clubs, the atmosphere, and the pricing to get into each establishment. They needed to narrow down the choices to four clubs so that the team not waste any time once they landed. The team tossed the proverbial ball around the cabin of the jet. Whenever any of the small groups needed a fresh perspective they would ask the other members of the team for their perspectives. This was one of the things that _y/n_ loved about the team. There was a fierce focus on each of the subgroups, but when help was needed or an important fact was noted, it was shared with the group. This way the team was up to date with everyone. The communication with the team always kept _y/n_ on her toes. It was like watching a basketball change hands midway across the court. One such example was when JJ said, “Just a reminder that the last two victims were underage. Jessica was nineteen and Lina-Lee was eighteen-years-old. Aaron and _y/n_ looked over the JJ and both said, “Got it.” Though it might seem like a curt response, there wasn’t time for extra words or thank you’s at the beginning of a case. At the start of a case, it was all thinking caps and coming up with a practical plan. That being said, the information was useful to both groups. Aaron turned to Rossi and softly said, “So the unsub doesn’t care about age. They’ve killed people ranging from eighteen to thirty-one. Rossi nodded and stated, “So it’s less likely that these killings are meant to target any certain group. Revenge becomes less of a factor and psychopathic tendencies are more likely.” “Right,” Hotch said as he added two more names of previous killers that better matched the new information. Similarly, _y/n_ and Reid started to look at clubs that seemed to have a reputation for letting in those who were below twenty-one. 

_y/n_took a moment to look over the team. She was still surprised that she was here. Her hard work and dedication in the academy, plus an extensive amount of research on the BAU and criminal behavior had gotten her here. It didn’t hurt that Director Strauss had suggested to Aaron that he, Rossi, and the whole team find someone new to train after Gideon’s abrupt departure. She didn’t want the team to be caught off guard like that again. Like most things, Aaron was hesitant about the idea. However, he realized the practical need for what he had called, long before _y/n_ joined the team, a “spare” member. Hotch knew that sounded callous, but the dynamic of such a tight-knit group could so easily be tipped off balance by the edition of someone new. Because of this, he was less than enthusiastic. Nonetheless, some soul needed to be chosen. When word got out that the BAU might be looking to expand, the transfer requests came tumbling in. Hotch, JJ, and Rossi all looked over the files. Any of the agents were already well up the FBI ladder. Aaron said no instantly. “Too big personalities,” he’d said. There there hundreds of underqualified individuals. Rossi said no to those too. After a week of the search, JJ said in desperation, “Why not pick a N.A.T or a probie? I don’t think either of you is going to find what you want in these candidates. Hotch had balked at the idea, but Rossi, on the other hand, said, “Listen, it’s not a bad idea. We could build them from the ground up.” Hotch ran a hand through his hair and said, “We’re talking about a person here, Dave, not a dog.” Rossi shrugged and said, “Well I don’t think it’s a bad idea. Who was the one N.A.T. who had the gall to ask about the position?” J.J. handed over the file which Dave looked over. Aaron wasn’t convinced to try anything so unorthodox until he’d had about a half dozen failed interviews with other, older options. Finally, Aaron had given up and went with Rossi to watch the N.A.T.s during an exercise. _y/n_ had stood out clearly as having street smarts and practical know-how on the test case. When Rossi asked the instructor about her. It turned out _y/n_ had been the N.A.T. who had inquired about the position. Of course, the BAU hadn’t replied to her inquiry about the team, it would be bad form, but now that they were there, it didn’t seem like the craziest thing possible. After that, _y/n_ was kept under close observation by the BAU without her knowing. When the last month of the course came around, Aaron asked to meet with _y/n_. That conversation and what he was potentially offering her was the most stressful thing _y/n_ had ever been through. And when _y/n_ graduated near the top of her class, she got the placement of a lifetime, of a million lifetimes. There was praise and bitterness from her classmates, and _y/n_ took both in stride. 

_y/n_ moved her eyes back to the map, as she almost got caught looking at Aaron for too long. It was hard for _y/n_ to believe that that had been over a year and three months ago that she joined the team. She had grown a great deal since then, but _y/n_ was aware that she still had growing to do. She was on the most accomplished team in the FBI. She’d be learning for the rest of her life from the team. Even though _y/n_ had been on the team for some time, she still stayed a bit reserved. In some ways, she doubted herself and considered that she might be removed if she made a big enough mistake. She also was aware of the dynamics of the team. She didn’t want to ruin what they had. Even so, _y/n_ had slowly integrated into the team. Learning s about each member. _y/n_ found herself drawn to Rossi, Emily, and Aaron most. There was something about their stoicism that resonated with her. Perhaps it was because they stayed the most quiet like her. That didn’t mean that _y/n_ didn’t want to know about them, in fact, it made the trio more interesting by their nebulous nature. _y/n_ was most interested in Aaron’s mercurial nature. He seemed to shift from hot to cold in an instant. But he was the best reader of emotions she’d ever seen. He seemed to know what she and the team were thinking even before they thought it themselves. _y/n_ knew, this was why he was the leader. Because he was so good at profiling people. _y/n_ tried to stay away from him, even a year later. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t interested, or more than slightly infatuated with him. However, _y/n_ had seen far prettier and talented women throw themselves at him and fail. She was not going to be one of them. _y/n_ felt a warm set of eyes on her form. She looked up ever so slightly to find Aaron’s brown eyes looking back at her. _y/n_ felt that flustered, stomach-tangled-in-knots type of feel that she had to walk out. _y/n_ cleared her throat and told Reid, “Gonna grab a c/t_, Spence? You want one?” Spencer smiled and said, “Sure, thanks.” _y/n_ stood, to get the drinks. She made sure to add, “I’ll put about five hundred sugars in yours.” Spencer let out a laugh and said, “Hey, Morgan gets to tease me about the sugar thing, but you put sugar is yours too.” _y/n_ rolled her eyes with a soft chuckle and moved to the back of the plane. 

Hotch followed _y/n_ with his gaze. He had doubted the idea of having someone so inexperienced on the team. As it turned out, _y/n_ absorbed information like a sponge. Not only that, but she was willing to take critiques and grow from them. And heaven knew the first few months were filled with corrections and critiques. A weaker person would have dropped out. _y/n_ hadn’t. He had garnered respect for her for that. Not only respect but some admiration, as _y/n_ threw herself head in on cases that even the team was turned off by. Her sense of moral right and wrong seemed unshakable. It was rare to see that in a new agent. He wondered what had defined her code of ethics to such an extreme. In time, he hoped she would tell him. Aaron suspected that as quiet as _y/n_ was, she had picked up a lot about the team. Her silent observations he caught her in sometimes were both respectful and thoughtful. She never stared at anyone too long. But when she looked, she really looked. Like she was trying to solve some complex puzzle. And what was more complex than the BAU? Aaron couldn’t deny that when he felt her _y/c/e_s gaze on him, it didn’t elicit something in him. That hadn’t been something he’d felt originally, but it, whatever it was, had grown with time. The small or big feelings both Aaron and _y/n_ were harboring for each other would be blown wide open on Friday night. 

The plane landed in NCY, and the team was instantly hit with five o’clock rush hour traffic. It took them a decent forty minutes to get to the precinct in the Bronx. It was Wednesday, and so far the murders had happened on consecutive weekends starting on Thursday to Sunday. If the pattern held, this would give the team one day to canvas the clubs before the weekend when another attack might occur. When the BAU did arrive at the station, they were met the the large hustle and bustle and chaotic energy. The precinct was so big it had little mini departments in the space, and for once there was room for the BAU to spread out and work without feeling cramped or in the way. _y/n_ looked around slightly overwhelmed. This was one thing that Aaron had noticed about _y/n_. When things were incredibly hectic he could see _y/n_ trying to overprocess everything at the same time. Hotch knew that not everyone was Reid, Not everyone could just take everything in all the time. Due to this, Hotch stepped closer to _y/n_. Whenever he did this, it seemed to ground her. He could tell that she paid more attention to him than her other surroundings when he was nearby. He would stick around _y/n_ until she had calmed down and the new environment became more relaxed. He didn’t do this to baby her. It was like when he told Morgan to calm down or Reid to stay on topic. He understood his team needed guidance and help now and then, and he was there to provide it. However, Hotch was not so stupid to not understand the effect he had on _y/n_. But that, like his growing feelings for _y/n_ was something he ignored. He knew that if he gave into those desires for his newest agent, he’d be like a man starved of affection. That was because he was a man starved of affection and he didn’t think _y/n_ needed that in her life right now. Once the team was in the room the department had given them, Hotch said, “Morgan can you close the door?.” As he said this, _y/n_ felt him move to her left. _y/n_ took in a very small, hopefully unnoticeable breath. The fact that _y/n_ was so drawn to her boss was concerning. But he seemed to get her better than some of the other members of the team. He always seemed to know when she needed a hand or a moment to decompress. _y/n_ appreciated this because she had been so unsure of her at the start of her journey at the BAU. How he acted around her now reassured her that he had some level of trust in her performance and contributions to the team. She had worked her butt off to get to this place and it was affirming to know it was paying off. _y/n_ took one second as the very slight scent of Aaron’s cologne drifted her way, as he set his file on the table near her. _y/n_ considered how Aaron’s affirmation was probably part of what made Hotch so attractive, She such little of that in her daily life that any was lapped up with a greedy desire. Albeit very much under the surface. _y/n_ would never say how even the hint of subtle praise from him made her knees weak. There was no time to interrogate that thought as Hotch said, “Alright, we need to put all our facts together, build a sketch of a profile, and then get a plan in place for the rest of the day. Everyone nodded along and started getting ready for a second debrief that normally happened once the team landed. 

A half-hour later, after starting a profile, the teams split up into smaller groups. Aaron and JJ were heading to see the families of the victims to see if they could gather more about the victimology and build out the profile that way. _y/n_ and Derek were headed to the bars where the first four deaths had happened. They hoped to see if there were any details the police had missed and profile the staff at each establishment. Lastly, Emily and Spencer were headed to the hospital for more details from the coroners. Hotch and Em’s group took cars, but _y/n_ and Derek decided to walk as the nearest club was about a twenty-minute stroll away, and taking a car would just waste time. The first two clubs gleaned little information as the first two victims hadn’t died on the property's premises. The first had died at her girlfriend's house, and the second had passed in his parent's house. Both were found deceased the next morning. However, the third victim had died in the parking lot of the club she had been dancing in. The team expected that the dosage of drugs was increased for a faster death. Where the first two clubs had let _y/n_ and Morgan in easily, answered all of their questions,  and showed remorse at the deaths that had happened, the third club, Club Rio, held a different atmosphere. The bouncer, a big burly man sighed once he saw the two professionals and asked, “Cops, Reporters, or others?” Morgan stepped forward saying, “FBI.” _y/n_ and Derek flashed their badges and the man’s eyes went wide in surprise for a second. He sighed and said, “Well at least it’s something different. Dan is getting annoyed by all the feds.” The man stepped aside and let them both into the building. As _y/n_ passed the man, she asked, “And Dan is?” The man replied to her back, “Owner.” _y/n_ nodded and followed Derek into the den. 

_y/n_ was always surprised by just how small some club spaces were. The dance floor was just a small square with tables and couches in raised areas around the stage and a sunken floor. _y/n_ reflected that when she had been in her clubbing days, she had been inebriated, the writhing bodies around her had seemed normal and comforting even. Being surrounded on all sides, the other bodies had been like a buffer from the rest of the world and the loud music. Now that this case had come up, _y/n_ realized how vulnerable she had been on those occasions. How easy it could have been to take advantage of her, even if she thought he was being safe. With that somber thought, the duo approached the bar. The barista mixed drinks for the four early patrons. She looked at them and asked, “How can I help you?” Derek replied, “We need to speak to the manager or Dan if he’s here?” The bartender said, “Okay, give me a minute, Dan’s in the office upstairs.” It was clear the woman was so used to grabbing the owner at this point that she didn’t even ask to see any credentials. She slipped out from behind the bar, opened a door, and walked up a set of narrow stairs. Morgan leaned against the bar and looked over the space. _y/n_ was doing the same and a bright pink poster on the wall caught her attention. She moved over to it and realized it was outdated. It was from the night that the third victim had been found dead. It was an advert for A Barbie-themed night at the club. The poster didn’t match the dark interior at all. That was why it had stuck out. All the other posters were also for themed nights in the past and future. Rave Night, Emo Night, 00’s Night. Something clicked in _y/n_’s brain as she realized there might be another pattern here. Before _y/n_ could say anything, a lean, scrawny man emerged from the door with the barista. The man approached Derek and said, “What other questions could you possibly ask me that everyone else hasn’t already?” _y/n_ watched Morgan shift his weight from one foot to the other trying to decide if he should be stern or just take the flippant tone. As usual, Morgan just took it, through _y/n_ knew if pushed too hard, Derek could be provoked into a reaction. Morgan just said, “I’d like a list of patrons ID’d for the night that Sandra Klare passed.” Dan stilled, knowing that they didn’t card, saying, “Well our card reader is down right now. It might be a few days for us to get back to you, Mr…” “Morgan,” Derek offered. _y/n_ had moved closer to the pair and said, “That’s okay, just send it to us as soon as you can. You could also send over the security camera footage from inside the building and any from the back or parking lot.” Dan’s eyes snapped over to _y/n_ and then they took a far too long looking her over. His eyes rested on her chest as he stated, “Sure, I can get you those tapes, along with a drink if you want, miss…” _y/n_ cut him off and said, “It’s Agent, and I don’t drink of the job. Now tell me, how many minors do you think you let in every night because it’s clear to me that you're not carding which is a violation of state law.” Dan’s eyes snapped back up to her face, and he replied snappily, “You have no proof of that.” Derek scoffed and said, “Great, then you’ll have those ID lists over today. Now if you’d show us the spot where the victim was found, we’d appreciate it.” The next half hour was a bit tense and Dan glared at the FBI agents who looked over the space with a calculated eye. 

When the team regrouped, everyone shared. JJ and Aaron had discovered that all of the victims had been mostly wallflowers. Kids and adults who kept to the background and wouldn’t normally be found in a club. Some of the parents and friends of the victims were shocked to find out those closest to them had died at or near a club. None of the victims had taken drugs before to their knowledge. This added a new angle to the type of people that were being targeted. Spencer had found that the dosage of ecstasy had been increased with each case, which was why the first few victims had died at home or outside of the club, and the last few had been in the parking lot or in the club itself. Emily said, “The unsub is escalating their kills. Probably because knowing someone is going to die isn’t enough now, they need to see the chaos that it causes. Morgan and _y/n_ shared last, noting how hesitant the last club was to give information. Derek added that the only places that didn’t seem to have cameras were the restrooms, but in a busy club, someone could get drugged anywhere. It was at this point that _y/n_ shared a theory saying, “I think there might be a pattern with the clubs that the unsub was picking each night.” Hotch looked over at her and said, “What is it?” _y/n_ averted her gaze from his and said, “Themed nights. The day the third victim died was a Barbie-themed night, and the second was an Emo Night I think. That might be why the victims were willing to go to the clubs in the first place. A normal club night might not be appealing to them, but if they were playing music they liked or had something that drew them to the club they might be willing to go.” Hotch nodded and said, “It’s a possibility.” He slipped his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed Garcia. He put her on speaker and when her chipper voice said, “You’ve reached the queen of fun and sparkles, how may I help you today?” Hotch held out the phone, and _y/n_ took it saying, “Penelope, can you get a schedule of themed nights at the clubs in the Bronx? Can it go back two weeks and then up through this weekend as well? Also, see if they match up with the dates of the first eight deaths?” Garcia’s classic long nailed key tapping ensued for a second before the tech said, “Give me one second, baby girl.” There was an anticipatory minute before Garcia said, “And the winner is _y/n_. Every night that a victim has died so far was a night with a club that was hosting a theme of some kind. Those often draw a younger crowd. I’m emailing over this weekend's schedule for the clubs that are hosting theme nights as well.” Hotch nodded and took his phone back, saying, “Thanks, Garcia. You’re the greatest.” The warm reply of “No good Sir, You are the greatest. Garcia out.” The subtle warmth that _y/n_ saw in Aaron’s eyes was rare, but when it was there, _y/n_ wished it would last forever. That he’d look at her with that kind of affection. 

Rossi pulled her from her thoughts when he said, “We’d better give a profile now. If we hurry, we can get to some of the clubs before there’s a huge rush. We’ll need some officers to cover the other clubs that are on Garcia’s list.” Everyone agreed and moved outside to the main part of the precinct. Aaron called for the Chief of Police, Officer Jason. After delivering the profile and making a coordinated plan, the BAU was on the move again. Spencer had calculated the most likely clubs to be hit. Given that Rossi and Aaron were a bit too old to look natural in a club environment, they both decided to stay in support vans near the two clubs the BAU would watch that evening. Meanwhile, Emily, JJ, and _y/n_, and Spence and Derek would all be mic’d up and scout out the two clubs of premium interest. It was simple for Derek and Reid to get ready, just changing into simple t-shirts and jeans. Morgan added a leather jacket over his white shirt. But for the women, it was a bit more of an ordeal. Given that the victims were probably really into the theme nights, they wanted to match the victim's previous behavior. The subsub seemed to target women more, so it was more likely that they would go after Em, JJ, or _y/n_. The club that Prentiss and JJ would be scouting out was having a hippie-themed night, and both women sported bell bottoms. JJ added a headband and Emily found a crochet vest to wear. _y/n_ meanwhile was headed to a rave-themed night and needed a hand getting the complicated top on over her cropped long-sleeved shirt that covered everything that the over-shirt didn’t cover. As Emily tied the last of the bows at the back of _y/n_’s irradiant star top, she asked, “Did y’all ever imagine when you joined the FBI that we’d be playing dress up on a Thursday night?” JJ laughed at the statement and _y/n_ said, “Not that it didn’t cross my mind, I’m just more surprised that this precinct has these clothes on hand. You don’t think they’re from people that have been detained, do you?” Em dropped her hands and looked at _y/n_ when she turned and said, “Who knows? But the NYPD is the biggest police force in the States, maybe they bought them just in case of an occasion like this?.” _y/n__ nodded and looked over her colleagues and had to let out a small laugh saying, “Look at us.” JJ smiled and said, “Look at you _y/n_. You still pass as a college kid.” _y/n_ flushed and said, “Well it’s a blessing and a curse. The owner of one of the clubs today spent all day looking at my tits and ass. It’s not something I love. Gotta love being a woman in the FBI, right?” Em and JJ nodded. They’d all had their share of bad experiences being ogled by cops and citizens alike. The three of them moved out of the locker room they had all changed in. 

Aaron, Rossi, Reid, and Morgan all looked over to them, along with the other plainclothes officers who would be scouting out the other clubs. The policemen were not as good at hiding their reactions at the lady's entrance as the BAU men were. Aaron took a moment to look at his watch to stop the flush on his face from becoming more prominent. He knew _y/n_ was a lovely woman, and her outfit only highlighted that fact. Again he reminded himself of the restraint he needed to have as her boss. He didn’t let his mind go there.  It was 9:30 p.m. and the rush at the clubs was likely to start at 10:00 p.m. Hotch cleared his throat and said, “Alright, let’s head out. Remember, we check in every half hour, and if you see anything suspect, let Rossi or I know.” The agents nodded their agreement to the plan. The two teams split into their vans. Aaron was going to be overlooking Emily and JJ, and Rossi would take Reid, _y/n_, and Derek. Rossi dropped the trio off two blocks from Club Noir so it wasn’t obvious that undercover agents were present and looking over the club. This was _y/n_’s first time in an undercover position and she was thrilled and terrified at the same time. The inside of the club was so loud that the three of them had to scream to indicate which part of the club they would look after for the first half-hour shift. The trio had planned to change places after each check-in with Rossi to make sure they kept up with the flow of traffic and that nothing slipped them by. Derek’s first shift was by the bar, trying to notice if anyone seemed to be slipping drugs into the drinks of the patrons. Spencer was taking the outer perimeter of the club, looking at the groups clustered around tables and talking more leisurely, and _y/n_ took the dance floor. The sea of bodies felt claustrophobic and hot. It was hard to look at what was going on with those dancing. The looks of euphoria on the faces of the dancers who were so absorbed in the music were disturbing. It was hard to tell who might be under the influence of drugs and who wasn’t. _y/n_ strategically moved around the floor to try and get a good look at everyone there. This was hard work, and by the first half-hour check-in, _y/n_ was exhausted. She found her way to the back of the building near the bathrooms where it was less crowded. The team checked in with Rossi with nothing much to say. 

The rest of the night seemed to go well until one a.m. when _y/n_ heard a scream come from the dance floor that pierced above the music. It was Derek’s time on the floor and the music and dancing came to an abrupt halt. By the time the lights were on and _y/n_ made it to the center of the floor there was a small crowd gathered including Spencer. Once _y/n_ saw the young woman on the ground seizing, she called 9-1-1 immediately to report the situation. Reid was talking to Rossi over comms and within moments cops were in the building and cordoning off the area. Derek was trying to get the woman into the recovery position. Meanwhile, _y/n_ was trying to calm the woman who had found the victim. The lady seemed almost as distressed as the woman on the floor. _y/n_ wondered if she was on any substances herself or if this was just shock. _y/n_ leaned down and said, “Hey, hey, I need you to take some deep breaths for me. Just calm down.” The short blond-headed woman nodded and tried to regain her breath. After a few minutes, _y/n_ pulled the woman aside to a cleared area of the club, _y/n_ flashed her badge at the woman and said, “What’s your name? Can you tell me what happened?” The woman sniffled before saying, “I’m Jeanie, King. I was just dancing and I noticed the woman next to me seemed to get agitated. I tried to talk to her but she seemed so absorbed in the music. I thought maybe she was okay, so I kept dancing, but when I looked over at her again she was on the ground. No one else seemed to notice, and a guy almost stepped on her face so I screamed. I didn’t know what else to do.” _y/n_ nodded and said in a reassuring tone, “You probably saved her life.” Though _y/n_ said this with sympathy, she was very weary of the woman in front of her. Jeanie seemed too composed after what she said. Her story too ordered. _y/n_ got the woman a glass of water before moving to help with crowd control as the paramedics and the other half of the BAU arrived. She stepped close to Hotch and he looked down at her asking, “What happened? Did you see anything? Derek and Spencer didn’t seem to pick anything up. _y/n_ sighed and said, “I didn’t see too much apart from the bartenders pouring heavy shots and some guys being handsy. I went to the lady's room a few times but there wasn’t anything suspect going on in there apart from a couple hooking up in one of the stalls.” Hotch nodded but could see that _y/n_ had more to say. He waited for a second before _y/n_ said, “The woman that noticed there was someone in trouble, something about her feels off.” _y/n_ looked over to Ms. King, and Aaron followed her with his eyes. The woman that _y/n_ was looking at was calmly sipping a glass of water, and he could tell why his agent might suspect the woman. Hotch moved his eyes back to _y/n_’s and he said, “Call Garcia and ask her to search the woman’s name. Let’s see if something comes up. We’ll be here all night anyway clearing everyone to go home.” _y/n_ nodded, pulled out her phone, and moved to call Penelope. 

