DannyPhantom.exe smut stories

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Pov- Y/N

[I haven't wrote smut in a while]
[TW!! knifes, scars, and blood]
[i should just post unfinished ones because I have millions of those.]
[KNIFE KINK] (I'm sorry it's been a long wait just been out of the whole writing loop)
[Quick knowledge- The waltz has three beats]
[I have no clue why I use "Pov-Y/N" if I only use pet names through the whole thing]
POV- Y/N
I stood over the ball room as I peered around for him. I need to find him as fast as I can so I can finally take him out and fulfill my mission. I could feel the cold metal of the dagger press against my leg as I started walking towards the stairs.
" Madam, would you like to dance with me," I knew who it was the instant he started talking. I grabbed the sea of fabric in my hands and started down the stairs. I didn't want to end him here. It would be to messy and way to many people would see. My heels clicked against the marble flooring as I reached the bottom. I could feel his stare now. Only because I had been informed of it. I stopped right at the bottom of the stairs and turned around to be faced with a cleaned up Danny.
"The last time I saw you, you were covered in dirt. I guess you can clean up you filthy dog." I gritted my teeth at the last part. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor were everyone was spinning and the layers of fabric covered the floor. When he stopped walking he spun me around and pulled me into him by my waist. He had perfectly positioned me to dance with him and I hated it. I had lost my power over him but not for long. He leaned into my ear and whispered.
"I'm not a dirty dog. I'm a king and you will be my queen." His breath was hot against my ear making me feel warm all over.
"Dont start this now. You know what I have to do." I spat back to make him remember his fate. We continued to spin around and around with the count of three.  The pianist started to slow the song down to a point of stopping only to play faster and faster. I turned to Danny one more time before leaving his grip and walking to one of the side hallways. As I thought he followed.
"There can't be any blood shed here sweetheart," He said as he took long strides to catch up with me. I started to slow my pace as I came to the balcony door. The windows were stained with a rusted yellow saying they were much older than they looked. Before I could grab the golden handle of the tall dark oak doors Danny spoke up.
"Give my your dagger," His voice was harsh this time. His annoyance was peeked at my response.
"Who do you think I am? A dog." I opened the door and stepped out into the cold air. The stars looked like salt on a black piece of paper. Everything was perfect. There was finally no one looking at the king or someone trying to sneak into our conversations. Just for them to pull the king away from my reach.
"You are my dog," He said as he pushed me against the railing. "You follow my rules," his voice grew darker with madness. "You obey me in these walls, Princess," as he spoke he kept on pushing me against the railing. How has he not lost it yet? Why isn't his knife digging into my neck as I spit snarky remarks back?
"If you want it you can just grab it," I pushed my leg into him to notify him of where it was. He looked at my leg then back at me. I smirked at his little reaction. As I did so he backed up a bit.
"Is the King scared now," I said straightening my back again so it wasn't pressed against the hard stone.
"If I was scared I wouldn't be here would I?" He was right if he was scared he would have called the guards and sent me away. So he wasn't scared he was excited. He wanted to see me powerless. He likes the idea of me submitting to him. He started to push against me again. Lifting my leg and pushing up the pool of fabric. The end of my dagger showed. He looked back at me as his hand reached further up my dress to grab the handle of the dagger. I can't show him that I have submitted after he takes my knife. I will still fight him if it means I will lose from the start. Instead of just taking the knife he decided to remove it from the garter and then run the tip of the blade down my thigh. It wasn't enough to brake skin but it raised goosebumps from where it had traveled. His eyes never left mine as he did so.
"We have made scars on each other that will be there until the end. All I ask is for this one night to be kinder than the others. No blood shed. Is all I ask and you come here with a dagger ready to fight." He backed way from me holding the dagger to his side. I knew he was never going to give it back. I screwed up and I could see it. He was going to cause me much pain now.
"Come with me," He said as he lead me back into the castle and down the hallway. We walked in the opposite way of the dancing people. As we walked we didn't say anything to each other. The only sounds were of the muffled piano and my heels clicking against the floors. His shoes were darn near silent so if he were to sneak up to me on the balcony instead of saying anything, he could of. He finally turned to a door and looked back to me.
"This is my office. Other than this one time you are never permitted to enter. Got it?" He was starting to look less submissive than I wanted. So I decided to be a smart ass.
