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Prompt: Whipped Cream/Danny Savage & Natalie di Piero
Requested by:casablanca
Warning: sexualllll heallinnnngg~ ...j/k. But yeah, if you don't want to read smut don't click the link, please.
also...i am sorry if this is fail D: it's my first time writing smut as a fic-gift. I WAS NERVOUS.
request one here
Danny's hands were on her hips, body pressed against hers, pinning her to the wall. He could feel her arching her back under him, arms locked behind his neck, pulling him closer to her. He groaned softly into her lips as her fingers tangled themselves in his hair and tugged lightly, and she pulled away, lips trailing down his jawline to lick and nip at his neck. He let her pull his head back slightly, exposing his neck, and let out a shaky breath as her other hand lowered to press against his back. Holy. Shit.
Her leg slid up against his hip, and with one smooth movement, he'd hoisted her up to hip-to-hip level, her legs wrapping around him to keep her in place. Her answering giggle was soft, the breath that accompanied it tickling the top of his ear. Kicking the door of his apartment shut, he carried her towards his room, lips meeting again, ignoring the feeling of her tugging her purse off her shoulder and dropping it haphazardly on the floor. Crossing through the kitchen to reach his room, he bumped into the island in the middle of the room and paused, lifting her onto the tiled surface.
She took advantage of the renewed use of his arms to tug his shirt up and over his head, tossing it somewhere--he didn't exactly care to look at the moment--in the kitchen before giving him the most mischievous fucking smile he'd ever seen on a woman and reaching behind her to unzip her dress and wriggle out of the silky material. Feeling the silk rub against the skin of his stomach sent electric-shocks of lust straight to his groin and he reached his hands out to help her slide the material down her legs.
She was wearing black lace knickers. What the fuck was she trying to do, kill him or something? Black. Lace. He just wanted to fucking--
--an idea coming to his mind, he reached behind him and pulled the refrigerator door open and pulled out a can. She was watching him carefully, and as she caught sight of what it was, a small laugh escaped her lips.
"Bold, Savage," she said, smirk audible in the tone of her voice. "Pulling out the whipped cream and we're not even all the way undressed yet." She leaned back on her hands, and the way her hair fell over her face and just brushed the curves of her breasts made him want to abandon the can of whipped cream and just grab her and make her moan. But no. He totally had self control. Definitely. Right...
Leaving the dress and shirt wherever they lay in the kitchen, he picked her back up and into his room, tossing the can on the bed before slowly setting her down. Now it was his turn to leave a trail of kisses and licks down her neck, across her collarbone, and between her breasts as his hands slipped underneath her and undid her bra.
He sprayed a spot of whipped cream over her nipple, licking a line through the middle to expose the flesh again, making her squirm underneath him. Her hand slid down his torso and between his jeans and his boxers, and he stopped his task momentarily to swallow a moan. Lips lifting into a grin, he continued his task, eventually leading in to the spot between her legs, kicking off his jeans as he did. At the first flick of his tongue, her back arched and she let out a little whimper of pleasure. A few moments later, she was gripping the sheets tightly with one hand, the other once again tangled in his hair, head tossed back. She bucked underneath him, hands clutching and muscles tensing as his tongue kept flicking. "Ohgoddanny," she moaned, all in one, breathy word, and he felt her tugging him up to eye level, her hands at his hips, sliding down his boxers.
He sucked in a hissing breath as her hand slid across the skin left bare in the absence of his underwear. She put a hand on his shoulder and it didn't take much pressure to flip him over. He felt shivers run down his spine as she straddled him on all fours, slowly slinking down his body, her hair and nipples brushing his skin and leaving trails of fire in their wake.
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The next morning, Danny woke up, curled up next to a warm body. For a moment, he almost jerked back in surprise, before the memories came rushing back at the sight of the whipped cream can lying on the dresser table. A grin crept over his face, and he brushed the tip of his nose against the edge of her ear. She smelled faintly of coffee, like she always did, the caffeine addict. Coffee and that sweet scent that he only ever associated with her. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he bent his head and kissed the pale, naked slope of her shoulder, before falling back to sleep.