Aaron had been right about how long it was going to take. There were over ninety people in the club and every one of them needed to be searched, questioned, and then let go. Even with a lot of officers involved, it wasn’t until six forty-seven a.m. before everyone had been removed from the club. Three minors had been arrested for underage drinking, and five people were arrested for possession of drugs. One older man had ecstasy, but it was in pill form and not the liquid form that the hospital had identified with with first victims. Everyone was exhausted when they got outside. The scent of liquor lingered on them all, and Hotch said, “Let’s get two hours of sleep and then we’ll debrief after that. He could see the exhaustion in everyone’s eyes, and he felt it in his own. The team silently left the club to the hands of the police officers. As _y/n_ stopped at the door, she turned around. The club, with all of the overhead lights on, looked like the end of a play with all the props and litter still on the stage. The stagehands were too exhausted to pick up any of the trash post the last show. Red Solo Cups and beer bottles dotted the tables and floor. The scene looked sad now. It was hard to believe that hours earlier people had been so careless here. A deep voice called _y/n_, and she turned her head. It was Hotch. He stood in the doorway, bathed in the rising sun. It took a moment for _y/n_ to register that he’d asked if she was okay. _y/n_ shook her head ever so slightly to clear it of the fog and exhaustion before moving toward the team Leader. She tried to smile and said, “I’m fine. Sorry. Just thinking.” Hotch gave a small nod and kept the door open until she was outside and trailing Morgan down the road to the vans. He watched her retreating form. _y/n_ had taken off the potentially revealing top that had caught his eye the moment she had left the changing room with Emily and JJ. She was now wearing a jacket on top of the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing. He had beaten himself up on the van at how captivated he had been when seeing her in such an outfit. He knew he’d ordered her into it and the fact that his restraint was that weak eat at his morality like rust on iron. Hotch often asked himself if he was a good man. And _y/n_ seemed to push that question in a direction he had never considered before. He let the thought drop, and he moved to the van as well. He made sure not to get into the car with _y/n_. He needed a few moments to think without her face or soft voice digging deeper into his psyche. 

The two hours at the hotel were short lived with most members of the team taking a shower and then getting a bite to eat. As the team ambled out of the vans, _y/n_ took a second to stretch her arms and roll her neck, outside the precinct. She didn’t want to seem unprofessional in front of the officers. She didn’t want to seem unprofessional with the team either, but the ache in her arms and neck needed to be alleviated somehow, and she didn’t see anyone ready to give out back rubs at the moment. _y/n_ let out a soft chuckle at the idea and Emily asked, “What are you laughing about?” It wasn’t an accusation by Prentiss. Emily knew that _y/n_ was taking this case as seriously as all of them were. But everyone needed a moment of levity, especially after a new victim had been found. _y/n_ dropped her arms and said, “Oh just thinking about how my clubbing days are way behind me. Dancing for two hours last night was so hard on my feet, I’m gonna be sore for a week at least.” Morgan chipped in saying, “Well at least you looked natural out there. Did you see Reid?” At that, Em, Morgan, JJ, and _y/n_ had a small, good-natured laugh at Spencer’s less-than-coordinated dancing ability. ‘Hey,” Reid said, “It’s not my fault there’s not a good rhythm to that music.” The playful banter subsided as the team moved inside. Hotch was the last to move into the building and for a moment, he felt left out from the ability to just laugh and joke around like the rest of his younger agents. He knew it was stupid, so he let it go like he let most small things go in his life. In the room the team had taken over, the group moved around restlessly talking. Emily said, “Honestly, we could have had a hundred police officers in our club and someone might have still died.” _y/n_ nodded along and said, “Our team had a good system. We were constantly monitoring and checking in and someone still died.” Rossi could hear the frustration in _y/n_’s voice and chipped in, saying, “The problem is, the clubs are the killers hunting ground. Unless the unsub starts killing elsewhere, that is the most consistent thread we have.” Aaron added, “What makes it difficult is the amount of people we have to try and profile, and the fact that the ecstasy is given in liquid form. It could be slipped in someone’s drink, or shot up, or given in a load of other ways and the victim might not know until it’s far too late.” The Chief of Police, who was unhappy with the BAU’s performance so far had joined them and said, “Well we could end this right now by closing the clubs for public safety for a few weeks.” hotch nodded his head no and said, “That’s not going to do any good. If you cut off the unsub's normal pattern they’ll likely move to another space and we’d have to rebuild the profile again. Either that or they just wait until the clubs open up again. Both ways result in the unsub continuing to kill people.” The Chief of Police raised his hands and asked, “Would he just give up after a while?” Morgan looked over to the man and said, “No. This person needs the validation that killing gives them. The feeling of power or control.” Officer Jason sighed and said, “Well what do we do going forward? Tonight’s the busiest night the clubs see, and although a killer is on the loose, people are still flocking to them.” Hotch looked at the man and the with authority he held, replied, “We use the profile. We add the new data, speak to the latest victim, and keep looking. The unsub has to know that we’re onto them, especially after last night. We, or one of your officers likely met them. So they’ll probably change something tonight, or get sloppy. We can add more officers in the clubs which will push them even further.” Jason nodded and said, “Won’t that mean that it’s more likely that someone dies?” Aaron nodded but said, “It is, but that’s why my team is here. To make sure that doesn’t happen again.” 

The rest of the day passed by slowly. Spencer and _y/n_ went to the hospital to see McKensie, the latest victim. The pair were led to the back of the hospital. The woman had previously been in restraints but had settled down after receiving specialized care by the hospital staff. _y/n_ sat down next to her bedside and said, “McKensie, can you tell me what you remember from last night?” The woman turned her eyes to _y/n_ and Reid and said, “I don’t remember a lot. I didn’t take anything intentionally I swear. I just like the music they play on rave night. I just felt hot all of a sudden and the lights started acting funny and I got so hot. Before I knew it, I was on the ground and I couldn’t move.” McKenzie closed her eyes before saying, “My mom’s gonna kill me when she finds out what happened.” _y/n_ smiled sympathetically and said, “I’m sure she’ll understand. Thank you for speaking with us, McKensie.” Spencer stepped forward and set his card on the table saying, “If you remember anything else, please give us a call.” The woman nodded and the pair left the room. Outside of the hospital, Spencer asked, “Why would you keep going back to a place where you know you might die? Why take the risk?” _y/n_ looked at Reid. What she was thinking might rub against his problems with drugs, and she was hesitant to speak her mind. Reid could sense this and he said, “You can say what you’re thinking you know? I see you hold back sometimes on the jet or a case. But your thoughts are useful, or at least they let us think about things from a new angle.” _y/n_ looked at him and replied, “Thanks for telling me that Spencer. What I was thinking was that whenever anyone takes drugs it’s putting their lives on the line. That risk is worth it to them until they realize what it might mean. I understand that feeling. It’s just terrible that that choice was stripped from the victims.” Reid nodded and said, “Do you think the unsub is a user?” _y/n_ shrugged and said, “I don’t know. If they’re as calculated as we think they are, then I don’t think they can be.” Spencer nodded and they kept talking about the case until they arrived back at the precinct. 

The sun dipped below the tall buildings. and the team got ready to go out again. Penelope had developed a new list and Aaron hoped that the unsub wasn’t going to change their pattern now. He did decide to change who was with whom in each club. The team was canvasing two clubs like last night. One was bigger and the other was smaller. Aaron assigned JJ, Derek, and Spencer to the bigger club with Rossi. He, Emily, and _y/n_ would take the smaller club. Rossi suggested that he and Aaron also go inside the club with the team. Dave said, “Listen, if there are already going to be lots of officers in uniform there we might as well be there too.” Hotch couldn’t argue that logic and agreed. He knew that he and Dave would be more useful to the team inside than out. Because everyone was going in, they all took a few minutes to get dressed. Everyone was a bit more reserved that night. The themes were Disco night and Emo night, so all it took was bright or dark colors. The team was more somber this time, especially _y/n_. The prospect of going undercover again just didn’t have the same rush as last night. Aaron, Emily, and _y/n_ all entered Club Drake at staggered times. Aaron decided to get to the highest spot he could that would give him the best look over the space. He found a dark corner and leaned back with a beer in his hands that would never get touched. Emily took the first shift at the bar and _y/n_ moved onto the dance floor. Everyone looked for anything that matched the profile. Someone young and confident. Someone looking to prey on those that showed vulnerability or stayed in the background. The strobe lights overhead made it hard for _y/n_ to see much else than the pulsing bodies around her. If _y/n_ looked hard, she could see Aaron in the corner of her eye, but she avoided her gaze because it was hard enough to dance and look for odd behavior while also dancing and not looking like her body was aching from the effort. Meanwhile, Hotch watched from above. He could see the club almost in its entirety. He understood now how hard it had been for his team last night. No wonder they hadn’t been able to see much. Aaron tried to pinpoint his members in the swell below. He could find Emily easily, she was hanging around the bar and hallway to the bathroom. It was harder to pinpoint _y/n_ on the dancefloor, but when the light was slightly brighter between songs, he caught a flash of her moving her body to a beat so loud it hurt his ears. He could see she was talking to someone on the floor, but there was no humanly possible way for him to hear the conversation. The song changed and a man seemed to approach _y/n_ She seemed to nod and then they began dancing to the new song close together. Closer together than she needed to. Hotch had to drag his eyes away. He knew _y/n_ knew what she was doing, but seeing her so close to so many people put a pit in his gut that he felt when things were stressful. It didn’t help with his heightened feelings for _y/n_. But he had a job to do, and he was going to do it to the best of his ability and no unwanted feelings were going to get in the way of that. 

The night continued on and on with Emily and _y/n_ changing roles twice and Hotch brushing off a few people asking him if he wanted a drink above the din of the music. They continued to check in with each other. Despite their careful watch, no one stood out to the team or the police officers who had been briefed on what to look for. _y/n_ moved from the floor to the bar. To look convincing, _y/n_ went to grab and drink. When she got to the front of the line, _y/n_ quickly scanned those sitting and watching the football game and the hallway to the bathroom. She had passed Emily as they swapped roles and Prentiss nodded her head no, indicating that she hadn’t seen anything. _y/n_ returned the gesture. _y/n_ snapped to the present when the bartender said, “What do you want sweetheart apart from standing there in a daze?” _y/n_ cleared her throat and said, “A tonic with cranberry juice, please.” The man nodded and grabbed a tall glass, filling it with ice. The man sitting at the bar said, “You not drinking tonight, babe? You should lighten up or something.” _y/n_ shot him a frown but an oddly familiar voice said, “He’s right you know. You looked just as fake on the floor today as you were last night.” _y/n_ whipped her head around to try and find who had spoken to her. It was hard to tell with the crowd, but a short blond-haired woman was moving quickly toward the back exit and _y/n_ swiftly wove her way between those waiting in line and those dancing. Agent _y/n_ stumbled out of the exit almost out of breath. She looked down the dark alleyway but saw no one. But who she was looking for was behind the door, and when the heavy metal door swung closed, _y/n_ found this out. Jeanie, who had found McKensie yesterday said, “You do need to loosen up, Agent,” as she stepped forward and plunged a needle into _y/n_’s neck. The move had happened so quickly that _y/n_ took a second to push the woman away from her and pull the needle out of her neck. _y/n_’s eyes flashed to the empty syringe and then to Jeanie. She tried to move forward, but the ground seemed to sway a bit. _y/n_ looked at the unsub and said, “What did you give me?” Jeanie smiled maliciously and said, “Well nothing that bad yet. Just relax a bit and I’ll give you something really fun in a minute. _y/n_ tried to get away but fell over her feet and onto the pavement. The world was spinning and once she was on the ground, she tried to pull for her coms. The unsub watched as _y/n_ helplessly and openly took out a mic from her shirt. The woman leaned down and stomped on the device, smashing it to smithereens. _y/n_ watched helplessly as Jeanie pulled something from an inner pocket and said, “I think we’re going to have some real fun tonight.” 

Inside the club, Aaron had lost track of _y/n_ when she and Emily had switched places. He didn’t see her anywhere and it was starting to bother him, but it was only five minutes until they would check in and he was sure she was just checking the lady's room or something. He continued to look around until his watch hit 12:30 a.m. He switched on his coms and checked in with Prentiss. He could see her look up at him for a second from the side of the bar. She said, “Still nothing. At least it’s not so busy right now.” Hotch nodded and said, “Okay, well keep a look out. I haven’t seen anything from here either.” He took a breath and said, “Have you seen _y/n_? I lost her a few minutes ago at the bar.” There was a second of static before Emily said, “I don’t see her. Have you tried her com?” Emily was looking at him now from down below and he shook his head no. Aaron switched to _y/n_’s channel and he asked, “_y/n_, are you there?” There was only static. Hotch tried twice more, but there was still nothing. _y/n_ wasn’t one to miss a check-in. Even though there was no direct reason to panic yet, the bad feeling Hotch radioed Em again asking, “Could you check the lady's room? She’s not answering.” Emily shot him a nod and moved toward the bathroom. Hotch continued to scan the area with no luck in finding _y/n_. Aaron now kept his eyes trained on the hallway to the bathroom hoping that _y/n_ would emerge with Emily. Maybe even with that small smile, she gave him on the rare occasion when she knew no one was looking at her but him. That wasn’t the case, however. Five minutes later, Prentiss returned alone and said over the radio. “She wasn’t in there Hotch. I don’t know where she would have gone without telling us.” Aaron clenched his jaw and looked over the dance floor again. Something seemed to be off in the center of the floor. 

Amid all the dancing people a lone figure, a familiar figure stood transfixed, looking at the lights coming from the ceiling. “Aaron called Emily and said, “I found her, but something’s wrong. She’s in the middle of the floor, but she’s not moving. See if you can get to her. I’m coming down.” Hotch moved as quickly as he could away from the corner and down the stairs without causing a scene or a panic. Hotch and Em got to _y/n_ about the same time. It was clear to both of the agents that something was wrong with _y/n_ immediately. _y/n_ was swaying to the deafening music. Aaron moved to face her and noticed the glassy blown-out pupils along with the profuse amount of sweat pouring from her face. Emily shouted, “_y/n_. What happened?” _y/n_ lazily turned her face toward her colleague and said, “I don’t know. Don’t you see the colors, though? So pretty.” Aaron knew that _y/n_ was in a world of her own now. If _y/n_ had been drugged with ecstasy what she was seeing or hearing was nothing like what he and Emily were. _y/n_ pulled at the neckline of her shirt and said, “Why’s it so hot in here?” Hotch could barely hear her above the noise. When _y/n_ swayed forward on her feet and toward him, he caught her in his arms. She was slick with sweat and he half lead, half dragged his agent to the side of the floor. Many of the patrons were looking at them now. The people at the edge of the floor made space for Hotch to lay _y/n_ down. She was panting now and Aaron called out to Emily saying, “Get every cop in here to not let anyone go. Call an ambulance and stop the music as fast as you can.” Emily nodded and ran away toward the first officer she saw. Hotch didn’t pay much attention to anything else as he focused solely on _y/n_ She was coughing now and her breath was coming in too fast for her to get proper oxygenation. Hotch called to a concerned-looking onlooker to hold down _y/n_’s arms and another to hold her legs. He said it with such authority that neither people he enlisted could refuse him. Once _y/n_ was held still from thrashing around, he took hold of her head and made sure her mouth was open to breathe better. During the chaos, the lights turned on and the music stopped. There was chatter and movement from nearby, but Aaron couldn’t afford to notice it. Emily was back at his side and said, “Ambulance is on the way. ETA five minutes.” Hotch nodded and replied, “Good. Get someone to bring over a bucket of ice. She‘s overheating and we’ve got to get her temperature down.” Prentiss nodded and ran off again. Aaron wiped away a strand of drool from her mouth and said, “Hold on, _y/n_. Just hold on a few minutes more.” By the time a bartender came with ice, _y/n_ seemed so far away from him. Emily asked, concerned, “Where do you want the ice, Hotch.” Aaron took a breath and said, “Pour it over her chest, groin, and neck. Let’s hope it cools her down. All he could do now was wait for the ambulance to arrive. That took what felt like hours. Hotch was grateful that Emily was there to control the flow of traffic, and equally grateful when the rest of the team arrived. 

When the paramedics arrived, Aaron allowed himself to lean forward for a second into the pool of ice water that had melted off of _y/n_’s overheated body. He only allowed himself a second thought as he, Derek, and Emily followed the stretcher holding _y/n_ out and toward the waiting ambulance. One of the paramedics asked, “What’s happened to her? Is this another one of those druggings?” Aaron nodded his head and replied, “I believe so. She was out of it when I found her and struggling to breathe.” The paramedic nodded and said, “It could be an overdose depending on how much she was given.” The two men efficiently lifted the stretcher into the transport vehicle and Hotch asked, “May I ride with her? I’m a federal agent and so is she?” He flashed his badge, and the man he was talking to nodded saying, “You can take the crash seat, just stay back while we work.” Aaron agreed and watched with concern as the doors to the ambulance were closed and it started to move. _y/n_ was manipulated like a doll as an oxygen mask was put over her face. Hotch looked at the metal floor as the medic cut open her shirt to place a cooling blanket over her chest. It wasn’t a long ride to the hospital and that, Hotch was grateful for. They took _y/n_ back into the ER while he moved to the front of the hospital. He called the team and gave them the update, and he asked for the same. Rossi replied, “We have everyone from the club still here and we’re looking over everyone, but Reid and Em want to wait with you. Would it be alright to get more officers over here and let them go?’ Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “Yeah. That’s fine. The one positive thing about this is that she saw the unsub. That’s if she makes it out of this and if she has any memory of what happened before she was drugged.” Dave heard the soft desperation in Hotch’s voice. He wasn’t surprised. He’d seen Aaron’s slow transformation around _y/n_ over the last year. It wasn’t surprising to him that an event like this would pull out Aaron’s proactive instincts. To reassure his friend, Rossi said, “I’m sure she’ll be fine, Aaron. She’s a tough one, just give it time.” Hotch let out a sigh but knew Rossi was right. He wrapped up the call and then moved inside for the vigil that would last until someone from the hospital gave him news or Spencer and Prentiss arrived. He checked his phone and saw missed calls from Garcia, and a text from JJ saying that she was headed over as well. Aaron ignored these things for just a moment and sat with the anxiety that _y/n_ being targeted had done to him. He’d have to face the feelings eventually and he figured he might as well start on them now. 

The time passed, and the team members who could come and sit with him did. To keep his mind from wandering, he spoke with the team about the case and how they could update the profile now that one of them had been drugged. It was Spencer who mostly answered his questions and even took some notes. Even with that being the case, Hotch couldn’t keep pretending and he and Reid lapsed into silence. Another half hour later, a doctor appeared. The group stood up and approached the man. The doctor’s name tag read. Dr. Piatte. The man held a clipboard in front of him and he said, “The patient, Ms. _y/l/n_ is almost stabilized now. She was given a pretty high dose of ecstasy for her size along with another depressant. Now that her vitals, temperature, and breathing have all leveled out, all we can do is make sure she’s comfortable until the drugs leave her system. Everyone nodded and Aaron asked, “Is she awake? Could someone sit with her while she’s detoxing?” Dr. Piatte looked at him and said, “Ms. _y/l/n_ is conscious, but not lucid. She’s said a few words here and there, but none of it has made much sense. If you’re hoping to talk to her, I’m afraid that won’t be possible.” Hotch shook his head no and replied, “I’m not interested in getting answers for anything. I was just wondering if one of us might sit with her. To keep her company. Maybe she would be more relaxed if one of us was there.” The greying man thought for a second, before saying, “I don’t mind if one of you sits with her. Just don’t excite her and only one of you can be in her room. She’s in a highly suggestible state mentally and she needs as much peace as possible.” The team understood and Emily, JJ, and Spencer looked at Hotch, understanding that he wanted to be with _y/n_ but not sure how to say that. JJ broke the silence by saying, “Why don’t you sit with her, Hotch? The rest of us can go back to the club and help the others out. We’ll send you updates about over there, and you can keep us informed about anything that happens here?” Hotch nodded and replied, “Okay, thanks JJ. Is that alright with you Em, Reid?” Both agents nodded their heads. Aaron bowed his head for a second before saying, “Thank you. I’ll send you an updates regarding _y/n_. With that conversation, Aaron followed the doctor back to _y/n_’s room. He realized that he was being overly protective of _y/n_ and that the team might have noticed it, but he didn’t have the energy to worry about that right now. JJ had thankfully saved any awkwardness in that area and he reminded himself that he’d have to thank her once they were back home. He’d need to thank the whole team for their hard work. Anytime one of the team got hurt on a case, he was reminded how dedicated everyone was, and he needed to highlight that more often. But for now, he only had a mind for _y/n_. When he stepped into the hospital room, Aaron’s eye fell on _y/n_. Her face was still flushed and the closer he got to her bedside, the more he realized how uncomfortable she still might be, even now that she was in a hospital bed and on Benzodiazepines. He watched as _y/n_’s eyes traced patterns on the ceiling where none were to be found. Similarly, _y/n_’s hands tapped out a rhythm that he couldn’t hear, some music only accessible in the recesses for her drudged mind. Hotch sat down and contemplated just how vulnerable _y/n_ looked. He’d never seen her this way before and it made him uncomfortable in the way that he knew there was nothing he could do about it. Like watching a car crash. But this was less than the crash and more of watching the fire slowly die down to a more relaxed state. As the minutes ticked by, _y/n_ seemed to relax and so did he. 

An hour later, Aaron had almost fallen into a half-sleep, when _y/n_’s body jerked slightly and she made a sound that Hotch couldn’t quite identify. He watched as _y/n_continued to move in the bed softly and her hands gripped the sheets in a way that he thought might be indicative of discomfort. Aaron got up to get a nurse to see if _y/n_ needed help, but when she called out his name in a breathy half-sigh half-moan, he stopped in his tracks. When _y/n_ said, “Don’t stop, God don’t stop, Aaron,” Hotch turned on his heel and looked at _y/n_ from a distance. He noticed now the rhythm of her hips moved in a way that might indicate an intimate moment was happening. _y/n_’s expression which he had taken as pain at first was full of ecstasy, and not the drug that had been pushed on her. He watched as her breath picked up and her body moved until finally, she let out a soft cry, with her body shaking for a moment and then collapsing fully back on the bed. When _y/n_’s body was flushed with the bed and she had caught her breath after what had been an apparent climax in her dream, she said, “So good, Aaron.” Hotch was at a true loss for what to do. _y/n_ seemed to be relaxed, but now that he’d witnessed her dreaming about him, dreaming in a way that had given her release, he felt like he’d witnessed something highly personal and something that he was sure _y/n_ wouldn’t want to have seen. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but be surprised and slightly flattered that she should think of him that way. He felt his core tingle at how she’d called out his name, how her face had looked at the height of her dream. Not only was his mind thinking, against his better judgment, about how lovely she had looked during release, but his lower body started to get similar ideas.

Hotch felt his cock begin to harden and internally said, “Shit.” He shouldn’t be here, not like this. Not feel this way when _y/n_ had no agency right now. He was going to attempt to leave again but as he turned a second time, _y/n_ called his name again, this time it was clearer. He turned and saw her looking at him. Her eyes were clearer now. Still a bit glassy, but not so far away. _y/n_ spoke again saying, “Hotch, you’re here?” Aaron let out a breath and approached her bed, pulling a chair up near her and saying, “Yeah. I’m here.” _y/n_ blinked a few times and replied, “You’ve never been here after a dream like that before. It’s so strange.” Hotch shifted closer. He realized that she was still not fully herself He brushed a strand of her _y/h/t_ away from her face and he couldn’t help himself from asking, “What type of dreams? What do you mean, _y/n_.” _y/n_ softly pulled the palm of his hand into hers and said, “Don’t you know? You’re there for all of them. You’re being funny today, Aaron.” Hotch quickly moved and held onto _y/n_’s shoulders as she tried to sit up fully. He tsked and said, “Hey, now. Just relax you’re in the hospital, _y/n_. I need you to relax or I’ll have to get a nurse.” Hotch knew he should get a nurse anyway, but once that happened the moment would be ruined and some selfish part of him that had longed for _y/n_ had him ask, “What are you trying to do? Where do you think you’re going, agent?” _y/n_ stilled at his final word and looked at him, saying, “I just want to put my head in your lap. Please, just for a minute. It’s always so warm and cozy.” Aaron flushed darker because this must have been something that had happened in one of her dreams because he’d never let her rest her head in his lap before. That wasn’t something even he’d dreamed about with _y/n_, and he’d had plenty of dreams with _y/n_ in the staring role before. His cock twitched in his pants comfortably, so he moved his mind back to _y/n_ who was leaning dangerously forward. He tried to gently get her to relax back onto the bed, and he said, “You need to relax, _y/n_. You shouldn’t be sitting up.” Non-lucidly she replied with a little laugh, “I’ll lay down if it’s on your lap.” Hotch was at a crossroads, he knew that MDMA could make its users very suggestible and overly sexual. He couldn’t know if this was what she wanted. But _y/n_ continued to insist and kept trying to sit up and be close to him. Finally, after the fifth time of her getting up again, Aaron moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He knew he could call a nurse, but that would most likely mean that _y/n_ got strapped to the bed and would be uncomfortable for the next few hours. So he compromised and let her place her head on his thigh. She relaxed immediately once her head was settled. It was a shocking departure from her jittery movement from before. And that was how Aaron ended up in a position he could never have imagined. He couldn’t have predicted any case that would lead to his moral quandary, and it only got more morally grey from there. 