" Am I able to enter your office again if I bring a dagger to your next ball?" I made my voice soft and sweet. He was pissed and I didn't help any. He opened the door and walked in. As I stepped through the doorway I took a look around at the office. It was filled wall to wall with books and paper. I knew he had to read and write a lot but I never knew that it was to this extent. I looked back at him to gage his emotions and how I should work around them. But when our eyes met he quickly turned around and locked the door. All of the warnings were right there. And now i'm without a weapon in a locked room with no where to go. I scanned the room again looking for something to use as a weapon but nothing caught my eye in time. Soon there was a cold metal pressed against my neck.
"You were never going to win this war." He was so close to my ear now that I could feel his breath. His other arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back into him.
"I'm not going to lose with out a fight either," I said as I tried to release myself from his grip but to no avail. He chuckled at my failed attempt.
"Oh looks who's powerless now," He removed the blade from my neck and let me go. I didn't have the chance to move before he spoke again this time quietly against my neck.
"You will do what ever I say tonight." I wanted to fight but some part of me wanted to know what he wanted me to do. He walked in front of me and pushed me backwards. My back hit one of the book shelves as he pushed his hand into one of the shelves to trap me. His other hand wrapped around my back and searched my back for the zipper which took him less than a few seconds to find. With out talking I knew what he wanted from me.
"Tell me you have dreamt of this too?" This was his was of asking if he has my consent to continue. I can't lie I have thought of this moment with him many times before. I have always secretly wanted to submit to him and 'lose' this battle between us.
"I may have thought of this times before," I won't admit to him fully that I have longed for this. He leaned in closer to me this time staring at my lips. My heart beat grew faster and faster is he couldn't hear it now then I would of called him deaf.
"You lust for me don't you?" He said as he looked back up at my eyes.
"I will never admit that to you," I spat back.
"Good thing you don't have to admit it." He connected our lips before I could try to protest. Our lips moved together like we both were waiting for way to long for this. He pulled away from me quickly and unzipped the back of my over the top ball gown. Under it I had a silk slip dress on.
"May I?" He whispered.
"Please," I begged showing him that I had in fact submitted to him for the first time. As soon as I said the word he pushed the fabric to the floor and left me in my short slip dress. He looked down at me taking all of me in. His hands went to my waist right away to pull me into him. We felt much closer now without the many layers of the dress in the way.
"You are so pathetic. Begging for me to kiss you as if you have never been touched in this way before." He connected our lips again and slowly moved down to my neck.
"I wanted you to touch me like this," I said breathlessly. As he continued to suck on the skin on my neck making marks for everyone to see. He stopped for a short moment.
"Jump." He said as he lowered his hands so when I jump up I wouldn't fall. I moved my hands from his chest to the back of his neck and jumped up. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. I looked down at him when I took charge and connected our lips. This time I pulled at his hair and he moaned against my lips. The feeling prompted me to moan back. He started to walk backwards until the back of his legs hit his old oak desk. He turned us around and placed me down. This time he stopped kissing me and rested his forehead on mine. My hands moved from the back of his neck to his abdomen. I traced the ridges with the tips of my fingers making him let out a shaky breath. I stopped at his belt trying to undo it but before I could he grabbed my hands and stoped me fully.
"I'm in charge here. Even if you can beat me on the battlefield doesn't mean you can take the same place here sweetheart." He said before he lifted the end of my dress so it would pool at my waist. I lifted my hips off the desk and took off the dress fully. My lingerie was a dark red color that contrasted with the light pink scars that litter my body. I'm sure he has the same ones all over his.
"Are all of these marks from me?" He asked even though he knew the answer all ready.
"Let's not hang on the past," I said before he could continue on his surprised reaction. He grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them above my head. Making me lay back on the desk. I pulled him at the waist with my legs because they were the only thing free. He then moved his hands so he was only holding my wrist with one hand his other fondled with his belt until it was undone and he could remove it. He then wrapped his belt around my wrist.
"Stay put," He said as he pulled away from me and stood up straight. He stared in to my eyes as he started to unbutton his nice shirt. For what was expected of the king to ware he was rather dressed down. He didn't have any gold buttons or any color for that fact. He wore a basic black suit. He made it look well. He then pulled my dagger from his waist band of his trousers. I didn't see him place it there. I looked at his bare chest as I saw many harsh pink marks. I didn't know that I had gotten so close to killing him many times before.