Requested by:
casablancaWarning: sexualllll heallinnnngg~ ...j/k. But yeah, if you don't want to read smut don't click the link, please.
also...i am sorry if this is fail D: it's my first time writing smut as a fic-gift. I WAS NERVOUS.
request one here
Danny's hands were on her hips, body pressed against hers, pinning her to the wall. He could feel her arching her back under him, arms locked behind his neck, pulling him closer to her. He groaned softly into her lips as her fingers tangled themselves in his hair and tugged lightly, and she pulled away, lips trailing down his jawline to lick and nip at his neck. He let her pull his head back slightly, exposing his neck, and let out a shaky breath as her other hand lowered to press against his back. Holy. Shit.
Her leg slid up against his hip, and with one smooth movement, he'd hoisted her up to hip-to-hip level, her legs wrapping around him to keep her in place. Her answering giggle was soft, the breath that accompanied it tickling the top of his ear. Kicking the door of his apartment shut, he carried her towards his room, lips meeting again, ignoring the feeling of her tugging her purse off her shoulder and dropping it haphazardly on the floor. Crossing through the kitchen to reach his room, he bumped into the island in the middle of the room and paused, lifting her onto the tiled surface.
She took advantage of the renewed use of his arms to tug his shirt up and over his head, tossing it somewhere--he didn't exactly care to look at the moment--in the kitchen before giving him the most mischievous fucking smile he'd ever seen on a woman and reaching behind her to unzip her dress and wriggle out of the silky material. Feeling the silk rub against the skin of his stomach sent electric-shocks of lust straight to his groin and he reached his hands out to help her slide the material down her legs.
She was wearing black lace knickers. What the fuck was she trying to do, kill him or something? Black. Lace. He just wanted to fucking--
--an idea coming to his mind, he reached behind him and pulled the refrigerator door open and pulled out a can. She was watching him carefully, and as she caught sight of what it was, a small laugh escaped her lips.
"Bold, Savage," she said, smirk audible in the tone of her voice. "Pulling out the whipped cream and we're not even all the way undressed yet." She leaned back on her hands, and the way her hair fell over her face and just brushed the curves of her breasts made him want to abandon the can of whipped cream and just grab her and make her moan. But no. He totally had self control. Definitely. Right...
Leaving the dress and shirt wherever they lay in the kitchen, he picked her back up and into his room, tossing the can on the bed before slowly setting her down. Now it was his turn to leave a trail of kisses and licks down her neck, across her collarbone, and between her breasts as his hands slipped underneath her and undid her bra.
He sprayed a spot of whipped cream over her nipple, licking a line through the middle to expose the flesh again, making her squirm underneath him. Her hand slid down his torso and between his jeans and his boxers, and he stopped his task momentarily to swallow a moan. Lips lifting into a grin, he continued his task, eventually leading in to the spot between her legs, kicking off his jeans as he did. At the first flick of his tongue, her back arched and she let out a little whimper of pleasure. A few moments later, she was gripping the sheets tightly with one hand, the other once again tangled in his hair, head tossed back. She bucked underneath him, hands clutching and muscles tensing as his tongue kept flicking. "Ohgoddanny," she moaned, all in one, breathy word, and he felt her tugging him up to eye level, her hands at his hips, sliding down his boxers.
He sucked in a hissing breath as her hand slid across the skin left bare in the absence of his underwear. She put a hand on his shoulder and it didn't take much pressure to flip him over. He felt shivers run down his spine as she straddled him on all fours, slowly slinking down his body, her hair and nipples brushing his skin and leaving trails of fire in their wake.
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The next morning, Danny woke up, curled up next to a warm body. For a moment, he almost jerked back in surprise, before the memories came rushing back at the sight of the whipped cream can lying on the dresser table. A grin crept over his face, and he brushed the tip of his nose against the edge of her ear. She smelled faintly of coffee, like she always did, the caffeine addict. Coffee and that sweet scent that he only ever associated with her. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he bent his head and kissed the pale, naked slope of her shoulder, before falling back to sleep.