Hotch shifted his hips the slightest bit and that did not help him. _y/n_’s head was fully in his lap now, and he knew it shouldn't be. When she was settled, _y/n_ started describing some of her dreams. Dreams about him. About him naked and doing things to her while _y/n_ was also naked. _y/n_ described them in detail. The words had made Aaron's cock twitch in his pants. As _y/n_ set her head in his lap and breathed over his groin, he hardened fully again. Aaron knew _y/n_ wouldn't be saying these things if it wasn't for the drugs. _y/n_ was a hard worker, a reserved agent, and he shouldn’t be doing this. Yet here he was, and _y/n_ was almost purring with contentment. Hotch took a stabilizing breath and said, “You’re like a kitten like this.” _y/n_ nuzzled her head into his lap further and said half asleep again, “I’ll be your kitten if you want, Hotch.” Aaron bit back a groan and endured the torture of _y/n_ being so close to his erect member without any option to do anything. From her description of her dreams, _y/n_ would love to take care of the need pressing against the fly of his pants, but she was incapacitated and not in her full mind. Hotch did his best to stay still and try and picture anything else but the lurid details of _y/n_’s dreams. Eventually, she slipped off into what seemed to be a deeper sleep. Once Aaron made sure her breath was even, he slipped off of the bed and made sure _y/n_’s face was resting on the pillow before he made a quick retreat to the nearest bathroom. He moved to the sink and felt about as hot as _y/n_ had looked at the club. He turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face and the back of his neck. He walked around the small space for a few moments just thinking about the case and nothing but the case. In a few minutes he’d managed to calm his erection, but he wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with all that last night had revealed. Aaron moved back to the reception area to give himself some space from _y/n_. One positive was that it was unlikely that _y/n_ would remember anything that she’d said or did the previous night. He pulled out his phone and called Emily to see what the team was currently doing. Prentiss picked up on the first ring and said, “Hey Hotch. How’s _y/n_ holding up?” Aaron flushed but managed to say, “She’s… she’s doing better. Still a little out of it, but not as bad as two hours ago.” Emily didn’t comment on his long pause and waited for Hotch to continue. Aaron took a second to think about how to word his request and said, “Would you be willing to switch spots with me? I’d like a fresh look at the scene and profile, and you know how I feel about hospitals.” There was a pause before Em said, “Sure, Aaron. I’ll just tell the team and then head over. Be there in about twenty minutes.” Aaron breathed a sigh of relief and thanked her before hanging up. Hotch didn’t want _y/n_ to wake alone, but he didn’t think it would be a great idea if it was him she woke up to. It might result in an awkward moment that _y/n_ didn’t need right now. 

A few minutes later, Emily showed up and she filled Aaron in on what he’d missed and how the team was back at the precinct. She noticed how odd he was behaving, but didn’t ask him about it. Aaron was a mystery that she still hadn’t cracked yet, but if it was something important, she knew he’d tell her or ask for help. So she gave him a pat on the shoulder and watched as he left the building before being led back to _y/n_’s room by a nurse. Emily sat on a chair and watched _y/n_ sleep for an hour. At around seven a.m. _y/n_ shifted on her side and opened her _y/c/e_’s. They were red and sore looking, but they were back to normal and Emily leaned forward asking, “Hey, _y/n_. How are you feeling?” _y/n_ coughed but managed to say, “I’m okay. I know who did it. Who the unsub is.” Emily nodded and gave the woman on the bed a paper cup of water. _y/n_ took a small sip and said, “It’s Jeanie King. The woman who found the last victim. She led me to an alley and I was dumb enough to follow her.” Prentiss nodded and said, “It’s okay, _y/n_. Let me just text the team that information. You just relax and I’ll call a nurse to see how you’re doing.” _y/n_ gave a small nod and looked up at the ceiling tiles. When Emily was done with her phone, _y/n_ looked back at her with a little smile which Prentiss returned. _y/n_ said, “I’m glad it’s you here Em. I had some really lucid dreams during the night and I feel like I said some very private stuff. So how bad was it? What did it say.” Emily stilled for a moment and realized, perhaps, why Hotch was so different when she’d seen him. Emily cleared her throat and opted for honesty, saying, “Well I didn’t hear you say anything, _y/n_ but I wasn’t the one here all night.” _y/n_’s eyes went wide and she asked softly, “Who was here, Em?” Prentiss bit her tongue before saying, “Hotch.” _y/n_ covered her face with her hands and said, “Oh my God, kill me, Emily. If I said any of those things to him I’m going to jump out of the jet.” Prentiss sympathized and patted _y/n_’s shoulder saying, “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad, _y/n_. Even if it was, you were drugged, you couldn’t have helped yourself from saying stuff,” _y/n_ just groaned in reply, still covering her eyes. Emily called for the nurse to hope that some distraction would ease her discomfort. 

The case didn’t take long to wrap up now that _y/n_ had identified the unsub. The hospital released _y/n_ a day later and Jeanie King was found in another club the next night looking for yet another victim. The woman was disturbed and believed she was doing a great service to those she had drugged. She thought she was letting them experience a good life and time. A life that she had not experienced until she had started taking harder and harder drugs. The tough life and expectations of her home had sent her into a downward spiral. In all, it was a pretty cut-and-dry case, except for the place where the killings happened. To have it be so open and public an arena. When _y/n_ was back on her feet, the team left for home. When _y/n_ saw Aaron for the first time, he very quickly averted his eyes and she noticed him flush, and that was all she needed to know that she’d said something inappropriate to him while he had been with her in the hospital. Aaron didn’t get flustered, nothing ever flustered him, so his response was enough. To his credit, Hotch recovered more quickly than _y/n_ as he, like the rest of the team asked how she was doing. _y/n_ was flustered but tried to play it off like she didn’t need all the attention. She moved as far away from Hotch as possible because she still didn’t know the extent of what she’d said to him. If it was what she remembered, it was bad. The team glanced between the two who normally were pretty close but suddenly weren’t. Only Emily had an idea of what had happened and attempted to bridge the awkward silence in the cabin by asking Spencer a question about the case. Reid jumped at the chance to talk about famous female poisoners. This helped the team breathe, but even so, _y/n_ hardly looked at Aaron during the hour-long trip home.

The team hoped that whatever was happening between _y/n_ and Hotch would go away quickly. But even two weeks after they were back, there was still an awkwardness between them. They worked fine, but the dynamic had shifted, and not for the better. Finally, Rossi and Emily were over the drama and both went to Aaron on the same day to ask him to make it right, or to at least talk to _y/n_. Dave was straight to the point, reminding Aaron that he was the leader of this team and he needed to lead right now. Emily was a bit more nuanced and entered his office near the end of the day. He looked up from his desk and asked, “What is it, Em?” Prentiss smiled and said, “You know you’re not bad for what happened at the hospital, right?” Aaron’s dark eyes flashed to hers and he knew she wasn’t just talking about the fact that _y/n_ had gotten hurt. He slowly said, “I feel like I used her. I should have left when she started talking about that stuff.” Emily shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t know if I was in that position and I was spilling my heart out I’d rather not be saying that to an empty room or a nurse that doesn’t care.” Aaron clenched his jaw and said, “She was sharing more than just her heart, Emily.” Em sighed and said, “Well you’re free to feel that way, but you need to do something about it. Either apologize or tell her you feel for her too, because it’s not working right now and you know it. And just for your information, she feels just as bad about saying that stuff to you as you feel about listening to it.” Prentiss didn’t let him make any excuses or try to avoid the real issue, that _y/n_ had shared her feelings and he needed to respond to them in some way. Either positively or with rejection, he had to make up his mind for the sake of his team, but even more for _y/n_’s sake. Hotch sat back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair. His team was right and he wasn’t going to be a coward and just let things fester between _y/n_ and himself. He’d talk to _y/n_ tonight, about what he was going to say, he wasn’t sure, but he was going to say something. 

It was seven p.m. and dark outside the Quantico field office. The bullpen was empty except for _y/n_. Aaron knew _y/n_ was a hard worker, but after the incident in NYC, she’d stayed later and later. She stayed until after he’d left the office for the last week. He wasn’t sure if this was her punishing herself for what she’d admitted, or just an attempt to not have to be in a confined space with him like the parking garage or the elevator. But Aaron wasn’t going to let that happen tonight. Tonight he was driving her home. This would give them time and space to talk about what they needed to. It would also ensure an endpoint to the conversation once they arrived at _y/n_’s apartment. Hotch stood up from his desk chair and packed his briefcase before moving outside his office and locking the door behind him. _y/n_ looked up at Aaron as he moved down the stairs. She let out a sigh because once he was out the door she could go home too. But Aaron didn’t do his normal hand raise and “See you tomorrow _y/n_.” Nope. He was walking over to her, and _y/n_ shifted in her seat a bit. She pulled a file in front of her to look like she was working, even though she’d finished a half-hour ago. _y/n_ looked up at him and tried to act cool. She knew it had been strange, that she had been strange since the drugging and she hated it, but _y/n_ didn’t know how to say, “Hey, sorry boss. I didn’t mean to talk about my sexual fantasies with you while I was on drugs.” Instead, _y/n_ just asked, “Hey Hotch. What’s up?” Aaron parked himself by her desk and he said, “I thought I’d give you a ride home?” _y/n_ flushed and said, “It’s alright. I still have this file to finish, but thanks for the offer.” Hotch stood still and said, “_y/n_, you’re finished with that file. It’s late, let me give you a ride home, please.” _y/n_ had never heard him use this tone before, and she looked up at him almost forgetting how terrible she felt about herself and the situation she’d gotten herself into with him. The way he offered made _y/n_ realize why she’d fallen in love with him in the first place. The warmth, yet strength he demonstrated was just so overpowering. _y/n_ snapped back to herself and realized thinking like that had gotten her in trouble in the first place. Aaron saw the shift on her face and he said, “I’m not taking no for an answer, _y/n_. So you might as well grab your stuff. I don’t want you on the bus this late.” _y/n_ turned her head from him so he wouldn’t catch how flustered she was. She didn’t argue with him, it would be pointless and she’d say something stupid anyway. 

The car ride was as awkward as either of them had imagined. It was silent until they were five minutes from _y/n_’s house. _y/n_ finally plucked up the courage to look at Hotch and say, “Listen, Hotch, about the last case…” She cut herself off not knowing what she wanted to say about the last case. Aaron took the reigns of the conversation by saying, “_y/n_, I’m sorry for putting you in that situation. I shouldn’t have stayed in the room with you. It was wrong of me.” _y/n_ swallowed and asked one of her hard questions, “What exactly did I tell you? What happened?” Aaron pulled into a spot near _y/n_’s unit and replied, “You told me about your dreams. With me. And I listened because I wanted to know. I’m sorry for violating that trust with you.” _y/n_ swallowed and looked out the window. It was as bad as she feared. _y/n_ felt like crying. The emotions had sprung up like an untapped oil well. Perhaps because she was new and thought maybe she’d get kicked out for something like this, or because she knew Aaron would never feel the same way. Never look at her the way she looked at him. _y/n_ said in an almost inaudible whisper, “No, I’m sorry. I’m sure you didn’t want to hear something gross like that with me. I know I’m nothing like that to you.” Hotch hadn’t expected _y/n_ to say that. He didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t that. Hotch furrowed his brow and said, “What do you mean, _y/n_?” _y/n_ huffed, trying to stop the tears from falling down her face as she said, “I know you wouldn’t want to be intimate with someone like me, okay? I get it. I’m just a newbie with a crush. Why would you ever look at me like that.” _y/n_ tone spilled from sorrow to anger quickly.

The silence was deafening for a moment before Aaron said, “_y/n_. You’re a good profiler, but you’ve read me wrong. I like you the way you like me. I have dreams about you too.” The quiet in the car was so deep that the only thing that could be heard was their breaths. _y/n_ turned her head to look at him. She couldn’t believe what she’d heard. Finally, while his gaze was reaching into her soul, she said, “What did you say?” Aaron flushed and raised a hand to her cheek as he deliberately said, “I have dreams about you too.” Hotch took a breath and rubbed his thumb over _y/n_’s bottom lip which was hanging slightly slack with shock. He leaned in closer. So close that his breath fanned her face as he said, “I don’t want to hear you put yourself down like that ever again _y/n_. Do you understand?” _y/n_ nodded slightly. Their mouths were just an inch from each other. When _y/n_ couldn’t wait anymore, she closed the gap between them. Hotch’s lips were warm and soft, meeting hers with enthusiasm and energy. As soon as their mouths met, nothing could stop them from going all in. _y/n_ sucked in a breath and Aaron’s large hands wrapped behind her back, holding her close to him. _y/n_’s hands made it to his hair, and she pulled at the short strands. Aaron groaned into her touch and his hands slipped under the back of _y/n_’s shirt. Hotch slipped his tongue into _y/n_’s mouth. He explored every inch of her mouth and softly bit at her lower lip where his thumb had been mere moments before. _y/n_ moaned into his rough affection. _y/n_ pulled away breathlessly from his mouth and said, “Inside. Let’s go inside.” Aaron’s eyes were full of desire, so dark almost that they looked black. They flashed with anticipation of having more of _y/n and he nodded. The pair got out of Aaron’s car and he locked it behind him as they walked to _y/n_’s apartment. They didn’t run to her door, but they didn’t amble either. 

_y/n_ pulled out her keys and she could feel Aaron right behind her, like a shadow. He was so close that she swore his warmth was radiating over her back. She knew if she took a half step back, she’d be pressed against his chest and groin, and god she wanted that so badly. To be pressed into every part of him. _y/n_ quickly unlocked the door and once they were inside, she flicked on a light. _y/n_ heard the door close behind her and a firm hand on her shoulder. Hotch pushed _y/n_’s back to her front door and pinned her there with his arms. _y/n_ ran her tongue over her lower lip, making him want to taste her even more. He leaned down and kissed her again. His hands found her hips and his fingers dug into the soft flesh, seeking traction to keep him steady as his head spun with the overwhelming power _y/n_ had over him now. Aaron felt like a man parched in the desert and he’d finally found an oasis. He was going to have his fill. _y/n_’s hands roamed over his body that held such strength and power, yet contained a soul that longed to belong. Hotch pressed his body to her, pinning her further, but _y/n_ didn’t complain this was what she’d wanted for months. _y/n_ felt his erection and she provided him with some friction and he groaned, a deep sound coming from his chest. Aaron pulled back and said, “Do you want this? Are you sure you want to do this? Once I start I won’t be able to stop.” _y/n_ nodded mutely for a minute before saying, “Aaron, I told you how much I wanted it. I wasn’t exaggerating in the description of those dreams.” Hotch nodded and looked around the new space. He asked, “Bedroom?” _y/n_ flushed and said, “Down the hall, on the left.” He smiled at her and bent down slightly to pick _y/n_ up. He gave a little grunt at shifting her weight into his arms and also the fact that her core was now pressed his this throbbing cock. 

In the bedroom, he let _y/n_ down, and she kicked off her shoes and turned on a few lamps. Aaron watched her and then moved behind her. His arms wrapped around her torso and he kissed the crook of her neck. _y/n_ sighed and let him give her open-mouthed kisses. However, she was ready for him. She could feel herself dripping with anticipation, and she turned in his arms. _y/n_ kissed up his jawline while her hands undid the buckle of his belt. Aaron let out a breath, realizing that _y/n_ wanted to pick up the pace. He helped her take off his pants and he returned the favor by stripping her of her _y/f/c_ shirt. His gaze roved over her body now in pants and a simple bra while she took in the bulge in his pants. Aaron pushed _y/n_ to the edge of the bed and she got on her mattress facing him. Aaron hovered over her before kissing her again. He murmured, “Such a needy kitten. Begging me to fuck you.” One of Hotch’s hands slipped under the cup of her bra and he kneaded the tissue and tweaked her nipple until it was taught under his fingers. He flicked it a few times as _y/n_ squirmed on the bed. She panted, “Aaron.” Hotch moved his other hand to the clasp of her bra and unlatched it with ease. He slipped the straps down her shoulders and marveled at what he saw beneath the fabric. Hotch tossed the bra aside, and he moved his mouth to suck on the _y/n_’s right breast, he said, “I need you to be patient for me kitten. I’m going to take this slowly because we can only do it for the first time once, and I want it to be something you remember.” _y/n_ nodded and said, “I understand. I’ll try and last for you.” Hotch’s tongue licked over her nipple and she moaned and arched her back at the feelings. Before Aaron went back into to suckle her again, he said, “Atta girl.” _y/n_ paid attention as Hotch’s mouth licked over her nipple. He sucked and licked it in a way that she knew he was adept with his mouth, both here, and elsewhere. His mouth and hand which was stimulating her other breast were making her even warmer and wetter. She loved the attention he was giving her, but she wanted to see him. To have him fill her to the brim like she knew only he could do. After a few moments, Aaron’s left hand traced down to her stomach, then to her naval, and finally past the band of her panties. She let out a long moan as his finger traced the contours of her arousal. Hotch pulled his face back and he said, “You sound so pretty when you make those noises, y/n_. Like a melody I’m never going to tire of.” He’d started to rub his pointer and middle finger between her folds and _y/n_ said, “Aaron, please, I need you in me.” Hotch’s face split into a grin and he said, “I can feel that kitten. You’re so wet for me already.” _y/n_ nodded and said, “I am. I have been…” _y/n_’s voice was cut off with a groan as Aaron started to circle her clit. Hotch chuckled and let _y/n_ catch her breath as he took off his shirt and briefs. _y/n_ looked at Aaron’s cock that hung thick and heavy by his stomach. He was as impressive as she’d dreamed. Probably more so, but those dreams were gone now that she was in front of the real thing. Aaron noticed her gaze and he said, “Don’t look so shocked _y/n_ or you’ll scandalize me.” _y/n_ laughed, appreciating that he could have some humor at the moment. She said, “What if I praised you instead?” Aaron stilled at the phrase and said, “You don’t need my ego that big right now _y/n_.” His hands slipped to both sides of her panties and she let him slide them down her legs and to the floor like her bra. 

Aaron looked over her swollen pussy and noticed how slick it was with her readiness. He looked at her and asked, “How do you want it, _y/n_?” _y/n_ propped herself up on one elbow and used the other to pull him into another kiss before saying, “Just like this, with you on top, putting your weight into me.” Aaron nodded and helped her get into a comfortable position on her back. He asked while flicking a finger over her clit, “Are you on the pill or do I need a condom?” _y/n_ was squirming again under his skilled fingers as she said, “I’m on the pill. You’re good.” Aaron smiled and stopped his hand. _y/n_ almost mewled at the loss of feeling, but Hotch quickly replaced his hand with this cock. He guided it up and down her opening to coat it with her slick. _y/n_ arched her back and let out a long moan as he guided the tip inside her. “Aaron,” she called out as he kept pressing in and out of her. He looked down at her face, which radiated her pleasure. He checked in anyway asking, “Is it too much? Are you comfortable?” _y/n_ nodded and said, “It’s perfect. Just keep going, please. You’re not gonna hurt me.” _y/n_ opened her eyes enough to see his smile and he pressed his length further into her weeping cunt. It took him three full thrusts to seat himself in her. No matter how ready _y/n_ said she was, he wasn’t going to press her or harm her. _y/n_ wrapped her arms around him and he began to thrust in and out of her. _y/n_ let out a litany of sounds and words as he established a pace. Aaron struggled to keep his composure as left her warmth and wetness tight around his cock. He groaned as he kept moving inside her. _y/n_ hands raked down his back, asking him to move more. Aaron complied with her unspoken request. He started snapping his hips into her, filling her each time. _y/n_ let out a strangled cry that was his name and he replied, “That’s a good girl. You’re taking me so well aren’t you kitten.”Hotch stifled her future cries with his mouth. The veins on Aaron’s dick gave the perfect feeling for _y/n_’s walls to feel the sensation of Hotch’s fast pace. He was doing as she asked, putting his full weight into every thrust. _y/n_ quickly started feeling her core tighten and the fact that he wasn’t letting her get any sounds out only amplified the orgasm that she knew was fast approaching. Aaron moved one hand to her clit and began rubbing soft circles over her nerve spot. He pulled his mouth away from hers so she could hear _y/n_ pant his name and have her breath pick up even more. Aaron quickened and tightened his attention on her clit and he knew she was close as her walls tightened around him and her back arched further off the bed. He was close too and he gave her his all as his hips rocked into hers. He looked at her face and hair above her head as he said, “Let go kitten. You can let go for me.” At his encouragement, _y/n_ let her climax peak and she felt herself seize all over as the wave of euphoria crashed over her. The look on _y/n_’s face and the way _y/n_’s cunt got even tighter with her orgasm had Aaron spill into her harshly. He called out her name as he let go. Hotch leaned forward on his arms to stop from collapsing on top of her. 

Both of them took their time to catch their breaths and Aaron looked over to her saying, “That was, that was amazing, _y/n_.” _y/n_ looked at him, eyes still blown from her climax. She ran a hand over his cheek and said, “That was better than any dream I could imagine.” Hotch laughed and said, “I’m not sure about that. Some of them sounded pretty nice. Maybe we should try some of those things later on.” Hearing Aaron say that _y/n_ sobered and said, “So, we’re going to keep doing this?” Hotch looked at her and sat up from her side. He kissed the tip of her nose and said, “If you want, _y/n_. I’d like to if you're comfortable with it.” _y/n_ nodded slowly and said, “I do want that, but what about the team and the rules? Is this even allowed?” Aaron smiled down at her glowing body and said, “Yeah, we’ll have to talk about that. But it can wait for tonight. I never want you to think I don’t dream about you like you did with me. And I’m going to make sure I show you that thoroughly with time.” _y/n_ beamed and tried to sit up, but Aaron held her back and asked, “What are you trying to do, kitten?” _y/n_ flushed at the nickname and replied, “Just getting some towels to clean us up?” Hotch kept his gaze on her face before flicking it between her legs. He looked back at her and said, “You must be joking if you think I’m going to let that all go to waste. Now lay back down and let me take care of you.” _y/n_ let out a little gasp at the request, but let Aaron push her back on the mattress. He kissed down the valley of her breasts, stomach, and finally to their shared release. As his mouth expertly lapped up what he’d spilled in her, mixed with her climax, both Aaron and _y/n_ realized they’d found something very special in the other. Aaron had found an agent willing to stick with the BAU in the good and bad times, and _y/n_ had found a leader she trusted enough to follow into the fire. And well the sex, the intimacy that they had had and that to come, well that was just the cherry on top. 