"I know why you haven't killed me yet," he said with a smirk. "It's because you like this fight. You like this pain that you feel," as he said that he started to drag the knife up my thigh. This time he pressed hard enough to draw blood. The warm blood started to coat my thigh as he bent down and kissed along the shallow cut. Why did this feel so nice? I moaned at the feeling as he grew closer and closer to the top of my thigh.
"Please," I didn't have time to stop myself from saying it and I don't even know why I said it in the first place.
"What do you want from me," He said as he looked up from the middle of my thighs.
"Just make me feel good," I pleaded. I needed him to do something and I needed it fast. He brought the knife up to my bra and he then placed the knife under it. As he brought the knife up in a quick motion he cut the fabric of my bra. Everything he did was with the knife. He pushed back the hair that had found its way in front of my face with the knife. He then kissed me again and then made his way further and further down my body. His hands were on either side of my body. When he got down to my underwear he pulled them down my waist and to the floor. The only thing left on my body was the red garter that use to carry my dagger. He then started back up but this time he kissed many of the scars that he has given me over the years. He unbuttoned his black pants and dropped then to the ground leaving him in only his underwear that made it clear that he was as needy as me right now.
"You can only cum when I tell you to, Okay?" He asked me before we went much further.
"Yes I understand," I said quickly so I could finally be relieved of this growing heat in my lower abdomen.
He kneeled down in front of the desk in between my legs. I felt the cool feeling of the metal press to my skin again. This time it was on the inner part of my thigh. He just slowly dragged the blade across the skin never digging it into me. It left a very faint sting after it was gone. His lips fallowed the path. The mix of the hot kisses and the sting of the blade was enough for me to let a moan slip from my lips. He then stood from his kneeling position to be face to face with me again. His fingers traced down my body to my hip and then traced even farther down only stopping when he had reached the middle of my thighs. First making a long strip down the middle and then back up.
"Fuck darling, your moans are so pretty," his voice was deep with lust.
All that was coherent to me was a few mumbled words. Every one of my senses were clouded by the feelings. Before I could enjoy the feeling much longer he removed his hand from me.
"Look at me while I fuck you," He said as he clutched my face to snap me out of my lust filled high.
I hadn't even seen him remove the last piece of fabric that stood between us. He was as hard as he could be. His hands wrapped around my thighs and then wrapped them around his own waist. This made him brush past my core. He sucked in a quick breath while I let another moan slip.
"Danny..." I couldn't think of anything else to say as I laid on the desk with my hand above my head.
"Yes..?" He asked as he thrusted into me with out time for me to adjust to the size.
"Mmh.. I-" I couldn't finish my sentence as a string of moans fell from my lips once more.
He continued his pace as he tried to ask me once more "What do you want?" But the words were spaced out because he was trying to hold back moans. The moans that still ended up slipping by were more of whimpers.
I could hardly keep my eyes open with out them rolling back in my head. Every time I tried to close them Danny would grab my jaw and force me to look at him. And every time I did my eyes would end up rolling back. My legs began to shake as I reached my high but since Danny had not reached his own I had to hold back. My legs shook as my walls clenched around him many times. He noticed quickly that I was very close so he pulled out.
"Not yet," He said and then went right back to fucking me.
This cycle went on for two or three more times until I was a moaning mess. All I needed to do was cum but I was constantly denied the pleasure. When we started again I could tell that Danny's pace had slowed and had become sloppy. I was reaching my high again so my walls clenched around him as we both rode out our highs. He collapsed on top of me all out of breath. He pulled away from me and grab a blanket that was sitting on the near by couch and quickly gave it to me.
"Cover up because we have a Ball to attend." His hair was a mess and he was still out of breath.
"I just want to stay here with you," I pleaded with him. I could hardly understand myself because I was growing to tired to even talk at this point.
"Okay, Okay" he said after he threw on his underwear and pants. After he walked up to my tired self and carried me to the couch and set me down. Before I fell asleep wrapped up in the blanket I felt a warm kiss being placed in my forehead.
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(i'm very tired so it's not good but it will have to do)
(I promise the next chapter won't be crap)
(I'm on a 10 hour road trip and i will be WRITING!!!!!!)