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[cillianhead]

the see through shirt is making me feel sick

why does he think he can just DO THIS TO US

ugh

#help me #AND THE FACT YOU CAN SEE HIS NECKLACE TOO IS JUST… #THE CHERRY ON TOP #i want that thing dangling in my face #ok bye #cillian murphy

[durn3h]

Why are annoying, stubborn women with strong opinions so attractive?

#I need someone that’s stubborn and has strong opinions #it’s a vital character trait I think everyone should have #and being annoying about them is cute #the cherry on top

[languagesperkele]

@mehilaiselokuva you gotta understand though that because you don't explain this in your post, people not already familiar with Finnish and how ir varies will draw the assumption that the forms not listed in the colloquial forms -post are not used in colloquial language. besides which, hän has spoken language variants that are used just the same as dialectal forms of minä and sinä are and if the exclusion is because of the formal language post then the variants of minä and sinä are just as unnecessary to include because minä and sinä are already on the other post. if applying the same reasoning to these two personal pronouns feels risiculous, maybe you should reconsider excluding the dialectal forms of hän.

#I originally made my own post instead of responding to you because I didn't want to make this personaland your post was just #the cherry on top

[sleepypuffpastry]

im not talking about the situation cuz im honestly just baffled and speechless bout this man and its rlly gross so i will be playing pkmn rangers guardian signs for the next few days ^____^

#putting this in the tags but #i am already having liek personal issues #losing sight of myself and all that fun stuff #so this is like #the cherry on top #erm #anyways remember not to victim blame ^_^ #and stan murph from pokemon rangers

[daisyblossomsub]

the cherry on top | para

Who: Danny Andrews & Daisy Blossom

Where: Pop’s, an Uber, Danny’s suite

When: February 13th, 2023

Notes: Daisy and Danny run into each other at Pop’s - they flirt and get to know each other a little bit and then smut ensues. Lots of it. @domdannyandrews

Word Count: 24,891

DAISY: The bell affixed to the front door at Pop's chimed, signaling her arrival. Daisy glided from the entrance to the nearest, unoccupied barstool and sat herself down, tossing her long red tresses behind her, leaving about half a handful of strands over one shoulder, which was pinned back by an heirloom of hers: a daisy-shaped clip. It was a little on the nose, for sure - but she and her sisters were just that way. They liked to make their stamp on the earth perfectly obvious. A waiter walked down and took her order of a vanilla milkshake with whipped cream and a cherry on top and scurried off to fill it, obviously trying not to look at Daisy's very obvious cleavage in the process. She rolled her eyes at that. She was nothing if not a lady, but that didn't mean she had to dress in a pillowcase to remain demure. She adored her body, and if people couldn't handle seeing her in all her glory, that was their problem. As she waited for her milkshake, Daisy clasped her manicured hands together and surveyed the room, her eyes settling on a certain, burly redhead sitting in a booth about ten paces away. She smiled politely in his direction, instantly noticing how handsome he was. Daisy diverted her gaze but still felt his on her, and unlike the lingering gaze of her server - his affected her in a much different way.

DANNY: Danny had, of course, noticed the pretty little redhead the instant she walked in. He'd been wandering through town and figured this would be a good place to stop for a bite, and boy was he glad he had. Not only was his shake the perfect thickness, but now there was a perfect view of someone he'd noticed around campus, and no one from school to interrupt them. Smirking, he leaned back against the booth when she smiled and looked away, her interest clear in the slight flush of her cheeks. He kept his gaze on her, waiting for her to inevitably look back, then crooked one finger to beckon her over. "It's a big enough booth for two," he called loud enough for her to hear.

DAISY: His gaze made her cheeks flush, which only embarrassed her further. If she didn't do something soon, her skin would be redder than her hair, and that was not a good look. She chanced another glance at him, recognizing him the second time from around campus, so at least he was a fellow student. While she couldn't see his mark from where she was seated, he simply exuded dominance, so that beckoning digit triggered an instinctual reaction in her. She fluttered her lashes and ducked her head as her milkshake was placed in front of her. "Thank you," Daisy said softly, sighing and standing up with her milkshake in hand before turning on her heel to join her admirer. Once she was at the table, she was able to get an even better look and God, was he perfect in every conceivable way. Her eyes drifted down to his obviously sculpted chest and then immediately back up as her cheeks flushed once more in the process. "If you want some company you'll have to pay for my milkshake at least." She said sweetly, drumming her nails on the table, swaying flirtatiously on the spot.

DANNY: Though the sweet and innocent thing was sexy, he had a feeling it was all for show. The skimpy miniskirt and low cut sweater ruined the complete effect to a delicious extent. Danny didn't hide how he looked her over as she crossed over to his booth, her long hair bouncing with every step. His smirk was firmly in place as he caught her wandering gaze, his back arching slightly to puff out his broad, sculpted chest just a little more to keep her attention. "I think I can manage that, beautiful," he replied. Although he would have liked to have her sit beside him and find out if she would melt under his arm around her shoulders like he thought she would, Danny nodded to the opposite side of the table, still occupying his seat in a lazy sprawl. "I've seen you around campus, haven't I? I keep meaning to introduce myself but the timing's never been right. I'm Danny Andrews."

DAISY: Her lips parted just so when he arched his back and puffed up his chest, seemingly for her benefit. As cliche as it was, Daisy couldn't deny her traditional tastes. She liked a man who practically dwarfed her with his brawn. She didn't mind being the brains in the equation, even as a submissive - so she usually found herself entangled with a muscle-bound jock like the one seated proudly in front of her and truthfully she wouldn't have it any other way. Beautiful. She hummed approvingly at that, taking that moment to sit across from him, graciously leaning forward so that her own chest settled provocatively behind her icy, vanilla milkshake. "Mmm, muscles, and manners. How could anyone turn you down..." Her eyes darted to his wrist and noted the obvious Dominant mark there. "...Sir." She finished, almost sighing gratefully at that revelation. "You've caught my eyes too, truth be told." She admitted with a sweet smile before taking a dainty sip of her milkshake. "Daisy Blossom. Submissive, if that wasn't apparent already."

DANNY: The way she reacted to his posturing was exactly what he was hoping for. He needed to get ahold of the fantasies currently running rampant, starring the pretty little vixen in front of him. It wasn't time for that. Yet. She was clearly interested, but interest alone was never Danny's style. No. He liked submissives to crave him, to melt for him before he even gave them a taste. "I like to think no one would, and I haven't been wrong yet," he replied, gracing her with a smile as if in reward for using his title. "Daisy. It was, but it's polite to confirm. Good girl." He leaned forward to sip at his own chocolate milkshake, not trying to hide the way his eyes lingered on the obviously offered view of her luscious cleavage. "So what brought you to Pop's all on your lonesome, Daisy?"

DAISY: She couldn't deny that his confidence, bordering but not quite crossing over to arrogance was an instant turn-on for her. She clenched her thighs together under the table where he couldn't see. Everything about Danny Andrews was checking off every one of her boxes so far, and that handsome smile in response to the title, followed by the sort of praise only a real Dominant could offer a submissive made him even more appealing. "I'm nothing if not polite." She agreed, although her pride in having pleased him was plain as day. Again, she noted the way his eyes dipped to her chest - but unlike the attention she got from her scrawny server, she loved it from him. As long as he wasn't too obvious about it in public, which he wasn't, Daisy was happy to let him drink her in, especially since she was doing the exact same thing to him. "I think I just needed a change of scenery." She mused, glancing pointedly up at him through her lashes. "I suppose I should thank you for contributing to how successful my trip into town is shaping up to be." She sipped her shake again, letting a bit linger on her luscious lips before licking it off with an air of nonchalance. "What about you, Sir? Wanted a break from all the protein shakes in favor of something sweeter?" (edited)

DANNY: The way she almost swooned under his attention was nothing short of an ego stroke. Though, it was almost concerning that a beautiful, clearly eager submissive on a campus like this soaked up such attention so eagerly. He hadn't been at Stonewall Prep long but clearly some of the Doms around here needed to get their shit together if someone like Daisy wasn't snatched up already. "Nothing wrong with that. And you're very welcome. You've definitely brightened up my day." Predictably, his eyes dropped to her lips, the bright white of her shake stark against the soft pink, and he couldn't help but imagine a different kind of thick white on those lips that she was lick up just the same way. Danny chuckled and rubbed one hand over his head, conveniently flexing his bicep, the movement perfectly visible in his clinging sweater. "I was wandering around town, getting to know the lay of the land and this seemed like a good place to grab a bite. Everyone deserves a day off from lean chicken and egg white omelets," he said with a wink. "I think I can afford it, what do you think?" he asked as he leaned back again, putting his broad shoulders and thick chest on display again, his gaze daring her to swoon.

DAISY: Daisy internally congratulated herself on catching his attention with such a subtle move, noting the way his eyes dropped longingly to her lips the second her tongue peeked out to swipe up the drop of shake left over, but her victory was short-lived because Danny quickly demonstrated just how easily he could regain the upper hand in this little dance they were playing. Her gaze was drawn from Danny's chiseled features to his arm as he oh-so-casually ran his hand through his hair. That sweater looked like it was ready to burst at the seams when his bicep naturally bulged through the motion. Daisy nodded slowly and giggled almost nervously, although she still clung to her composure when she spoke. "Agreed. Especially those who look like they've eaten nothing but in their lifetime." That wink made her swoon, alone - but the way he boldly probed for her opinion on his physique almost made her light-headed. "I..." She uncharacteristically stammered, watching his broad, perfect body fill out his sweater as he leaned back. "I think you know exactly what I think, Sir." Daisy finally managed, her thighs shaking under the table as arousal started to flow through her like adrenaline. She worried her lips together, reluctantly dragging her gaze up from his pecs to meet his smirking expression. She had to up the ante. Daisy had no problem swooning to her knees for a man like this, but it'd be a lot more fun if she met him tit-for-tat first. She folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up so that the lace of her bra was just visible over the collar of her deep-cut top. (edited)

DANNY: Seeing her flustered was mouth watering. If this was how she reacted to something as simple as flexing with his shirt on, Danny couldn't help but wonder just how mindless he could get her with his cock held to her mouth. Those pouty lips were practically begging for the thickness of his length between them. Her coy comment to his direct question had him chuckling low in his throat. So the little beauty wanted to play. He liked that. "I'm not a mind reader, beautiful, so I think you should tell me," he probed, putting a little more weight into his tone, not quite an order but definitely along the same lines. He inhaled sharply but quietly when she plumped up those gorgeous tits, making them practically spill out of the tight, low cut shirt she had on, the hint of lace making him itch to rip the delicate material off of her body so he could see for himself. Of course, the waiter chose that moment to drop off his plate of fries, the skinny teen's eyes almost bulging out when he noticed just how Daisy was perched. Danny's expression darkened, and he leaned forward, elbows propped on the tabletop. "Eyes to yourself, bud," he growled, menacing enough to make the waiter nearly trip over himself in his haste to get away.

DAISY: The corners of Daisy's lips curved up into a knowing half-smile. Just as she was about to respond and tell him how in complete sincerity, she thought his body was as close to a work of anatomical art as she'd ever seen, their server came by and ogled her again. Granted, she was putting herself out there more than usual, but it wasn't for anyone's benefit other than Danny's. Daisy was intensely submissive to anyone who deserved it, but to those who didn't, she could be vicious. She was about to tell him to piss off before she got him fired but Danny beat her to the punch. Her breath involuntarily hitched when his voice deepened and he acted on some sort of primal instinct and protected her. "Impressive." Daisy complimented sweetly, reaching out to squeeze his clenched fist appreciatively. No Blossom was ever a damsel in distress, but she knew when to step back and let a man be the hero. Besides, it made everyone involved feel good, so even though she could have handled a bug-eyed teen, she was more than happy to let Danny do the honors. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's resigning as we speak after that." Daisy giggled warmly. She reached for a fry and ate it in a couple of tiny bites, her hand wandering up from Danny's fist to his thick forearm, her index finger lazily tracing circles against the tautly stretched fabric of his sweater. "Where were we?" Daisy leaned forward as the words fell from her lips, her slender back arched while her tits grazed the frosted glass so that a little sweat from the cold beverage dotted the swell of her chest.

DANNY: Danny followed instinct in telling the uninvited waiter to piss off without thinking of how Daisy might react. It was a thing he had to keep hold of, he knew, bulldozing into situations without considering others. But luckily, he earned a compliment and that delicate little hand on his fist, making him relax under her touch almost instantly. Danny chuckled, glancing over to see the skinny teen scurrying into the back room and away from his intimidating gaze. "I wouldn't be either, but kid should know better. As nice as the view is, it clearly wasn't for him." His cocky smirk landed back on his lips, watching her help himself to his fries as that hand wandered up his arm. "Well, I believe you were about to tell me exactly what you thought about me being able to have a cheat day," Danny reminded her, his hand flat on the table by now, stretched across to linger around the base of her milkshake glass, so temptingly close to where those perfect breasts seemed to call for his touch. "And I know a good girl like you wouldn't keep me waiting much longer."

DAISY: Daisy smiled, loving the way Danny melted under her touch. She knew it was as much a submissive's job to comfort their Dominant as it was a Dominant's, so it made her feel good to be able to help such a strong man relax with little more than a touch. She got the feeling that, much like herself, Danny was strong-willed, maybe even hot-headed. Men like him, in Daisy's experience, needed a soft hand to calm the stormy waters that surged beneath such a strong, steely exterior. Meeting Danny's effortlessly confident gaze, she knew there was no hiding from him. Daisy wanted him. Badly - and she was obviously putting her body on display to snag his interest; so, she opted for honesty. "You're right. It's not for him. In fact, there's only one person in this establishment I'm looking to impress, so feel free to scare off anyone else trying to get a look at what's only yours to enjoy right now." She smiled almost angelically, which was ironic considering how she was working to inflame a possessive streak she suspected he had. She thought up a million different coy responses she could provide to his continued questioning about what, in reality, was her opinion of his physique, but when he called her a good girl and framed his expectations as such, all she wanted to do was be as blunt as possible. "Right. Well...I think, looking the way you do, you've absolutely earned a cheat day, Sir. And I don't think that extends only to your meals. I think you deserve to spend the day letting any submissive of your choice worship your muscles for hours on end. You work hard for that body and it deserves to be thoroughly appreciated." She implored, her hand roaming up higher to squeeze reverently at the man's bicep. "God, I can't even fit my hand halfway around it." Daisy marveled as she leaned forward to reach him, her cheeks perfectly flushed all the while.

DANNY: Danny's eyes crinkled slightly at the corners over his widened grin. Her seemingly sweet and innocent little comments did exactly what they were meant to do. Though no one else was paying attention to them, Danny wanted to keep it that way. While he had a feeling Daisy was far from the innocent angel she was playing, he couldn't help but want to protect her like she was. He was the one who got to look, touch - to defile as he wished, no one else. Not while he was around. "Believe me, I intend to." Danny listened to her sweet voice praising him so thoroughly, that delicate palm still exploring his arm, her slim hand dwarfed by the bulk of his muscle. "Good girl, beautiful," he praised, his voice a little lower and huskier than it had been before. He shifted his arm under the pretense of flexing his bicep under her touch, but it also allowed him room to move his fingers, lifting the tips to brush over her sweater. Danny gently stroked along the soft material, just under the prominent curve of her tits. "Mm. I don't think that's the only part of me you would struggle to fit your hand around, sweetheart," he teased, their heads bent closer together over the table.

DAISY: Appearances were everything to a Blossom. The closer Danny leaned in, the more his arm swelled under her worshipful touch, and the more her thighs shook with the need to leap over the table and into his lap. But this was in public, and in broad daylight, no less. She sighed out into the beginning of a whimper when he praised her with that deep, masculine voice. It was akin to the one he employed with their server, but it took on a warmer tone that melted her on the spot. "Sir..." She whispered when his calloused digits reached out ever so slightly to ghost against her chest. Her nipples were roused and hard, even a little evident under the flimsy silk of her bra and top. Her breathing was quickening along with her heartbeat and she had to cross her legs to temper the shaking that came with a wave of arousal that ran through her body, slightly dampening her panties when Danny's bicep bulged under her hand. She didn't notice how close they were either, but they were leaning in towards each other, their bodies subconsciously working to close the distance between them. She flushed at his boyish innuendo. "Is that right? I... I think getting out of here so we can put that theory to the test sounds like a good idea right about now, Sir. What do you think?"

DANNY: Finally. She couldn't hide how she reacted anymore. Danny smirked darkly, loving how he could practically see the arousal flooding through her, her cheeks flushed and her breath quick, the movement of her near panting practically pushing her breasts into his palms. As tempting as her idea was, he wasn't done quite yet. No, he wanted to see how far he could push this demure darling in public, to see how needy he could get her before he got her alone. "And waste these delicious shakes and fries? Nah, beautiful, I don't think I'm quite ready to leave yet." Danny shifted to slide onto her side of the booth though, scooting in beside her and tugging his shake and fries closer to munch on one. His arm casually draped around her slim shoulders, fingertips running over her arm below the tiny sleeve of her shirt. "You got somewhere to run off to, baby?"

DAISY: Daisy gulped as her wide, wavering brown eyes followed this absolutely adonis of a man as he shifted that magnificent body around the table until he was seated right next to her. He knew exactly what he was doing, and while there was a part of her that knew how this sort of public behavior went against just about every dignified code she tried to abide by, there wasn't even a single fiber in her body that wanted any of this to end. "Fair point. It is your cheat day, after all." Daisy agreed quietly, her hand resting over Danny's thigh when he slid in right next to her. Instinctively, she leaned into him when he draped that powerful arm across her shoulders. Somehow, when he enclosed her like that, she felt simultaneously beautifully vulnerable to him, but not as much to the rest of the world - and that was closer to what she wanted. She smiled up at his handsome face, her hand squeezing against his thigh as she spoke. "Not without you I don't." She admitted a little breathlessly, a pathetic part of her absolutely melting at the way he called her 'baby' - it was one of her weaknesses, and she was sure that much was obvious right now. "I'm ready whenever you are, but by all means..." She reached for a fry and bit at it cutely. "Enjoy your fries, stud."

DANNY: He liked how she snuggled into his side, her palm resting across his thigh, prompting him to spread his legs just a little bit more to encourage her touch. Having her so close was intoxicating, her perfume filling his nose and the most perfect view down her shirt from his point of view. Danny could easily see the lace of her bra, the shadow of her cleavage all but begging for him to lean down and leave a hickey on the pristine curve of her gorgeous tits. "Good answer," he praised when she confirmed she wasn't going anywhere without him. Danny chuckled, watching her munch on another fry, his free hand grabbing one of his own. "I'm enjoying more than the fries. I especially like how flushed you are when I touch you," he murmured, bending so his lips brushed her hair as he spoke so low. His hand moved from her arm back to the swell of her chest, his large body blocking how his fingers dipped to tease along the edge of exposed lace on her nearly bared breasts. "And how you melted against me the second I took you in my arms... you're so tiny, baby, I bet I could carry you around without a second thought."

DAISY: Daisy had a hard time keeping her eyes met with Danny's. Partly because he was so, gorgeously intense that it almost scared her, and partly because there was so much of him to be distracted by. "I'm usually much more composed than this, I swear." Daisy protested with a little shake of her head. "I have a feeling you're quite used to flustering just about anyone you want to. I wouldn't be this easily swayed if you weren't so masterful at what we both know you're actively doing." She teased him, scooting in even closer and arching her back so that the valley between her large tits was even more pronounced under his piercing gaze. She really appreciated the privacy he was providing them not only by way of his broad back physically shielding her from view but also by the low, intimate way he spoke to her and the subtle but sure way he touched her body, sending electric sparks against her skin every time he did. Daisy sighed sweetly when his digits teased at the lacy hem of her bra, wanting so much more than she was willing to ask for in public. She nodded at his observation of their obvious size difference. "I would be lying if I said that wasn't one of the reasons I came over here so quickly. I like being tossed around like I'm weightless...and one look at you told me that you'd be able to provide that without the slightest issue." She bit her bottom lip and then, making sure no one was looking, reached for Danny's hand and pressed it insistently to upwards to properly cup her tit. "I may be tiny overall, but I think you'll find that not every part of me is particularly...proportional." She teased quietly, knowing how...well-endowed she was in certain respects.

DANNY: He couldn’t even pretend to be shocked that she’d figured out his little game. Danny was nothing but shameless in his pursuit of what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted more than anything in the world was Daisy Blossom, preferably nearly naked in his bed with nothing but her panties on, her chest bouncing as she rubbed herself against his dick and begged for him to fuck her. Now wouldn’t that be nice. He hummed in appreciation as she scooted closer, her petite but curvy frame molding to his broad body, and her perfect breasts on clear display for him. He chuckled and kissed her hair again, his thick fingers curling around the curve of her breast properly now. “I definitely can. I could probably hold you up and take you without even needing a wall for you to lean on,” Danny mused, his voice still low and intimate but almost casual. His thumb shifted to dip into her bra, finding the soft but stiff peak of her nipple to tease with the callused pad of his finger. “You’re definitely not tiny where it counts, baby. What with these perfect tits and what I’m sure is a tight, round ass just waiting for a few handprints on it.” He smirked, looking down at her, his free hand coming to tip her chin up to meet his gaze. “Even good girls need a spanking now and then after all.”

DAISY: She gasped when he took proper hold of her breast, groping her just the way she wanted him to. That simple motion gave her the smallest taste of how powerful he was and left her famished for more. The mental image he painted of holding her up while he fucked her in the air utilizing nothing but his own, brute strength made Daisy's thighs shake noticeably as another surge of arousal rushed towards her core, dampening her panties under that snug little blue skirt that was practically plastered to her curvaceous figure. Images of his back, flexing and rippling under her hands as she held onto him, even a moment of respite to just settle on his cock so she could openly lick and kiss at his perfectly muscled chest flooded her mind and drove her desire through the ceiling. "God, I insist we add that to the rapidly developing list of theories to test out later, Sir. Please." As his digits worked subtly under her shirt and bra, she gasped out a little laugh and nodded in earnest. "Oh, this particular good girl has been known to outright beg for spankings in the right setting. I spend my share of time in the gym, making sure to develop a perfectly plump canvas for that exact purpose." At his direction, Daisy met his gaze, her eyes darting down to his lips and then back up, waiting for him to initiate what they both obviously wanted.

DANNY: Danny licked his lips as he felt her little tremble against him. His own arousal was beginning to prove troublesome to hide, his thick cock at more than half mast inside of his tight jeans, the size of the bulge just above where her fingers lingered on his thigh. “Well, since you said please, I think we could work that into our plans, beautiful. If time allows. If not, there’s always next time,” he said confidently, having no doubts that Daisy would be back in his arms before too much longer. Her devout insistence on begging and preparing her body for the ideal spanking earned her a little pinch to her nipple, a hint of extra pressure just to hear another one of those gasps. Danny licked his lips when he noticed the path of her eyes, then gave in, leaning in to close the distance between their mouths. He teased her though, barely brushing a kiss to her soft lips, his nose bumping against hers. The hand on her chin slid up, his thumb tugging on her bottom lip, urging her to part them. “Ask for it, baby,” he urged in a whisper.

DAISY: There was heat radiating from under her delicate palm, which continuously massaged Danny's thigh each and every time he did something to purposefully turn her on. She glanced down quickly and gasped at the very impressive bulge throbbing noticeably just next to her hand. With his palm groping at her breast, she felt well within her right to repay the favor and gently glided her hand over to rest against his hard-on, subtly stroking the shape of his thick cock over his jeans. "Nothing if not polite, remember?" She teased him breathlessly, although she pouted a little at the idea of something silly like time limiting them at all. Her pout broke quickly when she realized he was simply angling for a second romp. "I'll bear that in mind, Sir...and if, in fact, time doesn't allow us to test all of our theories, I can promise to bug you until we've thoroughly tested them all...over and over and over aga--...aah." She squeaked, her promise cut short by the playful pinch he dealt to her roused nipple. Once her giggles subsided, it was all heat, passion, and intensity - and it didn't end with their first kiss, which was soft and sweet. It left her wanting more, and him ordering her to beg for just that. She blushed furiously, but her desire outweighed her usual code and she spoke up. "Kiss me, Sir. Please, please kiss me again. Harder. " Her free hand ran up the solid form of his torso, stroking at his built chest. "Please."

DANNY: He could hardly be upset when her hand moved to cup his bulge, especially when that sweet, feminine gasp told him all he needed to know about her thoughts on his endowment. Next time, he would make her ask to touch, but right now, he deeply enjoyed the attention to his aching length. The pout almost had him laughing, but she seemed to catch on, knowing what he meant. He did laugh at her cute little squeak and the resulting giggles. “Well that just motivates me to be very lazy about working through all of these theories,” Danny admitted playfully, openly admiring the sight of her giggling freely in his arms. But then he felt her breath on his lips, and he challenged her, earning another one of those pretty blushes across porcelain cheeks. This time when he leaned in, he was anything but gentle. Danny took her mouth in a hungry kiss, urging her to tip her head back further so he could properly devour all of the sweet sounds she made. He reluctantly abandoned her breast, his wide hand going to the outside of her thigh, nearly lifting her off of the seat with how he wrapped his hand around her leg. “I want to fuck you, baby girl. I want to wreck you so badly I can taste it,” he whispered against her lips. “And I know you want that too, don’t you?” He pulled back just far enough to meet her gaze, thumbing again at her wet bottom lip. “You just have to do one thing for me.” Danny leaned in, making sure to brush a kiss to her neck before whispering in her ear. “I want your panties. Take them off for me, baby, right here.”

DAISY: She asked and she received - and then some. Nothing could have prepared Daisy for the way Danny practically claimed her; body, mind, and soul all in one, consuming kiss. Her pliant, petite frame bent backward with the force of his kiss, only to come back with equal desperation to meet him head-on. Her lips parted at his wordless command, their tongues lashing at each other in the space between their panting mouths as they made out right there in the middle of Pop's. For the first time in a very, very long time, if ever - Daisy forgot where she was. She forgot who she was supposed to be, the facade of buttoned-up dignity she was meant to present to the world, and just indulged her desire. Her hand gripped reverently at Danny's thick chest, moving up to cup his strong jawline, keeping his mouth against hers for as long as possible until he was taking her fully in his, practically dragging her over onto his lap. She added his efforts by swinging her legs up across his thighs. She panted when they broke apart, practically sobbing with need when he articulated what he wanted. "Please...yes..." She managed, her hand moving down to his chest once more, groping at him urgently. He managed to break through the fog and brought her back to reality by drawing back and sensually swiping his thumb across her bottom lip. It was enough to remind her of where she was, but not nearly enough to deter her from what she needed. She arched into him when he kissed her neck, whispering wicked instructions into her ear. She flushed and gulped, but nodded all the same. "Yes, Sir." With that, she reached up her skirt and found the waistline of her lacy, white panties and tried ever so subtly to work them down her thick thighs, slowly down her calves, and finally off the toe of her high-heels. She reached for them and handed them discreetly to Danny under the table, blushing even brighter when she felt for herself just how wet they were.

DANNY: She wasn’t the only one affected by that kiss. Danny was close to saying “fuck it” and just dragging her into the bathroom for a quickie to take the edge off. But, though he had his caveman side, he could show finesse or something like it. His control proved to be for the better. He felt her tense in his arms briefly, her throat moving under his lips. For a second he thought she would refuse. But then she whispered and shifted, working off her skimpy panties just as he ordered. Danny hummed in approval when the drenched material landed in his palm. “Damn, baby. How long has it been since someone’s taken care of you right?” he asked, nosing at her neck. “Not that it matters. The clock’s about to be reset.” He slid her panties into his pocket, then got out his wallet to toss cash onto the table for their shakes and fries. Danny stood without shame, his bulge extremely prominent, thick and easily visible in his jeans. Holding out a hand, he helped Daisy from the booth, once again tucking her against his side, one wide hand curled possessively around her hip. “Did you walk into town, beautiful? I’m thinking the quickest way back to campus is best right now, considering it’s very difficult for me not to bend you over right here and take you,” Danny rumbled low as they walked along the main drag towards Stonewall.

DAISY: Daisy flushed and ducked her head when he chuckled at how wet she was. It was true that she couldn't recall the last time someone had gotten to her this intensely and this fast, but she also knew her body. When she was aroused, it showed...arguably more than most, and he'd figure that out very soon if they kept on the path they were headed down. She was a little too embarrassed to get into how her body really responded when she was stimulated, so she simply gushed at his promise and leaned in to kiss his neck while he stowed her soaked panties away, leaving her to drip onto the booth. If she were of sound mind and not as turned on as she'd ever been in her life, she would've felt disgraced for how depraved she was behaving - but one look at Danny at that all happily went out the window. Watching Danny stand up, Daisy was confronted by how tall he was on top of everything else he brought to the table. She took his hand a shakily got to her feet, even in heels the top of her head barely settled under his nose. She leaned into his strong frame and raised a manicured hand to her gasping mouth when she caught sight of his erection, proudly hard and obvious under his jeans. Leaving Pop's, Daisy reached into her purse for her phone. "I took an Uber, actually. I'll call us one now. The faster we get back to campus, the happier I think we'll both be." She justified, quickly calling a car that would pick them up in a matter of minutes. She looked up at the red-headed God of a man practically towering over her and clung to his arm as they waited on the sidewalk. "I can't believe I just did all of that." She said out loud, giggling to herself in half-embarrassment, half-sheer astonishment. "You're a terrible influence, Sir."

DANNY: She fit into his arms how he always imagined his submissive would. Tiny and slim, clinging to him like he was the center of their whole world. And of course, her reaction to his obvious erection was absolutely delicious. It was tempting to Palm at her perky ass once it was within reach, but Danny managed to control himself, instead holding possessively to her hip, his thumb on the bare skin above her skirt. “You’re definitely right about that,” he agreed, nuzzling a kiss into her hair. Her burst of amusement made him grin, completely unapologetic for the accusation of being a bad influence. “Am I, or am I just enabling a safe space to let you indulge in new things?” he mused, squeezing her hip. “And you can’t deny youve enjoyed every moment of this, baby. I bet someday soon you’ll be begging me to slip my hand up your skirt to play with you right there in a booth in Pop’s,” Danny predicted, nodding to the Uber as it pulled up. Once they confirmed it was their car, he helped Daisy inside, scooting in beside her, one wide hand landing on her thigh.

DAISY: Daisy shook her head teasingly, taking Danny's hand graciously as he helped her into the uber, closing the door soundly behind him before they drove off towards campus. "That was...hardly what I would typically consider a safe space to indulge in everything we just did... but you're right to the point that I can't deny how much I enjoyed it," Daisy admitted, her cheeks flushing as the memories of everything she'd just done in public came back to her. She turned and hid her face against Danny's chest. "Oh, I just can't wait until we're back at school. I need you so badly, Sir." His heavy palm squeezing at her thigh spurred her on, encouraging her fingers to drum reverently against his abs, which were prominently chiseled even under the sweater he was wearing.

DANNY: "The safe space doesn't necessarily mean just the venue - but the situation. I wouldn't have let anything happen to you that you didn't want," he promised, kissing her temple like he was sealing a promise. Danny chuckled and brought his free hand up to cup the back of her head, urging her beautiful face to look up at his. "What do you need so badly, baby girl?" he asked in a low murmur. The driver didn't even pay any mind, clearly used to the antics his passengers would get up to in the backseat of his car. "I want to hear you tell me, every single thing that's running through your beautiful head, every way you want me to make you scream," Danny urged, thumb teasing her bottom lip.

DAISY: Even not knowing Danny very well beyond his family name, the last hour or so had somehow more than convinced her that she was, indeed, safe with him. "I know that, Sir. I didn't mean to imply otherwise. I'm just not used to doing anything like that in public, regardless of how protective my partner is." She smiled at the kiss he bestowed on her head. "I felt safe with you, though. Make no mistake about that." Daisy bit at her lips when he probed her for details. She was used to having a chauffeur, so the fact that they were in an Uber didn't really phase her like the booth at Pop's did. "Well..." She started breathlessly. "...you're fully responsible for the mess I made of my panties, so...I'm imagining you picking me up and taking care of that the second we get into your place. However, you decide to do that is entirely up to you...but that's what I really need." When he thumbed her bottom lip, Daisy smiled and then sweetly parted her lips and took the digit between them, sucking at it sensually as she looked up at him innocently through her lashes, a slight, barely-there moan vibrating against his thumb as she salivated against it.

DANNY: The admittedly caveman part of him preened hearing that. It was a base instinct, to want to protect a submissive in his care - really any submissive, if he was honest, which could prove to be troublesome in the wrong situation. But, knowing Daisy felt safe with him even trying something so new, it was a stroke to the ego. Her breathless, musical voice dictating what she needed from him was another. Danny huffed a little laugh, watching her lush lips wrap around his thumb, the wet heat making his cock twitch hard in interest in his jeans. "Mm. Beautiful, you're a hopeful one, aren't you? You're not nearly desperate enough to earn an orgasm from me yet," he whispered, pressing his thumb lightly against her tongue, his eyes fixed on her face. "I want you writhing and whimpering, so far gone that you can't think of anything but me giving you permission for your pleasure. And when I do? Nothing is ever going to come close to making you feel so good again, except me," Danny promised with a confident smirk.

DAISY: Daisy's pretty eyes widened as she purred against Danny's thumb, sucking on it throughout the articulation of his agenda for the evening. Sucking at the digit properly, she popped off and wet her lips, scooting in even closer to kiss his neck while her free hand roamed down from his stomach to stroke over the very obvious hard-on running down his thigh, under his jeans. "I'm all for the idea of you getting me that worked up, Sir. I think you'll find that I'm nothing if not a good girl, so I'll do my utmost not to cum until you've got me exactly where you want me." She littered kisses up his neck and then across his jawline before setting her mouth gently against his once more. "Making me feel better than any man ever has before, or ever will is certainly a tall order, but..." She reached for his arm, which bulged under her touch, making her melt into another swoon. "...I think you might be the first man I've ever met who could really meet that challenge head-on and exceed it...and I'll do my part to ensure that I'm just as memorable by the time we're done, Sir. Trust me."

DANNY: As she shifted closer, practically climbing onto his lap, Danny slid his arm around her waist, one hand going to shamelessly cup her ass. A low, soft groan caught in his throat for those sweet kisses to his neck and the delicate hand groping his firm erection through his jeans. “I know you’ll be a good girl for me, Daisy,” he murmured back to her, fingers kneading the pert curve of her behind through her thin skirt. He smirked, flexing his bicep under her touch. “I have no doubt you’ll be plenty memorable, beautiful. In fact, I plan on making plenty of memories for us to reflect on,” Danny teased. Their car pulled to a stop, and he helped Daisy out, only to swing her up into his arms in a princess carry, holding her against his chest. “Sure I won’t break you, baby? You’re such a little thing,” he said with a smirk, easily making his way towards his room with the slip of a sub against his chest.

DAISY: Daisy gave a satisfied smirk at those deep, masculine groans she earned from her decision to stroke at his clothed erection, her desperation to taste him climbing by the second. "I'll hold you to that plan, Sir," Daisy assured him, somehow already knowing that after this, they'd be addicted to one another. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that she already was. She gasped and noticeably clenched her thighs together at the feeling of his arm hardening up like granite under her worshipful grasp. "God..." She moaned under her breath, endlessly grateful when she noticed the car stopping outside the residential building on campus. Getting out of the car, she honestly didn't trust herself to stand properly with how turned on she was. Luckily, Danny was there to quite literally sweep her off her feet. She hummed appreciatively, nuzzling against his broad strong chest as they made their way up to his suite. "I'm not sure, actually...but at this right, I might just want to be broken. Besides, you seem more than capable of putting me back together afterward."

DANNY: He made sure to keep his arm around the base of her thighs, not wanting to expose her to anyone they might pass considering how short her skirt was. That was for his eyes only right now, and god did he want a damn good look. Danny smirked, lifting her a bit higher in his arms. "Oh I am, trust me. Breaking gorgeous little subs like you is practically my favorite hobby, I've gotten very good at the aftermath." He let himself into his room, glad that he had left the door unlocked when he headed into town. After kicking the door shut behind them, he eased her to her feet, crowding her back against the door, trapping her between his thick arms. "Mm. I think you're still wearing too much, princess," he hummed, looking down and obviously at her still generous cleavage exposed by her shirt.

DAISY: It was funny. Danny said for her to trust him, and Daisy sincerely did. She craved everything he could give her. He was an obviously powerful man who could leave her in shambles after a particularly intense scene; both physically and emotionally, but looking into his kind, albeit lust-clouded eyes, Daisy was one thousand percent confident that she was in good hands, with a good Dominant - a good man, in general. "Sounds like you've got quite the resume to your name, Sir. I'm looking forward to helping you bolster it with another drawn-out, successful scene." She clung to him tightly as he hauled them into his suite, setting her down on her feet before crowding her against the closed door at once, overwhelming her with his intoxicating scent and size. She was dwarfed by him, but she wasn't shrinking in fear, she was bending willingly, graciously to his obvious authority. Her chest heaved and she smiled sheepishly up at him."You think so, Sir?" She asked, folding her arms under her tits to press them together and up teasingly, almost forcing them to spill out of her shirt. "You're more than welcome to do something about that..."

DANNY: The way she looked up at him made him smirk, his larger form hovering over hers. She was looking up at him like he held the answer to all of her problems, or was the source of all of her fantasies. Both of which he was perfectly okay with, if he was honest. Danny smirked wider when she asked him so coyly, pressing those delicious tits up to make them look even more luscious. "You're really looking for a spanking, aren't you, beautiful?" he asked, amused and lusty all at once. He slammed his mouth down on hers, hands moving to strip her tiny shirt off of her, only breaking the kiss to pull it over her head and toss to the side. Danny groaned in appreciation, wrapping his wide hands around her tiny waist to haul her up against his body. "Definitely gonna need to fuck those perfect tits of yours too, baby, shit," he growled, undoing her bra with one hand to rid her of that as well, leaving her in just her miniskirt, mostly naked and wonderfully vulnerable for him.

DAISY: Daisy couldn't help mirroring Danny's smirk. She knew exactly what she doing, and while she was likely to suffer a sharp spanking or five for it later, she knew how to toe the line so that their scene remained light-hearted, fun, and positive. "Very perceptive, Sir." Her slight teasing seemed to do the trick and got the ball rolling. In a split second, Danny crashed his lips possessively against Daisy's, and she instantly melted against him. Their tongue lapped at each other passionately, all while Danny worked to squeeze her out of her tight top. They stopped kissing only for the necessary interim to get the shirt up and over Daisy's head. Once it was discarded, they lunged for each other again. She smirked into the kiss, sighing openly when one powerful hand seemed to encircle her tiny waist, sweeping her up and into his powerful arms. She arched back, thrusting her tits up just under Danny's face as her ankles hooked each other around his waist. "Please... Please do, Sir. That's what they're there for." She encouraged breathlessly, practically purring when he expertly undid and removed her bra in one foul sweep. "I'm yours, Sir." She stated confidently, her fingers dancing up his jawline and down to rest against his hard chest. "Do with me what you will. Please."

DANNY: Gone was the shy girl - relatively shy, anyway - he'd run into at Pop's. Now, he had a wanton little vixen in his arms, hungry for anything he could give her and grateful for his attention. Danny couldn't resist leaning down to bite at the curve of her offered breast, one hand digging firmly into her ass, her miniskirt more like a belt at this point. "You know, I think I just might, baby..." He carried her into his room and tossed her onto his bed easily, all but ripping off her skirt to leave her naked and flushed on his bed. After kicking off his shoes, he crawled on top of her, still fully dressed, once again trapping her under his big body. One hand slid between her thighs, to the sopping folds of her cunt, a thick finger easily pushing into her slick entrance. "God, you are dripping, sweetheart... you sure you can keep from losing it until I say so?" he asked, fingering her slowly, his erection rubbing against her thigh in slow flexes of his hips.

DAISY: She hissed as his teeth sunk teasingly into the skin of her supple chest, her back arching in direct response to the rough way he handled her ass. Daisy had no shame about the fact that she loved being manhandled, and Danny fit the bill perfectly for all of that. She wrapped her arms around his back and kissed his neck all the way through his suite, to his bedroom where she was unceremoniously deposited onto his bed. She aided in the removal of her skirt, even though Danny more-or-less had that covered with the way he practically ripped it clean off her body. Her heels fell to the side of the bed, leaving her completely naked and flushed, ready for Danny to do literally whatever he wanted. She smiled devilishly up at him and thrilled when he moved down to hover over her, pinning her, really, under the magnificent weight of his huge physique. She gasped and whimpered pathetically when his thick digits maneuvered through her folds, prompting her legs to spread obediently under his touch. She arched and preened, only to nod in earnest. "Pleasing you is far more important than my own pleasure, Sir," Daisy whispered hotly against his lips. "I'll be just fine..." She whined and reached between them, groping at the obvious hard-on under his jeans. "Aren't you uncomfortable, Sir? I'd be more than happy to help you with that if you'd like." She offered sweetly, her hips rocking against his fingers, seeking every ounce of attention he paid her.

DANNY: He smirked against her mouth as she insisted she could be good. Danny had every belief that she would do her best - but he also wanted to see how far he could push her before she broke. Having a screaming, whimpering, sobbing Daisy pinned to his bed sounded like the best thing he could think of in the moment. He groaned when she groped at him again, his cock throbbing inside of his jeans. Of course, the clutch of her body around his fingers didn’t help his resolve, thinking of how tight and hot she would feel when he fucked her. Leaning down, he kissed her hard, flicking his thumb over her clit firmly. “You say that like I didn’t know you’ve been aching to get my cock in your mouth since we left Pop’s, beautiful,” he rumbled, teasing her clit again with another swipe of his thumb. ‘You just have to tell me how bad you need to choke on my dick, princess. I’m a reasonable man, I won’t deny a gorgeous girl the chance to get her mouth fucked,” he purred, needing to gain back the upper hand and have her flustered and wanton again. He kept rubbing slow circles on her clit, finger crooking deep inside of her with each movement of his wrist.

DAISY: Daisy giggled against his lip, closing her dainty fingers around the clothed girth of his member as they writhed against each other. "So it would be beneficial to me too, I'll admit that much...but my priority is making you comfortable, Sir - and really, these tight jeans around those beefy legs combined with how hard you are just can't be comfortable. I really do insist you let me help you..." Daisy moaned sweetly against Danny's lips, kissing him desperately as her free hand wandered over his shoulders to splay across his back. She hitched and preened into his touch, gasping desperately against his mouth when he pointedly started to work over her clit, which prompted another wave of wetness to drench her inner thighs and his fingers. "How...g-generous of you, Sir." Daisy managed through her gasps, her hands now squeezing desperately at Danny's arms as pleasure wracked through her curvaceous form. The intentional, deliberate pace at which he worked her core over was maddening, but beyond her own pleasure, she really, desperately need to taste him. "May I please taste your cock, Sir? I could suck it...or you could simply pin me down and fuck my throat...anything, I just need that big, thick alpha-cock in my slutty little mouth, Daddy. Please?" She whined sweetly, her tits sandwiched between them hitting her chin as she writhed under the built Dominant.

DANNY: Danny had to huff a laugh as she reasoned her way through her thinking. She wasn’t wrong though, it was getting uncomfortable. “You’ll find out my legs are good for much more than just filling out a pair of jeans before too long,” he rumbled back to her. He loved how desperate she sounded, her nails scratching over his back and her gasps and moans musical in the heavy air around them. And then, she obeyed, her adorably whiny voice giving him free reign to take her mouth however he wanted and calling him Daddy… well fuck. Danny took her mouth in another claiming kiss, tongue pushing past her lips like he knew his cock would be doing soon. He was panting by the time he leaned up again, easing his finger from inside of her and meeting her gaze as he sucked it clean. “Turn over on your stomach, princess,” he ordered, getting to his feet and unzipping his jeans, finally easing his thick cock from the confines of his pants. “Up on your elbows.” He stepped up to the side of the bed, waiting for her to get in position before tapping his cock against her lips. His free hand went to gather her hair in a ponytail, holding it in a firm grip. “Open your mouth for Daddy, princess,” Danny growled, loving the sight of her desperate eyes, and her pert little ass splayed out on his bed.

DAISY: She raised her brow in teasing curiosity when he suggested what his powerful legs might be good for. Fantasies of him holding her up while he fucked her senselessly flooded her mind and added to the heat her cunt was pouring out against Danny's talented fingers. "L-Looking forward to it, Sir." She managed before completely melting under him, nails raking down his wide, flexing back, which she could feel even over the (annoyingly present) material of his sweater. Her lips parted under his authority, their tongues meeting hungrily in the middle as they made out for a good few minutes, leaving them wrapped up and breathless for each other once more. She gasped at the absence of his finger, only to sigh dreamily as she watched him suck the digit clean. "Do I taste good, Daddy?" She asked innocently, but before she could get an answer, he was standing up and ordering her into a new position. Daisy complied happily, sprawling out on her stomach to hoist herself up on her elbows just in time for him to walk around and meet her head-on, this time with his jeans and underwear discarded and his throbbing, thick cock proudly on display right in her face. She flushed and her mouth parted at Danny's firm command, moaning happily when he tugged her red hair up into a makeshift ponytail. She looked up at him, rather than his cock, basking in how glorious he looked standing over her like that. Her tongue fell from her lips like the little slut she was as she moaned and whined for what she had to believe was next. "Please, Daddy... Use my mouth. Let me worship that big, thick cock as it deserves."

DANNY: He tugged her hair lightly, pushing her head back just a little bit more to look down at the flushed beauty under him. “Yes, princess, you taste amazing… you’ll have to tell me if I taste just as good,” he told her with a smirk. Holding her hair tightly, he pushed his length past her parted lips, groaning deep in his throat. Danny couldn’t look away from the sight of his thick member between her lips, her bright eyes looking up at him and looking every inch like the needy little slut he knew she was. “You look so good with a dick in your mouth, baby, like the hungry bitch you are,” he crooned raggedly, slowly flexing his hips, pushing his length further into her mouth with each thrust forward.

DAISY: Daisy hummed in agreement, wordlessly promising to let him know how much she loves the taste of him with her tongue hanging forth, pleading for said taste as if it were her last chance for it. Finally, Danny thrust forward, allowing Daisy to take his massive cock through the hot seam of her plush lips. She moaned as he filled her mouth up, eyes rolling back briefly with pleasure before settling back up at Danny's handsome face. "Mmhm." Daisy agreed through her moans, hollowing out her cheeks in an effort to suck against his dick, pulling all his blood south as it somehow got even bigger inside her mouth. Soon, the head was hitting the back of her throat and Daisy choked beautifully but stayed where she was, salivating eagerly, urging him to use her face however he wanted now that he was practically fully sheathed inside the wet heat of her moaning mouth.

DANNY: There was nothing better than a little slip of a sub clearly enjoying themselves while he fucked their mouths. Though the sight of her mouth stretched around his length was delicious, he also couldn’t help but glance back to her bare ass, thinking it was entirely too pale and untouched for his taste. Danny relished the sound of her choking, but she didn’t pull back. “Good girl,” he crooned, free hand cupping her cheek briefly. Danny gave her a few more thrusts, starting to really properly fuck her clearly inviting mouth. Without warning, he leaned forward over her, reaching with his free hand to lay a firm slap on her ass, his handprint outlined in faint red on one pristine cheek. “Fuck, that looks good,” he breathed, straightening up again, his hips moving faster now, balls lightly slapping her chin when he thrust in.

DAISY: She preened at his praise, sucking dutifully around his shaft in an effort to earn some more, only to let out a surprised yet all-too-delighted yelp when his strong hand came down hard against her thick, curvy ass. Her complexion was pale, so the mark Danny left behind had to be obvious. Daisy moaned encouragingly, bobbing and moaning over Danny's cock while she arched her back to prop her ass up invitingly. Her head jerked back and forth almost violently as she struggled to keep her lips closed around Danny's dick, the harder he fucked her face. The result was messy but very, very hot - drool mingled with pre-come ran down her chin, and her eyes teared up, all while looking up at Danny with unmistakable desire as he pummeled the back of her throat relentlessly. Boldly, Daisy reached out and gripped at Danny's meaty thighs, urging him forward every time his hips canted that way, her nails raking down the solid muscle of his quads as she took everything he had to give her like a pro.

DANNY: She was such a gorgeous mess. Her ass popped up like she was hoping for another spank on those round cheeks. Her eyes wet and wide, previously perfect eyeliner beginning to smudge. Drool and pre-cum dripping thickly down her chin. Everything about it was incredibly hot, and it made his thick cock twitch where it was, deep in her throat. His hand instinctively tightened on her hair when he felt her hands on his thighs, grabbing at the firm muscles. “Fuck!” The scratch of her nails forced another spurt of pre-cum from his cock, and he tugged on her ponytail. “Not rough enough for you, princess?” He asked in a ragged groan, leaning forward again to pop two more heavy spanks on her ass, his cock forced deep into her mouth as he did so. Danny knew he was going to finish in her mouth first, to see what a mess he could make out of that beautiful face, but she hadn’t quite earned his load yet. “I bet that pussy of yours is soaking my sheets, isn’t it baby? Getting off on getting your mouth fucked like a good whore? If I don’t see a wet spot, it won’t just be your ass getting spanked,” Danny warned with a smirk, his thighs starting to shake as his peak drew closer.

DAISY: Every move he made informed the next one she did, and then he'd respond to that and the cycle continued in a delicious spiral that kept them both impossibly turned on. Daisy's hands groped desperately at Danny's thighs, shaking her head as much as she could with a mouthful of leaking cock. She wasn't sure it'd ever be enough, but she was daring him without a word to prove her wrong. She moaned at the taste of his arousal on her tongue, lapping at his head desperately, yelping and squealing against the underside of his dick when he railed out a few more, much harder spankings against her ass. The motion forced his cock deep to the back of her throat, making her choke and gag on him like she knew he probably wanted. Daisy smirked at his question and rolled slightly to the side so that he could see the embarrassingly prominent wet spot on his otherwise clean sheet. After everything they'd already done, her pussy was in dire need of some attention, and if that came in the form of some spanking, she'd only beg for more and more and more. She popped off his cock, licking at it hungrily before speaking in ragged pants. "I'm so wet for you, Daddy...looking up at you, watching and feeling you use me like this...it's just...God, it's everything." Her hand roamed up from his thigh, sneaking under his sweater to rake up those gorgeous abs that were still concealed from her. She whined out her desperation, going right back to his cock, working overtime to draw forth the first of hopefully many orgasms she'd get to taste that night.

DANNY: He never would have thought the delicate little Daisy Blossom would ever like something so ‘undignified’ as a blowjob - let alone be ass up and wordlessly begging for him to fuck her throat harder. It was a delicious surprise, and one he intended on continuing to indulge in. She sounded so hot, choking on his dick like that and gagging and just leaning in for more. Danny laughed lustily when she shifted to show off just how soaked his bed was under her leaking cunt. He tugged on her hair, looking down at her mess of a face as her pretty voice mewled so sweetly at him. “Everything, huh? Such a needy little whore,” he crooned. Danny flexed his abs under her touch, moaning low when she slid her mouth back onto his cock. “Fuck, that’s it, princess… just like that, swallow it for Daddy,” he grunted, finally feeling the roar of his pleasure come to a head. He groaned loudly as his cock twitched and shot in her mouth, both hands going to grip her hair, holding her head in place to force her to swallow down his thick load.

DAISY: Daisy squeaked delightedly, moaning deep and long against his cock as the built, alpha male tugged at her red hair and spat such teasing cruelty at her. There was, of course, a note of ironic affection in the way he called her a 'needy whore', and the deep tone of voice he employed when he said it only prompted yet another drowning wave of pleasure through Daisy's petite body. Her eyes rolled back at the feeling of his perfectly sculpted abs, still concealed by his sweater, flexed purposefully under her groping, desperate palm. He was so strong and capable. A real man in every traditional sense of the phrase and it drove her absolutely crazy with desire. Her teary eyes were wide and oh-so innocent looking up at him, a sheer, almost comical contrast to the filthy, crude behavior she was exhibiting, swallowing around and slobbering over his cock as he thrust forward and back, using her mouth to draw out his orgasm. When he came, it was nothing short of beautiful. Instinct told Daisy to close her eyes when his load started to fill and even over-flow her mouth, but she kept them open, needing more than anything to commit the visual of Danny cumming because of her and her alone to memory. He looked incredible, his handsome face contorted in pleasure, his built, broad chest heaving under his sweater, those arms bulging at the seams as he anchored her with brute force to the base of his cock, depositing every last drop of his arousal down her throat. Daisy moaned gratefully through it all and tried to ignore the wet puddle of her own arousal she was currently laying in. Her nails raked at Danny's abs under his sweater, first with encouraging harshness, then simmering down to a soothing caress as she watched the intensity of Danny's orgasm peacefully subside.

DANNY: The way she kept her eyes open, looking up at him as he flooded her mouth with his thick release, was everything. She was such a hungry bitch for anything he could dish out, which just added fuel to the already raging fire under his skin telling him to absolutely ruin the beautiful redhead dripping all over his bed. Danny panted raggedly as the intense pleasure subsided, his fingers loosening in her hair to rub soothingly over her scalp. His cock, though it had softened a bit, was still fairly firm as he pulled out of her mouth, leaving those swollen lips parted and slick with her saliva. "Good girl, princess, you didn't spill a drop," he rasped out. Stretching lazily, he finally shucked off his sweater to leave him just as naked as she was. A playful smirk was the only warning she got before he was leaning over, tossing her easily further up onto the bed and onto her back, once again pinning her wriggling, petite frame under his bulky body. "Now princess, the only way you're going to cum is on my cock, understood? But I think your ass could use with some color. If you cum while I'm spanking you, your pussy is going to regret it," he warned, propping himself on one elbow, his other hand going to drag teasingly through her sopping cunt, one fingertip rubbing barely there circles on her clit just to see her squirm under him. "Think you can hold out for me until I have my cock inside this hot little hole of yours?"

DAISY: She settled sweetly under the shadow of his spent cock, watching with utter reverence as he gratified her service by removing his sweater, revealing that perfectly chiseled body she'd been drooling over since earlier that afternoon - and even before that, having seen him sauntering around campus. "God, Daddy..." She purred, batting her lashes up at him before she was effortlessly lifted and thrown higher up on the bed to accommodate him. She squealed and reached for him, her nails finding the expanse of his back and raking down his tanned skin, marking her territory in a way - even if she had no right to do so. A moan fell from plush, abused lips when the weight of his physique settled down on her, pinning her writhing little body perfectly under him, where she, at that moment, knew she belonged. She mouthed desperately at his neck as he spoke, mumbling out her understanding against his skin, the sounds she made hitching a little when he warned her about the treatment he'd show her cunt if she failed to meet his challenge. One hand glided across his chest and he sat up. She threw her head back and whimpered when he played her obvious arousal, directly against that bundle of nerves, driving her intentionally out of her mind with need. Her supple thighs shook with the effort to restrain herself, and the nails on her other hand dug into his solid back in beautiful retaliation. "I'll... I'll do my best, Sir. I promise I will, but...I don't think I've ever been this turned on, either. You're..." She giggled breathlessly, her lashes fluttering as she met his gaze. "...just too good."

DANNY: Her appreciative purr was unnecessary but all the same appreciated - he would have to be blind to not see how she was drooling over him since the moment she set eyes on him. Danny chuckled low at the squeal, a rumbling groan curling in his throat when perfect nails raked down his back. As much as he loved giving pain, he didn’t mind receiving some itself. Rough sex was the best kind of sex, and showing off bite marks and nail scrapes was one of his favorite outcomes. The way she latched onto his neck, like tasting his skin was the only thing she wanted in that moment, was a boost to his ego, heat already starting to simmer under his skin again. Smirking, he teased her clit gently, enjoying how she squirmed and whimpered under him. “Don’t think my incredible prowess in driving you out of your mind is an excuse you can use if you finish without permission, baby girl,” he teased in a playful but dark tone. His eyes on hers, he lifted his hand to his mouth, licking his wet finger clean deliberately. Then he was shifting to sit on the edge of the bed, thick thighs spread wide in invitation. “Get that pretty little ass over here, princess. I’m hoping to make it as red as your hair,” Danny teased, tugging at her long, loose hair.

DAISY: “Oh, I don’t, Daddy. Nothing excuses misbehavior, no matter how valid the reason is.” She turned onto her side, the gentle curves of her voluptuous frame opposite his as she took a fleeting moment to drink him in in all his glory as he sucked her juices right off his talented finger. Her face flushed at that. God, he was a wet dream come true. If she were in any place to make requests, she’d ask to experience what he could do with that tongue - but she wasn’t naive enough to assume that wasn’t in store for her in the future, if not this particular session. For now, she just wanted to focus on solidifying a second round by making the first as memorable as possible. Her eyes followed him as he sat up, somehow towering intimidatingly over her even on his knees. Those big, bulging legs spread to accommodate her form and as if she needed any further motivation, the tug on her hair had her instantly melting into position. Getting up on her own knees, she backed up and settled between Danny’s legs, leaning forward so that her king red hair fell to the side, exposing her alabaster back which led to a nice, well formed ass, the cheeks quivering slightly in his lap in time with the shaking of her own thighs. Her cunt gushed with need at being called ‘princess’ and ‘baby girl’ and casting an adoring gaze over her shoulder, Daisy was affronted by how unrealistically handsome he looked, poised in all his dominance behind her. “Do your worst, Sir. Please.”

DANNY: Her curves were nothing short of luscious, and Danny knew he wouldn’t even come close to satisfied with his time with Daisy until he’d felt every way her gorgeous body could fit against his own. Perfectly pale skin, topped with points of red and pink in her obvious arousal, she was something out of a museum almost, a pristine study in the female form. And he had her wet, begging and draped over his lap, hungry for whatever exquisite torture he wanted to mete out on her perfect body. Danny combed his fingers through her hair, following the line of her spine to the dip between her plump cheeks. “You might regret asking that, little one,” he teased, his wide palm managing to cup one pert swell of her ass in a possessive grip. Danny indulged in running his hands over her smooth, warm skin, the slick evidence of her need dripping down his thigh. He laid one hand on her lower back, holding her in place, before laying the first firm slap over her far too unblemished ass. Danny groaned happily, watching the firm muscle jiggle and redden in response. Another blow fell on her other cheek, matching splashes of color decorating her pale skin. “Every inch of you is so fucking delicious,” he hummed, starting a slow rhythm, taking his time to watch the result of his work on Daisy’s eager form.

DAISY: “Doubtful.” Daisy responded cheekily, her voice tapering out in a pleased little hum when she felt his hand grip at her ass roughly. That was enough to make her melt, on top of everything else. “God, I’m yours, Daddy…” she arched her back slightly, casting a lustful gaze at him over her pale, smooth shoulder, shaking her ass subtly under his touch as a means to entice him further. Every note of possession made her that much wetter, her juices leaking out against the sculpted ripples in Danny’s quads. She was stilled by his firm touch, only to yelp in delighted surprise when his other palm came down powerfully against her ass. “Oh! Daddy, mmf…m-more, please!” Her pleas were met and then some, forcing her to fist at the cotton bedspread, her ass quickly reddening under every last blow Danny dealt. “Is that right? You’re welcome to taste any bit of me you’d like… I think your tongue would feel incredible against my skin… assuming you’ll allow me to repay the favor, of course.”

DANNY: Her begging and the way she clutched at the bed under her just made him chuckle, his need to be properly inside her starting to flame bright again. But - she was still far too articulate, which he would have to change. He didn't pause in his rhythm of slaps against her quickly reddening behind, though he peppered blows lower, decorating the backs of her thighs as well. "I think that could be arranged, princess. I have every intention on tasting each inch of your skin in time, and I can only imagine the noises you would make riding my face. Just more ideas for next time you're naked in my arms," he teased in a low growl. Danny shifted her on his lap, pulling her back so her outside leg fell to the floor, her wet core pressing directly against his firm thigh now. "You can rub against me, little one, but remember your pussy will pay the price if you cum," he warned, laying a particularly sharp slap to the crease where ass met thigh.

DAISY: Every time the stinging from Danny's sharp, deliberate spanks started to settle, it flared up all over again with another smack. Daisy clenched her eyes and instinctively, her body jerked away in anticipation of each swat, but her moans and delighted squeals betrayed her physical instinct because the truth was - she adored the pain. The knowledge of what her pale little ass must look like now only turned her on more, as did the devilish visuals Danny articulated. "I'll...aah t-take that as a promise of a n-next time, Daddy." She managed happily, biting at her bottom lip as she looked back at him. "And I'll hold you to it." Daisy hummed and went limp as Danny manhandled her so that her drenched cunt was practically groping at his muscled thigh. "Thank you, Sir." Daisy managed breathlessly, shakily drawing herself up on her elbows so that her tits hung free as she dry-humped the man's leg like a little bitch in heat. "God...the muscles in your thighs are so hard...s-so strong, Sir...oh my God, I...I don't think I've ever been this wet!" She yelped and her juices flowed freely in direct response to that extra sharp spank dealt to her lower ass. "Fuck!" She cursed, her scream settling into a content little hum as the pain fizzled across her reddened, silk smooth skin. (edited)

DANNY: He met her gaze and smirked. Though it was obvious she was interested and really it was at his whim, Danny couldn't help but preen a little every time she brought up 'next time.' He had a feeling she would be eager about it, offering her time freely, which he loved. Maybe it was fucked up of him, but having a pretty, eager little thing desperate for his time was just the biggest turn on in his book. His free hand slid up her back and around to grasp one swinging breast firmly just as another slap came down on her ass. "I did promise you I would blow your mind like no one had before, didn't I?" he pointed out after her delicious little scream. His fingers massaged her tit roughly, the blows to her ass getting a bit sharper in her response to the more intense pain. "Is your wet little hole ready for my cock yet, baby?" he asked, the length in question starting to plump up again, pressing into her lower stomach.

DAISY: Daisy gasped, bracing herself on one hand, she used the other one to press back at Danny's against her breast, egging him on, wordlessly begging for him to grope at her body as roughly as he could since words were evidently failing her by this point. All she could really manage to do was moan and scream and rut pathetically against Danny's entire thigh. "You...y-you did." Daisy agreed; he was clearly a man of his word and a man of action, which she appreciated beyond articulation. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Daddy - please use my little pussy. I n-need you." She was sobbing at this point, tears welling up, spilling down her cheeks as she looked back at Danny pleadingly. "P-Pick me up, throw me down, and just...fuck me. Please, please, I-I c-can't keep going like this." Daisy whimpered, eyes dipping to Danny's chest which glistened enticingly with sweat, his arm bulging as it drew back and swatted at her ass again. Daisy was roused out of her mind, far beyond any ability to maintain some level of ladylike composure - she'd been thoroughly reduced to a shameless slut who couldn't think of anything beyond the absolute hunk of a Dominant with an alpha-cock and body to match.

DANNY: There she was. Danny felt his cock swell further as she looked over her shoulder, whimpering and crying out wordlessly in her intense arousal, and the tears dripping down her flushed cheeks were exactly what he wanted to see. His grip on her chest tightened for a moment, an attempt to try and control himself so he wouldn't hurt her in his erotic fervor. She was his exact fantasy right now though, makeup running down her cheeks, a prim and proper sweetheart brought beyond words and airs and only thinking of how to get his cock in her drenched cunt. Danny wrapped his hands around her tiny waist, easily tossing her back up onto the bed on her back, pouncing over her and forcing his thick body between her thighs. His stiff prick slid between her soaked lips, a brief tease for the both of them, and he let out a guttural groan when he finally sank into her. She was perfectly tight and hot around him, like her body had been made to take his cock and nothing else. Bracing himself on his hands on either side of her shoulders, Danny rolled his hips in powerful thrusts, letting the shaking beauty under him feel every inch as he filled her to the brim. "Hold on to me, princess," he grunted out, forcing her thighs wider with his knees so he had room to fuck her like he wanted to.

DAISY: Daisy was sincerely concerned about her ability to hold out. Luckily, it seemed as though she'd said just enough, because before she could warn him that she was about to break, he distracted her just enough by the sudden manhandling - flipping her over onto her back, her gorgeously abused tits falling forward under her chin with the urgency at which he threw her down. She managed one fleeting, victorious smile through her tears before Danny braced himself over her curvaceous, arched body, cutting her off from the rest of the room so that all she could see was tan and sculpted and masculine perfection. "Oh...Daddy..." Daisy moaned gratefully, thrusting up against his rigid member as it slid through the wet, roused canal of her cunt. The tease was thankfully short-lived because seconds later, she was blissed out and writhing in pleasure as Danny's cock filled her pussy as much as it could, given his girth. Daisy's eyes fluttered as she gazed up at the Dominant, truly blown away by how handsome and powerful he looked, taking her from such an angle. Her little body jolted forward with Danny's thrusts, so with his order, she reached up and around Danny's rippling broad back and clung to him, reveling in the way his taut, muscled skin flexed under her desperate, smooth palms. Her nails raked down his skin and she held on tight, her legs spreading at his insistence to accommodate him fully. "Harder, stud... Oh my God, just...r-ruin me, please!" Daisy sobbed out in desperation, lifting her head weekly, seeking out his mouth with her own plush lips parted in anticipation for a passionate kiss if he allowed it.

DANNY: "I've got you, baby," he purred low, his eyes fixed on the vision below him. Daisy felt so small in his hands, so perfectly delicate and breakable, and yet she met his thrusts as if she couldn't get enough of his cock inside of her clutching heat. He could only imagine the picture they made together, matching red hair, tan skin engulfing pale, her sweet, sobbing whimpers mixed with his rumbling groans. The bite of her nails on his skin brought a hiss to his lips, forcing his hips just a little harder into her petite body. "Your wish, in this case, is my command, little one," he growled back to her. Danny took a moment, his cock still buried inside of her as he sat up slightly, throwing her legs up to rest against his shoulders. He all but folded her in half when he leaned down again, claiming her mouth just as viscously as he was the rest of her body. His thick thighs flexed hard, powering his thrusts, his hips slapping loudly against hers in the otherwise relative quiet of his room. She felt like the most sinful kind of heaven, warm and wet around him, soft and precious under him, and Danny ached to break her in the best way.

DAISY: Despite the heat and intensity, there was a moment of softness that came with the reassurance that fell huskily from his lips. Daisy's cheeks flushed and she smiled softly up at him, knowing at that moment, even if she didn't have weeks or months of time to back up her thoughts - there was hardly a safer place on the planet than being wrapped up in Danny's strong arms. "I know." She said sweetly, reverence wavering in her brown eyes before the intimacy gave way to unadulterated passion. She purred and clutched at his back greedily when those powerful hips came snapping forward, bottoming out inside her wet cunt. Her lips parted hungrily, watching as he shifted and sat up, that massively muscular body looming over her impressively until he was bent over her again, having anchored her body to the base hid cock, her legs draped up over his shoulder - a pure, showcase of flexibility. She giggled at his allowance, and leaned forward, kissing him back with tongue and heat and passion. Luckily, he dominated the kiss because she could hardly keep up with the moans his thrusts provoked. The bedroom was filled with the sound of his hard, solid body making quick work of her petite frame, pounding into it effortlessly so that she was basically a limp, boneless fuck-doll in his strong arms, save for the way she gripped and clawed at his back. "Oh, fuck m-me, Daddy! O-Oh my, God...you're...so...strong." Daisy was out of her mind with arousal, her release mounting with every powerful thrust Danny pounded up into her. "You...you're going to make me cum, Daddy. Please, please, may I cum!?"

DANNY: He could feel how limp she was, her body his to toss around and own at his whim, and he would never get over how powerful that felt, to have a submissive completely and utterly owned by him. The praise of his strength did exactly what she aimed for, prompting Danny to show off even more, his muscles flexing and clenching with every powerful snap of his hips. Her sweet begging wrung a groan from the Dom, and he slid one hand under her, gripping at her throbbing ass with one wide palm and lifting her to help him drive even further into her cunt. “Yes, baby, cum on my cock - want to feel you,” he growled, ducking his head to bite at one rosy, perked nipple, his body never pausing in his thrusts.

DAISY: That deep-toned groan vibrating into their kiss has Daisy purring against him, their tongues lashing at each other wildly in the space between their panting mouths. Her body belonged completely to the Dominant and she’d never been happier to surrender any and all control. All she had to do was hold on for dear life and kiss him in gratitude for the way he was handling her. While he’d teased her for what felt like forever, at the end, he’d come through and met all of her pleas and exceeded her expectations at every turn. In short, Daisy Blossom was addicted. She just hope that was a mutual sentiment because the thought of not having him again and again was torturous in itself. She yelped into his mouth when his palm gripped at her throughly abused ass, but melted and squealed happily when she realized he was simply seeking the leverage to lift and drop her fully onto his member, sending her straight through the supposed curling of pleasure, taking her to heights she never imagined possible. His permission was all she needed to topple over the edge. Her supple, petite frame trembled and quaked in Danny’s strong grasp as she came hard on his cock. She screamed and sobbed through it all until her voice was raspy and hoarse against Danny’s neck. One of her hands had found it’s way into his red hair, gripping at him insistently to keep his mouth pinned to her tit as she came in waves on him and him alone. Finally her body settled and melted in his grasp, leaving her without the ability to do anything but suck lazy hickeys against his neck, her hands running soothingly down the muscles expanse of his flexed back.

DANNY: Her little sounds were like music, the erotic symphony filling his mind of nothing but her. And it only got better when she obviously fell over the edge he’d kept her teetering on for as long as he could manage. Her pretty screams added fuel to his fire, and Danny grunted against her chest for how tight her body clutched around his throbbing cock. She felt incredible, squeezing around his thick member, her whole body clinging to his like she never wanted to be parted from him. As hungry as he was to keep pounding into her, Danny eased his pace, licking over her breast and the mark he’d bitten into the pale, perfect curve. His length was still stiff inside of her, but he kissed up the length of her throat, pressing his mouth to hers in a lush, hungry kiss. “Good girl, princess,” he purred, his hips rocking in gentle thrusts now, enough to keep her from completely relaxing just yet. “Look so pretty when you’re all stupid from my cock,” Danny teased, kissing her nose.

DAISY: Though her body relaxed and went weak out of necessity, Daisy was nowhere near finished, especially since Danny hadn't even cum inside of her yet. Still, she appreciated the way he expertly relented so that she could ride out the waves of her well-earned reward. Leaning back, she hazily watched as he licked worshipfully at the swell of her large breast, soothing over the love bite he'd left behind on her otherwise perfectly smooth skin. She hummed sweetly as those lips moved up her chest, the column of her neck, and finally to her mouth, which was the one part of her she could still muster the energy to move in tandem with Danny's, kissing him back just as desperately. Their tongues lapped at each other for a few, restful moments until they parted for air, leaving Daisy to settle and squirm deliberately on his cock, humming in a hitched, submissive little voice as he started to fuck up into her once more. A lopsided grin pulled at her swollen lips and she batted her lashes sweetly. "I never thought I'd take the notion of stupidity as a compliment, but in this case, it feels like a privilege...and a badge of honor that I'm all too proud to wear, Sir. Anyone would be lucky to be in my position right now..." She mused romantically, leaning in to kiss him once more. "I hope you aren't done with me, though...I don't want to give in to exhaustion until your cum is leaking out of my cunt, Daddy. I need a real man's load." She added hotly against his ear, her hand retracting from his hair to smooth down his muscled pec, squeezing him worshipfully there. "You're still rock hard in me...so I know you've got plenty to give. Please, don't hold back because you think you'll break me - especially given how badly I want to be broken."

DANNY: He chuckled at her confirmation that she took the comment as he meant it. Danny wouldn’t lie that the concept of having a cock hungry bimbo wearing his collar was one of his dreams. Daisy seemed to fit the bill nicely so far - it just made him wonder how far he could push her into this mindset when she liked so much to be in that delicate control she’d exuded at Pop’s. “You’re right, they would be. But only you’re here, princess. You’re the only one on my mind,” he hummed to her, puffing his chest out under her touch. Danny smirked, flexing his hips in a dirty grind just to watch her squirm under the attention. “You gonna cum on my cock again, baby girl?” He asked in a low rasp. He sat up a little, this time taking one leg in each hand to keep her thighs spread wide, looking down at her with a smirk. It was exquisite to watch her body react, to see her tits bounce with each thrust and to watch the pleasure flit across her beautiful face. And he could feel her eyes on him watching the flex of his abs as his hips rolled, the pump of his biceps from where he was holding her legs up. Maybe he was showing off a little, but he couldn’t be blamed, right?

DAISY: Daisy almost hated the way her heart fluttered at Danny's words. It was conceivable and wildly inappropriate of her to be feeling butterflies over someone after one single scene - but then again, no one had the kind of effect Danny had on her, at least not as instantaneously. She thrilled at the way his broad chest swelled proudly under her reverent palm. Those pecs deserved an hour's worth of worship on their own, and he had to know it. "That's flattering, Daddy...although I'd imagine it'd be relatively difficult to think of anyone else while I'm impaled on your cock. I'll ask if that attention holds once we're both exhausted." She promised softly, preening against his continued, slightly amped-up grinding as he gradually started to work her up once more. Her nails dug into the solid muscle of his chest, faint red lines littering the tan slabs in her fingers' wake. "If you let me, Daddy." She responded breathlessly, knowing he'd like her to remember that orgasms for her were on his terms, alone. She settled under him, watching him sit up and position his body squarely between her legs. God, he was a vision. The sight of that handsome smirk, the chiseled jaw, and his perfectly built body all framed by her well-formed legs was like erotic art. She moaned and sighed, squealed and purred as his cock started to pound into her damp heat once more, her tits flailing in all their glory with each powerful thrust. She couldn't take her eyes off him, and he had to know it too. "You're such a tease, Daddy..." Daisy commented between pants, reaching out to stroke her fingers down his abs, her cunt drenching at the feel and sight of them flexing under her fingers, alone. She noted the tightened grip on her legs and the way his thick arms bulged in response and practically swooned. "You're...unreal, I swear." She admitted easily, bringing her free hand to one of her tits, groping at it in an effort to show off a little for him, as well.

DANNY: Her comment made him chuckle and lean down to kiss her nose. “That’s a good point, but I’m sure it’ll hold true later too,” Danny hummed. The drag of her nails on his pec brought a hiss of pleasure from his parted lips, eyes dark and heavy lidded as he looked down at her. “I want you to, princess. Whenever you need to. You felt damn good cumming on my dick,” he growled, thumbs rubbing along her thighs. Her reactions were perfect, pretty little screams and moans for him, topped by lush lips parted in ecstasy and those goddamn perfect tits undulating in rhythm. Danny laughed breathlessly at that, flexing again under her touch. He licked his lips, watching perfectly manicured nails tugging and squeezing at her tits. “You’re one to talk, baby girl, playing with your tits like that,” he growled, snapping his hips forward in a deep thrust he knew would make her squeal. “Wear something low tomorrow. I want everyone to see what I left there.” The sight of his deep love bite on the pale curve would surely get him hot, and even more, the knowledge that everyone would see it… he was a little bit of a caveman, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. He slid his hands up to just under the backs of her knees, starting to pick up the pace again. The inferno in his belly was getting too hard to ignore.

DAISY: She was thrilled with the open-ended permission to cum whenever the urge struck, and she knew it wouldn't be long until it did again, especially given the delicious position Danny had her in underneath him. "Keep fucking me like this and I'll be treating you to that same feeling all over again in no time, Daddy," Daisy promised, her lips parted as sighs of utter exuberance fell from them. "Mmmm." Daisy hummed gratefully as Danny flexed his abs under her worshipful touch. "I love how responsive you are to me...and how at ease you are showing off. There's a...lot to showcase, so it's really a good thing you're a little short on modesty." Daisy teased, her cheekiness cut off by a delighted yelp when Danny's hips canted forward with intentional aggression. "Just...trying to give a little back, considering how much you're giving me, Sir." She purred, tweaking her roused nipple over and over for his benefit, her nails sinking into the plush, pint-tinted flesh of her breast, which was too big for her to even hold properly. "Happily. The idea of showing off the evidence of this and getting to brag about who left these marks had me planning to wear something like that, already. Glad to know you've got a bit of a possessive streak, though..." Daisy added, her cunt soaking Danny's cock as it pounded her, wet, crude sounds mingled with their dirty talking. "That's...sexy." She managed breathlessly, reaching out to grope and scratch at Danny's chest as the pleasure mounted and threatened to overwhelm her. "Oh...oh, oh, right there, Daddy! I'm going to cum again!" Daisy whined pathetically, her back arched off the bed, her tits flushed and flailing as her face contorted and her orgasm washed over her, making her thighs shake almost uncontrollably in Danny's grasp.

DANNY: “Modesty is something I have never been cursed with,” he said with a breathless chuckle. Danny smirked widely and ran one hand over her thigh, her knee hooked over his arm so he could palm her ass again. “Believe me, princess, you’re giving me plenty. And plenty more to think about later,” he said with a wink. Danny knew without a doubt this encounter would play in his fantasies once Daisy flitted off, and honestly, he wasn’t mad about it. It just gave him more ideas for future fun he would be able to indulge in with this fiery vixen. Smirking wider as he picked up the pace, he leaned forward a bit to let her claw at him, the ripples of heated pain fueling the inferno under his skin. “You’ve - seen nothing yet, princess,” he panted out. Danny grunted deeply when he felt her body clutch around him again, her legs shaking and those glorious tits of hers bouncing perfectly. The sight and feel of her was too much, and he drove deep into Daisy’s snug heat as his pleasure crested, shooting his load deep into the gorgeous redhead under him. “Fuck - fuck, baby girl,” he rasped out, his head hanging heavily, breath gasped in ragged pants, the burn of his orgasm fading slowly and leaving even his strong thighs feeling weak.

DAISY: "G-Good." Daisy managed with a smirk. "It wouldn't suit you, Daddy. Not looking the way you do." She preened responsively when he palmed possessively at her ass, biting her bottom lip in clear satisfaction knowing that she'd made such an impression on a man who doubtlessly had submissives lined up outside his door. That wink made her swoon, on top of everything else - it was obvious that she was completely and totally his at that moment. Any capacity for articulation dissipated when Danny intentionally picked up the pace and really started to pound her properly into his bed. Her nails raked over his chest, loving the way the striations stood out under her touch when he leaned forward, absolutely purposefully giving her a closer, more muscular canvas to work with. "N-Nothing!?" Daisy yelped incredulously. If he wasn't going full throttle with her already, she almost shuddered at how ruined she'd be for anyone else if he really went for it. All the while her next orgasm mounted and spilled over, her sopping wet cunt clutching at his pummeling rod, her body shaking with intense pleasure as it all crashed over her again. He was buried at the hilt, filling her up so completely that she was mindless with desire, never wanting him to pull out - to just fulfill her forever. She felt his seed empty into her body, and as her own pleasure fizzled, she smiled encouragingly up at him, palming up from his chest to his strong shoulders supportively, relishing the sight of his pleasure overwhelming such a strong, powerful man all thanks to her. He was an alpha bull if there ever was one, but even loving his obvious strength, it was equally satisfying to know she manage to exhaust him at least a fraction as much as he'd done for her. "Mmm..." Daisy sighed happily as Danny caught his breath. "That was just...incredible. I'm speechless, Daddy -...just, thank you." She managed, leaning forward with used, parted lips, inviting him to claim her mouth with his own.

DANNY: His arms were tense and trembling with the effort of keeping himself propped above her, knowing his broad body wouldn't feel all too good crushed onto her petite frame. He did lean in though, her sweet thanks and obvious request for a kiss impossible to resist. Danny bent his arms and pressed his mouth to Daisy's, owning her warm lips in a slow, lazy but nonetheless possessive kiss. His chest brushed against her generous tits deliciously, warm, damp skin sliding together. Carefully, he eased his softening member from her heat, the wet rush of his load spilling from her and onto his bed. Danny rolled to the side, pulling Daisy up against him to sprawl against his chest and out of the wet spot. "You're very welcome, little princess. I have a feeling a beauty like you isn't left speechless very often, so though I'm not surprised I managed it, I'm still taking the compliment," he teased, brushing her bright hair back behind her ear. A boyish but still lusty smirk tugged his lips. "How's your ass doing, baby? I got some cream that'll help the sting once we manage to get out of bed," Danny promised, his big bull alpha personality still evident even as he switched into aftercare more. He couldn't help but smooth one hand over her ass again, the sweet curve fitting so nicely in his palm.

DAISY: Daisy noted his arms, thick and hard, but trembling with exertion as he held himself over her. Gently, she soothed her hands over the rippling, taut skin of his back, drawing him down on top of her at a gradual pace so that she was comfortably pinned under his weight as they kissed. Their tongues rolled in content laziness against the other's, their lips smacking sinfully as the kiss went on for a few minutes, both of them just relishing in the lull after so much intensity. There was still that note of undeniable dominance in his kiss, despite their mutual exhaustion and Daisy responded with utter, complete submission, her body melting under the hard, muscled concrete of his own. It was almost like she ceased to exist entirely, and she'd never felt more fulfilled in all her life. A slight gasp fell from her parted, kiss-swollen lips when he pulled out, his copious seed instantly gushing from her spent folds. She was happy, but slightly sweaty - which was relieved when Danny rolled over, drawing her from their sex spot to a cooler, fresh side of the bed. She eagerly curled up against his left pectoral, peppering kisses against the tan, beautiful skin that made up the marbled canvas that was Danny's physique. She giggled softly against his skin. "Your self-assurance is deserved, stud. I'd like to think my standards for speechlessness are exceptional, you're right...but you..." She took a breath, meeting his gaze with nothing short of amazement reflected in her warm, caramel-brown orbs. "...you blew everything I thought possible when it comes to pleasure out of the water. I feel sorry for anyone else hoping to follow you, quite frankly." She preened at his affectionate touches, which somehow still managed to hold a certain amount of wolfish possessiveness that made her swoon over and over. Arching her back, she happily threw her ass out into his hold. 'It stings, Daddy...but I trust you to take care of it, as you have the rest of me this entire afternoon."

DANNY: Her sweet and expected assurance only prompted his smirk to widen. "I do too, but honestly, you know right where to come to be taken care of right, baby girl. The only way I'd leave you hanging is for our own mutual pleasure... because frankly, I think you'd be stunning after a few days of edging," Danny teased. He could envision it - Daisy strutting around his suite in nothing but one of his shirts, her pussy constantly swollen and leaking from his incessant teasing, until he finally takes pity on her and makes her come apart on his tongue. Definitely something to explore. He chuckled, gently massaging her ass, thumb lightly brushing over her tight hole. "We'll get in a bath soon and then get your pretty ass all taken care of, princess. I'm not quite ready to move yet though," he admitted, his other hand running along her thigh to drape her leg over his hips, encouraging her to snuggle as close as she could.

DAISY: Daisy smiled against Danny's chest, elated at the assurance that she could come to him just about whenever she wanted. It was the kind of security and stability she craved in a partner. Of course, she wasn't presumptuous enough to think anything serious of their relationship yet. For all she knew, she was one of many - but that truly didn't make his words any less pleasing to her all-too-eager ears. "Duly noted, Daddy... I've never been edged for that long, but after today? I'm positive you'd be more than worth the wait, so I think we should add that to our growing list of things to try." She hummed happily and pressed a kiss to his chest. "Me either...but when our strength returns a little bit, a bath sounds divine...assuming you'll be joining me, of course." Her body was pliant, boneless, and properly fucked so she sort of melted over him, no matter how he manipulated her. She didn't want to bolster his ego so much by saying he was the best she'd ever had, but internally she was having a hard time denying the plausibility of such a statement, as lofty as it was.

DANNY: Danny chuckled softly. "Believe me, you would like it once you tried it. I would make sure of it," he hummed, kissing the top of her head. He had a feeling once Daisy got a taste of his brand of edging and teasing, she would never get enough. At least - that would be his goal. "I'll definitely be joining you, princess. You're not leaving my arms until I'm forced to let you go." Danny relaxed back into the bed, just enjoying the feeling of the sweet girl in his arms, sprawled on his chest all warm and content. As much as he would have liked to lay there for hours, he knew he needed to get her clean and cared for. So after a few long minutes, he groaned, kissing Daisy's head again gently. "All right, baby girl. It's bath time," he said reluctantly, shifting to sit up carefully and scooping her into his arms to carry her into the en suite.

DAISY: "Well, if anyone can turn me on to something I'm hesitant about, it's you, Sir." Daisy agreed. Thrilling at his follow-up promise about keeping her in his arms until they absolutely had to part. She didn't want to come across as obsessive or clingy this early on, so she neglected to vocalize how much she'd love for him to place her under orders as soon as she reasonably could. Instead, she just relaxed against him, eager and happy to relish every last second they had together, especially knowing this was far from the last time she'd be sprawled in exhaustion against Danny's muscular chest. Her ass started to sting from its delicious abuse, so when he suggested a change of scenery, Daisy was all too happy to do so - especially not having to be the one actually exerting themselves for it. She held on to his strong shoulders and swooned as she was scooped up and off the bed. As a reward for such chivalry, Daisy leaned up and sucked a little hickey against Danny's neck all the way to the grand bathroom his suite came equipped with.

DANNY: Her promise that he could make her like things she was unsure about made his caveman side swell happily. Danny wanted a submissive he could mold to be just his own - to love and enjoy all the depraved shit he wanted to have happen in his ideal claim. But that could be something to talk about down the line, if this continued to work out. He chuckled, groaning happily when her mouth got busy on the side of his neck. "Marking me up too, princess?" he asked teasingly, setting her gently on the bathroom counter so he could get the bath filling. Once the water was warm and tumbling into the tub, Danny crossed back to her, urging her thighs apart, clearly drinking in the sight of her swollen, red core. "Is there any part of you that isn't fucking perfect, baby girl?" he asked, lightly drawing his fingers over her puffy lips.

DAISY: "Maybe..." Daisy responded with an air of adorable faux innocence. "I hope you don't mind. You've left evidence of our time together all over me...I was just hoping to return the favor." As she was deposited gingerly on the marbled countertop she leaned back to examine her work - sure enough, a flushed little red splotch was proof of the hickey to come. Satisfied, Daisy folded her arms pointedly under her tits, propping them up to give Danny a rewarding view before he started getting their bath ready. Watching him work was enticing in itself, his body looked even better in the bright, fluorescent lighting of the bathroom, and the sight of the scratch marks she'd left behind on his back thrilled her to no end. When he turned back for her, Daisy preened forward on the counter, happily spreading her legs at his insistence. "Mmm... I don't think it'd be ladylike for me to say no, but I'm very happy if that's the opinion you've formed." She kissed his finger before giving it a sweet little kitten-lick while she reached for his other hand and drew him to her sex, letting him feel how wet she already was, all over again. "And it means a lot coming from anatomical perfection personified." She added eloquently, smirking as she leaned in to ghost her lips tenderly against Danny's.

DANNY: Danny couldn't help but grin at Daisy's sweet little comment. He enjoyed the play of innocence, but he didn't believe it for a second. She was indulging in possessive behavior just like he was - but hell if he was mad about it. He liked it. She looked so delicious on his counter, naked with her tits pushed up, his mark adorning the gorgeous curve of flesh. Smirking, he slid his hand back into her hair, letting his other hand go where she directed, one thick finger slipping between her already damp folds again. "Mm perfection, huh? Someone's looking to get my dick in this cunt again before too long, I think," he teased, easing his finger back inside of her slick heat, brushing teasing kisses to her lips.

DAISY: Daisy opened her mouth to respond, but all that came out was a pathetic little gasp when that thick, talented digit occupied the heat of her sex again - which let her know just how empty she really felt without him. "You really have q-quite the praise kink, don't you, Daddy? If talking you up is what it takes to get you inside me, I'm happy to oblige...after all, complimenting a God like you is hardly difficult when there's so much to work with." Daisy's voice was hitched and feather light. She kissed him back with urgency, whining at the way he held back from claiming her mouth completely like she obviously wanted him to. Draping her arms across his shoulders, Daisy toyed with the back of his cropped, red hair, urging him in closer to kiss her in that all-consuming way she'd become addicted to all over the course of one, unforgettable afternoon.

DANNY: Her gasp made him chuckle in a low, dangerous way. Danny moved his wrist slowly, crooking his finger to make sure to touch every single spot inside of her to make her shiver in his arms. "Can't help it, baby, I love hearing pretty little things swoon over me," he whispered to her roughly. His mouth curved in a smirk when she clutched at his head, clearly aching to be kissed properly - but he didn't oblige her, just sipping kisses from her parted lips, nipping lightly at the soft skin. "We can't get too distracted and flood the bathroom," Danny teased, pressing a kiss to her nose before backing away a half step, easing his finger from her so he could turn off the water and sink into the tub himself. "Come here, princess," he ordered gently, patting his lap to make it obvious where she belonged.

DAISY: Daisy groped for the man's shoulder for all the support she needed as she started to unravel on his touch, the way his finger crooked inside her, claiming her for himself in the process - she was a goner, and happily so. "As accustomed a-as, you are to the responses I'm giving you...I'll have to work overtime to stand out amongst you're unofficial harem." That deep, husky tone in his voice had her reeling, her lips parted in desire as she tried to draw a deep kiss from him - but to no avail. She pouted slightly, but her expression softened jovially at his reasoning for keeping his distance for that very moment. She watched with wavering, worshipful eyes as that sculpted, tanned body sunk beneath the steamy water. "You really are like one of those models on the cover of romance novels." She admitted, calling back to the first conversation they actually had online when he arrived. "It's pathetic just how excited the mere sight of you makes me, Daddy." At his order - as if it was needed - Daisy hopped down from the counter and gingerly settled in front of him, melting in the warm water and laying back against his chest contently. "Oh...this feels wonderful, Sir. Thank you..."

DANNY: "Mm, I don't think you'll have to work as hard as you think you will, but far be it from me to restrain your efforts," Danny rumbled back to her. Teasing her was just delicious, and he had a feeling it would be even better the more he got to know all her little quirks. He chuckled, striking a pose in the tub with one arm behind his head, his bicep pulsed to show off the thick muscles. "You still owe me a fantasy or two in my DMs," he reminded Daisy as she crossed over to join him. "Nah, I don't think it's pathetic," he assured her, wrapping his arms around her slim body to hug her to his chest. "Mm, feels good to have you here, princess." Danny kissed her shoulder, one hand coming up to gently cup one breast under the warm water.

DAISY: Daisy's mind went blank for a moment, and if she wasn't as naturally put together as she was, she could have sworn she was drooling watching Danny's bicep intentionally bulge like that - it was practically the size of his head and made her thighs shake with need. "I'll absolutely send you a few, Daddy...but right now... the reality is so much better than any fantasy my books could conjure up." Settling into the tub, she leaned forward, her heavy, full tits dipping under the water as she pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss against the peak of his bicep before swiveling around to settle against his chest properly. "Mmm." Daisy smiled sweetly, running her nails against the man's thick forearm holding her flush to his solid frame. "I think we should make this a post-scene tradition, personally." She agreed, gasping involuntarily when that strong hand cupped her breast, her own hand falling over it to press his touch up into her tit, encouraging his every move the second he made one.

DANNY: Danny couldn't help but flex his bicep under her mouth, the sucking kiss playing right into his body worship kink. How would that mouth feel over his body in the morning, waking him up with hungry kisses? That was something he was absolutely going to find out. He grinned, gently squeezing at her full breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple. "I could be down with that idea. I personally think I'm on board with most ideas that involve you being naked and wet," he said with a soft laugh. His free hand rubbed over her flat stomach, keeping her petite form pressed fully into his own.

DAISY: Daisy moaned shamelessly at the way his bicep bulged impressively under her lips. She adored how responsive he was to her affections, playing up to her obvious, blatant kink for muscles naturally by just existing - but when he actually, intentionally showed off, it was enough to bring any self-respecting muscle-slut to their knees. "God, I could make out with your arms for hours and you'd have to pry me off, stud..." Daisy confessed in her lusty haze. Was that something she'd admit out loud in a clear state of mind? Absolutely not - but Danny Andrews made it impossible to think clearly, especially naked in a porcelain tub. "Likewise, Daddy." Daisy hastily agreed, her body arching into his insistent fondling. "You're so powerful... The way you can just immobilize me without any effort at all is nothing short of mind-blowing..." As she rained raise down on him, she reached under the water and gripped at his thick, hardened member, stroking it against the small of her back to provide him the relief she just knew he needed.

DANNY: He laughed, not unkindly, at her blatant hunger for his muscled arms. It was a pleasant surprise, to hear that tumbling from her lips. "Well now I know what kind of reward to give you if you earn a big one, princess," he teased, nuzzling a kiss into the crook of her neck. Affection came just as easily to him as manhandling in the right circumstance. Though Danny had meant for the bath to be relaxing, it proved to be anything but as she arched and wiggled in his arms, his length beginning to swell against her back. "Mm... you're just so tiny, baby girl, it's so easy to throw you around," he growled against the soft curve of her neck. "It's amazing you fit on my dick with how small you are but fuck, you took me like you were made for it."

DAISY: She bit her plush bottom lip at the notion that she'd have to work for the chance properly tongue-bath the muscled swells of those arms - it was pleasantly frustrating, but hardly a task she wasn't up for. One last lingering glance at those bulging peaks let her know that she'd go to the ends of the earth just to try and sate the hunger she had for a man like Danny Andrews. "Who isn't tiny compared to you, Daddy?" Daisy countered in a sweet, albeit teasing tone, barring her neck for him to kiss and suck at if he chose to mark her up similarly to the way she did, him. "A big, hulking man like you... I bet you could lift me with one hand and not even break a sweat." She whimpered at his observation - the contrast of their respective size hitting checking off more than one kink of hers. "I swear I could practically feel you in my stomach when you were fully inside me... God, I'd do anything to feel that full again...and I'm afraid you might be the only one at this school who fits the bill." She mused wickedly, smirking over her shoulder at his handsomely chiseled face. "Which is a miserable situation for me, since there's only one of you...but somehow I think you'll fare just fine being the only man who can really fulfill me."

DANNY: "Oh I don't know, I seem to recall several other hunky Dominants around campus who come close to my size," he murmured into her skin. One wide hand remained on those perfect tits of hers, kneading the supple curves and teasing her nipples under the warm water, while his other slid down her stomach to start rubbing slow circles on her clit. "But you're right. I could lift you with one arm and throw you over my shoulder, and you'd be powerless to get away." Danny chuckled at that, leaning in to press a firm kiss to her full lips.  "Sounds like you'll need your fix more often than not, princess. Not my fault the other Doms around here are total idiots," he teased, pressing his finger into her again, urging her to rut into his touch. "I will indeed. Don't worry on it too much though, beautiful. I know you'll probably play around with some of the other guys around here, but none of them will fill you up like I can. And I doubt many of the subs on campus will look as perfect on my cock as you do," he purred, arching his hips up to rub his definitely fully hard cock against her back.

DAISY: Daisy shook her head, disagreeing at once. “This campus isn’t short on hunks, I’ll admit - but it takes a certain attitude to sell the look you present, and that’s where you really differ, Daddy- don’t be fooled, you’re one of a kind, without a doubt.” She squealed and and delighted at the mental image his assertion played through her mind. To be lifted up and tossed over such an stud’s shoulder like nothing, only to be whisked off and ravished? She never believed the dirty fantasies of her adolescence could come even close to reality, but she very well might’ve stumbled upon the one man who could make them so. “As if getting away would even cross my mind.” She retorted sweetly, kissing him back with equal vigor. She gasped when he filled her up with those digits once more, making her pale, albeit flushed form squirm with desire in his strong hold. “It certainly is. Thank God you’re here to pick up their slack.” She kept it to herself, but the motion that she - out of all the submissive’s he’d surely entertain - would remain his favorite y well with her. I’m fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be satisfied if that wasn’t the case. She was rendered speechless again thanks to the prodding of his cock at the small of her back. “Oh, Sir… I feel better. Much, much better. Will you take me now? Please?” She looked over her shoulder at his lusty expression and whimpered. “Perhaps a touch gentler…if for no other reason than to experience the broad range of your talents. Something tells me you’re as good a lover as you are a rough fuck.” She squeezed out the expletive at the end, cutely unaccustomed yo cursing like that - but there really was not other expression to get her point across.

DANNY: He smirked. There was nothing like hearing someone say he was one of a kind, and yes, she was naked in his lap right now, but Danny had a feeling it was still the absolute truth. Her squeal had him chuckling and tugging her closer with a playful growl. He would definitely have to work on fulfilling her little fantasies like that, and it wasn't any hardship for him to scoop her up and whisk her away to his metaphorical tower. Danny hummed against her mouth, fingering her slow but deep. The fact that she was still available for something like this was a crime. But, the other guys on campus being complete dumbasses was his gain. "Mm, is that right? You think you're ready to take my cock again, baby girl?" he asked, kissing her shoulder. "Damn right. I can do gentle. We do need to dry off first though before we get back in my bed, the other one isn't made up yet." Slipping his fingers from her, he nipped her shoulder. "Up you get, little princess."

DAISY: She giggled sweetly and melted back against him, splashing a little bit in her eagerness to feel every inch of his body against her own that she could. She twisted around in his hold, sitting sideways in his lap now so that she could look at him more fully, as well as bare her body and all its regions to his touch. She nodded, insisting that she was ready. More than ready. "Mentally, absolutely. Physically...well, that's where my request for something a little gentler comes into play. I'm still not confident in my ability to stand up on my own." She confessed with another, musical giggle against his neck, her hand moving from his cock, up his abs to splay across his chest. She glanced down, enjoying the contrast of her pinkish-alabaster skin set against the tan, taut canvas of his sculpted chest. She gasped for air when his fingers left her core, leaving her empty and wanting. "That sounds reasonable enough." She agreed, rising a little shakily from the bath, water cascading down her body as she stood. She smiled knowingly down at Danny, confident that he had to be a little speechless at the vision she made. Stepping out of the bath, she reached for a pair of fluffy green towels on the bathroom counter. With his eyes set on her, Daisy began to sensually mop up the water from her body, pointedly leaving her cunt alone as there really was no helping the wetness there. Finished, she reached for another set of towels and stood back a little to accommodate him. "May I do the honors of drying you off, Sir?"

DANNY: He nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Don't worry, princess. I'll take care of you right," he promised in a low rumble. That he would always promise, for any sub in his care, but especially this redheaded beauty he'd stumbled upon. Danny wished he could leave some part of him inside her, but it wasn't physically possible, so he settled himself with watching her climb from the tub and dry herself off, licking his lips at the sight of her. She was all peaches and cream, shimmering with the warm water on her skin as she mopped up the damp with his fluffy green towels. Her flushed breasts practically demanded attention, not to mention the tempting core between her thighs, begging for his mouth or his cock. Smirking, he pulled the drain for the tub before stepping out, water dripping from his chiseled legs, his cock proud and firm against his belly. "You may, baby girl," he granted, bringing his hands up to the back of his head to give her room to dry him off - and to make his biceps bulge once more.

DAISY: It was difficult not to just melt under Danny's gaze. Having his eyes on her as she sensually mopped up the beads of water scattered across her gleaming, flushed skin was the best sort of torture. Once she was dry, she offered her services to Danny, knowing he'd be happy to let her work her magic. As he stood, pink-tinted Daisy's cheeks and her lips parted in awe. She genuinely didn't think it was possible to get used to the way this man looked - and dripping wet, his cock hard and at full attention against the backdrop of a chiseled six-pack? It was like one of her wettest dreams come to life. "Thank you, Daddy." She responded quickly, stepping forward with a dry towel in hand. She decided to start from the top and work her way down. Those biceps bulged with obvious intention and Daisy had to brace herself against Danny's chest when a wave of arousal washed over her at the mere sight of them. Standing up on her tip-toes, she started by pressing a simple, chaste kiss to the peak of his left bicep, sighing gratefully against his skin before she brought the towel over and began to slowly traverse it across each arm, dipping lower to his broad chest and around to his back. His back. Oh, Daisy could happily spend hours tracing the lines of definition with her tongue. In fact, she stopped and got lost in the rippled map his back formed for a few moments. "You're a work of art, Daddy. Truly. You have so much to be proud of." Reluctantly, Daisy dried off his sculpted back, dipping to his lower back and then walking around to work over the chiseled length of his abs. Next, she descended to the floor and dried at his feet, calves, and thick, muscled quads, pointedly leaving his cock untouched until the very end. Once he was as dry as she could get him, Daisy set the towel aside and braced two delicate hands on either thigh as she leaned up and pressed another kiss to the underside of his erect member, batting her eyes up at him as she did so.

DANNY: He felt like he couldn't stop smirking as he took in Daisy's worshipful gaze once he got out of the tub. She was a damned vision herself, but how she looked when she was drinking in the sight of him? Danny swore he felt his cock get harder just from the look on her face. His instinct was to reach to steady her when she swooned, but he resisted, keeping his hands behind his head to let her lavish attention on his hefty biceps. Once she moved onto his back, he let his arms relax, rewarded with her sweet sigh for the shift of his muscles. "Thank you, princess," he hummed in response to her praise, smirk getting wider. He slid his fingers through her hair when she got to her knees, drying off his legs and feet. That sight would never get old, he thought, watching her kiss his cock like it was the most incredible thing she'd ever experienced. "Use your tongue to get the water off my cock, baby girl," he growled, fingers gently rubbing the back of her head. "My balls too," Danny told her, spreading his legs a bit so she could get to the heavy sac hanging between his thighs.

DAISY: Daisy hummed approvingly and leaned up, her tongue falling from parted lips to caress every inch of Danny's length. Bracing herself on his thighs for support, she preened upward and ran her tongue thoroughly over the tip, swiping through the slit at the end and then lavishing over the ridges of his mushroomed head until she was caressing the rod back down to the base at Danny's solid frame. Satisfied that his cock had been properly 'dried' Daisy refocused her efforts further south to his balls, which hung low between concrete-hard quads. Squeezing worshipfully at his thighs, Daisy ducked and lapped at his sensitive, heavy sac, virtually letting him tea-bag her for a few moments until he was properly serviced in that regard. Retracting, flushed and a little light-headed, Daisy grinned up at him with pride. "I think you're dry, Daddy...but of course, if you simply want me to run my tongue over every inch of your body again to be sure, I'm more than happy to oblige."

DANNY: A low groan rumbled in his throat as Daisy went to work. He slid his fingers through her hair, looking from the delicious sight of her on her knees to the reflection they made in the mirror. God, they made a sexy ass pair if he said so himself. Danny bit his lip, eyes sliding shut when those lips and tongue went to his balls. His fingers tightened in bright locks, and he was definitely breathing a little harder by the time she leaned back, her sweet voice chirping happily up to him. "Mm, maybe later, princess." He leaned down, scooping her easily into his arms, his hands under her thighs and long legs around his waist. "Right now, I need to be inside that pretty cunt of yours so I can make you forget your own name," Danny rumbled, carrying her to his bed. In a flash, he had her sprawled over his chest, his cock pressing and sliding against her pussy but not inside of her just yet as he claimed her mouth in a possessive kiss. "You sure you can take me again, baby girl?"

DAISY: “I’ll remind you of that, Dadd—Aah!” She squealed as Danny swiftly and effortlessly bent down and scooped her right off her knees and up into his powerful arms. Thrilled to be manhandled so damn easily, Daisy swooned and draped her arms across his shoulders, locking her ankles around his tapered waist. She gasped at the clarification he gave for what he did want. “That…yes, yes, please. Fuck me out of my mind, Daddy.” She nodded through her words, panting already at the thought alone of what would soon follow. She whimpered in a hitched, pathetic tone as they moved from the bathroom back to Danny’s bedroom and before she knew it, she was sitting atop his beautifully sculpted chest, her red tresses swung over one side of her neck, still slightly damp from the bath. Canting backward, it situated the rigid firmness of Danny’s thick cock right through her soaked, needy folds. She bent forward at his insistence and kissed him right back, bending to his every whim and happily so. The kiss was deep, passionate, and drawn out - and through it all, she felt completely Dominated and owned. This really was how she’d always imagined submission to feel and at this point, anything less would never satisfy her. That was a terrifying concept, of course - to be practically ruined for all other men unless they could match up to Danny’s caliber, but at that moment, kissing him, Daisy couldn’t find it in herself to worry. “Oh God, yes… I…I’m exhausted, but I need you, Daddy. I feel so empty without your big, alpha-cock filling up my little pussy, please.” She whimpered against his lips, her hands braced and groping simultaneously at Danny’s pecs as they continued to make out. "Take me... Make me yours."

DANNY: Danny couldn’t get enough of how she was panting for him, like a horny little bitch in heat. She felt almost weightless in his arms, over his chest, her skin petal soft and scorching hot against his own. He craved the almost mindless look in her eyes nearly as much as the wet, hot slide of her cunt across his cock. His wide hands cupped her thighs, keeping her legs spread apart as they kissed hungrily. Danny owned her mouth, tongue diving deep in between her swollen lips. Daisy was absolutely his in this moment, every part of her body open for him to use and control. His chest arched up into her touch, fingers flexing on her thighs, like he was trying to leave marks on her pale skin. “Yeah, baby? Need my big dick in your pretty little hole?” Gripping her hips, Danny pushed her onto her side, spooning up against her back. One hand pushed her thigh up, opening her up for him to slide easily into her crushing, perfect heat. “Fuck,” he groaned, the word drawn out, his face buried in her bright hair. “That what you needed, little princess? Daddy filling this perfect cunt of yours,” he purred, rocking his hips in tiny thrusts, just enough to provide the most maddening friction.

DAISY: Clutching at Danny’s strong chest even tighter when he lifted off the mattress and arched beautifully up into her, matching her need tit-for-tat in every respect, Daisy couldn’t form a coherent sentence by the time the heated flurry of kissing subsided. All she could do was nod pathetically, needing every last thing he offered. She squealed as she was swept over and onto her side, Danny quickly following to press up behind her. She was putty in his hand, her body molded to whatever he needed. Fisting the sheets, Daisy sobbed out in pleasure as Danny filled her up completely once more. “Oooh, yes… Daddy… Daddy, take me with that big cock. Oh, God… I’m yours. All…yours.” She reached behind her, securing her dainty hand in his short, cropped red hair to draw him into a fierce, passionate kiss over her shoulder as he fucked into her at an increasingly punishing pace. Her moans and squeals were swallowed up by his domineering mouth and tongue, and she loved every single second of it. If this was a dream - it was of the wettest variety, and she never, ever wanted to wake up.

DANNY: He groaned raggedly into her mouth, one arm under her neck and over her shoulder to grope her deliciously bouncing tits. The other rested against her stomach, keeping her body pressed back into his so he could push as deep as possible inside of her with every single thrust. It was almost a maddening need to possess her, to own this gorgeous vixen in his arms so no one else could even come close to him in her mind. As much as he loved her pleading and needy declarations, Danny wondered if he would ever be able to fuck her completely speechless, her pouty lips unable to do anything but moan and whimper with how mindless her pleasure made her. Another time. Right now, he just wanted her to shudder and sob in his arms, her petite frame wracked with shivers all because of him. The hand on her stomach slid down, one finger rubbing light circles over her swollen clit, a stark contrast to the rough thrusts of his cock deep inside of her. "Fuck, you feel incredible, little princess," he rasped against her lips. "So tight and perfect for me, my good girl..."

DAISY: Daisy thrilled at the way Danny so easily bodily possessed her, pinning her pliant little body to the strong, musculature of his own, rock-solid physique. She melted back against him, her body answering his every touch with visceral responses. It wasn't long before all capacity for speech was practically lost, leaving her moaning and shaking in Danny' strong grasp. Her body spasmed when he brought his roguish attention to her clit, drawing her higher and higher until she was dangling off the edge of another orgasm. "Oh... Daddy...S-Sir, I'm going to....cum... Cum with me, please! Breed my little c-cunt!" Her sobs of pleasure were hitched and muffled against his own, panting mouth as she grappled for whatever sliver of control she had left, desperate to climax with him so that when their pleasure mounted and receded into mutual, blissful exhaustion together; like a wave receding from the shore.

DANNY: Danny had been hoping to last longer, his body already having the edge taken off but god, she defied his control like no one had before. Her wordless whimpers only drove him to take her harder, his hips slapping loudly against her already abused ass. A primal sort of growl rumbled in his chest as she begged for him to breed her, hands clutching tighter to the woman in his arms almost out of instinct. "I'm there, baby, fucking cum for me, scream for me," he breathed. His orgasm hit like a punch to the chest, his mouth moving from hers so he could bury his face against her soft, damp hair, surrounding every sense with Daisy. His cock pulsed inside of her, pumping his load inside of her tight heat, to the point where he felt it start to drip down onto his balls from how much he came. Danny fought to catch his breath, plastered against her back warmly, refusing to loosen his hold on her even the slightest.

DAISY: The deep-throated growl that vibrated against the shell of her cream-colored earlobe was what really sent her over the edge, so it was a good thing he gave her the permission she sought in the same breath. He was every bit the alpha man she had grown up reading about in her erotic novels and it thrilled her to no end. Often times she'd worried about whether or not anyone would be able to satisfy her properly, given the standards fiction had built up in her head. Danny Andrews was a sex God among men and cast those worries aside as easily as he could rip her clothes clean off her body. She opened her mouth and let out a drawn-out, hitched combination between a moan and a helpless, thrilled scream as pleasure slammed through her body, causing her to writhe quite uselessly against his strong chest. Just when she thought her orgasm was fading, his hips would pummel forward and send a renewed wave of pleasure coursing through her. Finally, she was spent and happily overflowing with his seed which tricked down the inside of her supple thighs. His shallow panting soothed her, and so did the protective, powerful grip he maintained on her frame. Searching for the words to thank him, she came up empty and instead, opted to turn slightly in his arms and kiss him, letting passion convey what words simply couldn't.

DANNY: Once he felt he might be able to breathe somewhat, Danny's arms loosened slightly, allowing Daisy to turn just enough to kiss him, but not enough for his still rigid cock to slip from her perfect hole. He returned her kiss slowly, drinking every last dredge of her afterglow in like a man dying of thirst with a glass of water. His hands gently roamed her body, from the delicate collarbone, over her incredible breasts and down her flat belly until he could feel where they were still joined. Scooping up some of the mess from her thighs, Danny brought his fingers to her lips, urging her to lick their combined release from his skin. "I think your cunt should always be dripping with me like this," he whispered, kissing her cheek before resting his head against her shoulder with a satisfied sigh. "You feel good, princess?"

DAISY: Daisy was so, beautifully exhausted from the day they'd had together, and what was more, she couldn't remember ever feeling so satisfied, happy, and secure right there cuddled against Danny's impossibly broad chest. She sleepily slurped their combined arousal from his offered digit and smiled over her pale shoulder at his handsome face. "You have the power to make that a reality, Sir...and I think it goes without saying at this point that I wouldn't object to such an existence. If today has shown me anything, it's that I was made to be used by a man like you...assuming any other man is akin to you at all, which honestly, I find...very, very unlikely." She hummed approvingly as she gently rolled over in his arms so they were facing each other. "Never better, stud. I'm very tired, though. You'll let me stay here, right? I didn't exactly plan for this so I don't have fresh clothes to wear back to my dorm tomorrow morning...but I think one of your shirts should suffice." She winked at him, pecking at his lips endearingly.

DANNY: "I'll be sure to do that as often as possible," he assured her, sighing softly as he slid from her body. But he still cuddled her close to his chest, pressing soft kisses to her forehead and one on her nose. "I don't think you will find anyone close to me, baby, but you can certainly try." Danny rumbled playfully, tugging her even closer. "As if I would let you out of my sight right now. And you can borrow whatever you need to get back to your room. I'll even be a gentleman and walk you to your door," he assured her, one hand stroking down her back.

DAISY: “I’m not particularly interested in wasting my time like that, especially when someone with the means to fulfill me this thoroughly is right here and willing.” She confessed, blushing hotly. Cuddling against his chest, she smirked against the hard, tan skin. “I think you could amp the gentlemanly ante even more by carrying me back to my place…assuming your strength returns by morning, or course.” She teased cutely, kissing all over his chest in slow, sensual movements as her blissful weariness weighed her eyelids more and more by the second.

DANNY: Danny chuckled, kissing the top of her head and running his fingers through her hair slowly. She felt like she fit there, perfectly molded to his body, her pale skin the sweetest contrast to his tan complexion. The soft kisses to his chest made him smile. "I think I can make that happen. Now close those pretty eyes and get some rest, princess. Dream about me," he teased in a soft, low growl.

DAISY: Daisy smiled softly, nuzzling against his chest as sleep began to overtake her. "Yes, Sir... And you, of me." She left it at that, but truthfully, she knew that the notion of getting Danny out of her head, especially in her sweetest, wettest dreams was an impossibility. Daisy's last conscious thought was that maybe she'd been dreaming of Danny all along - only now, she had a name and  a clear face to the fantasy.

#February #2023 #para #para: danny andrews #danny andrews #the cherry on top #25th #February 25th 2023

[yunogf]

best part of making smth is picking the font 🤩

#loooooove finding the perfect font #when it ties everything together 😩🤌 #the cherry on top #also hi im making smth v simple rn that I'll prob be able to post later <3

[dankxsinatra]

#the henry cavil avatar is the cherry on top of this statement

[beacon-lamp]

r/malelivingspaces strikes again

#mcyt #hermitcraft #hermitblr #iskall85 #vintagebeef #the picture perfect view of iskall’s perry portal is the cherry on top #HAHAHA beef’s malicious compliance w the dispensers was so fcking funny too

[tomlinsins]

harry's birthday=japan harry unseens=gays fulfilled

#this makes the even more beautiful #the cherry on top #the icing on the cake #japan harry my beloved

[oneofthosenightbees]

Eye Candies 🍭🍡

#cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb oc #cherry blueberry lemon and Apple #flavours from top to bottom

[vroomvroomwee]

Honestly, Alastor is such a breath of fresh air as a character.

Since TV and media has been getting more and more romance and sex obsessed it's such a blessing to have a character who's repulsive to both. And not to have said character be boring or mundane or stereotyped, but actually super fun, cool and badass.

As an aroace person, it's such a wonderful comfort to see someone perfectly content with their life just as they are. To know that someone as interesting as him is not lesser or more inferior for not "fitting in" like everyone else. I mean, this guy has the most aroace swagger I've ever seen on television, and people still ship him with at least half the characters because that's just how charming he is. And I don't care that he's an evil sadistic bitch because he's my evil sadistic bitch.

This character means so much and it's such a big weight lift to see someone NOT in a relationship, it gets so tiresome seeing every single character in a show be paired with someone else because god forbid they're single otherwise it would be a tragedy. It adds such a wondeful flavour of diversity to the show.

He's just making me feel proud for being aroace, and that's exactly why representation matters.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #ace alastor #aro alastor #aroace alastor #ace #aro #aroace #aspec #asexuality #aromanticism #posting this on valentines is the cherry on top

[cosmicanakin]

gonna need him to disrespectfully blow my back out please ...

#﹙ rambles ೀ ﹚ #pretty please with a cherry on top

[gilbirda]

Danny is the rightful Ghost King, but since he's not of age he needs a regent who is a) his species, b) his family, and c) an adult. The only adult haftas are Vlad or this Red Hood guy from Gotham that he's never heard of. Since Vlad is not going to happen looks like it's Red Hood, now how to make the guy count as family...

Jason has had a lot of weird shit happen to him over the years but a woman tracking him down as Red Hood to propose a temporary political marriage so he can be regent of a death dimension until her brother is old enough to rule in his own name is a new one for him. Of course he accepted. The only other option was apparently a creepy uncle figure. He's read enough romance to know a forced marriage of a woman to her creepy uncle never ends well. A forced marriage of a woman to a crime lord doesn't usually end much better, but he's ignoring that for now. He's going to woo and romance his spit fire of a wife with respect, spontaneous poetry, his damn good cooking, and by not being a Darcy. And he is going to rock not just this whole regent thing, but also and more importantly the mentoring her brother and his new ward on how to rule this dimension. Competence is always attractive. He runs a tight ship in his crime empire, surely running a dimension can't be that much harder.

He actually already has a plan on how he's going to handle the whole 'The USA declared war on the dimension he's regent of' thing. It's simple really he goes to the next family dinner and causes chaos. The faces everyone will make will be glorious when he drops that he's lord regent of a dimension, the USA is at war with his dimension, and it's such a shame that no one can meet Jason's wife or ward till there is a peace treaty. Then he just needs to sit back and watch the entertainment as his siblings realize he has forever won the position of favorite child by being the first married and first to give Bruce a grandkid. Also you know the chaos of Bruce willing to wage a one man war if necessary so he can meet his grandson. Jason figures it will take at most a month for the government to cave.

And like a cherry on top he's going to get on a medical treatment plan for the pit. Everything is looking great for him.

#submission by sarahlikesbugs-blog #this has been sitting in my inbox forever im so sorry #i was waiting to have something smart to add but guess what burnout is a bitch #anyway king regent Jason and his lovely go getter wife #he really said 'im going to make the most of this and take advantage as i can' #also making Bruce fix things for him? cherry on top #petty jason is so fun #jazz/jason #anger management ship #hardcover ship #jazz x jason #dpxdc

[png-magician]

#png #pngs #tea #tea kettle #tea pot #teapot #kettle #ceramic #ceramics #dessert #desserts #cake #cupcake #cupcakes #donut #donuts #ice cream #cherry on top

[rosymothquilts]

Fruit Salad by Fig Tree & Company in Misc. Fabrics

#rosymothquilts #i am super proud of this one! my best table runner yet! #the binding top stitching really pulls it together #quilting #quilt #sewing #vintage inspired #cottagecore #fairycore #fruit #fruitcore #apple #pineapple #cherry #summer