Arny and Danny Imagines

Again

A/N: For Grace! Thank you for being supportive of my writing, I appreciate you reading and I'm so happy we're friends 🥰

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Mentions: Breeding, Praise/Degradation, Overstimulation, Aftercare

Grace POV:

I didn't know how, and I honestly didn't care, but he was carrying me as we made our way towards the bedroom. His lips were latched onto my neck, occasionally nipping at it as he continued to leave marks. I moaned quietly as he kicked the door open, damn near breaking it off the hinges.

He stepped in, moving to meet my eyes as he smirked before tossing me onto the bed and tearing off his shirt, crawling between my legs and tearing off my shorts and underwear. I tried to sit up but his arm came up to push me back down onto the bed.

"I've been waiting for this all fucking night. Stay. Down." He growled. I gasped as his tongue met my dripping entrance, flicking over my throbbing clit and causing me to jump. He groaned, his hands wrapping around my hips and pinning them to the mattress.

He began a ruthless pace, alternating between my soaking wet lips, teasing his tongue around the entrance, before moving back to my almost oversensitive clit. My head thrashed back and forth as my moans filled the room but he never let up. I looked down as his eyes locked on mine while he stopped for a moment. I began panting, trying to catch my breath as he licked his lips.

"You have no idea how good you taste." He whispered before he dove back in. I groaned and tried to arch my back, move away, anything to get some kind of a break, or slow him down but he simply held onto my hips, holding me in place as I cried out. I could feel my orgasm building at an alarming rate, my legs beginning to shake.

"Ar...ny...ple...please....close...so close...can't-" I felt a wave of heat and pleasure roll through my body as I cried out, cumming hard. I felt my back arch off the bed, my hands clench the sheet, my feet dig into the bed as I came. He didn't let up. He simply sighed as he ate every last drop.

I began whining as he continued, moving my hand to try and push his head away weakly.

"Arny, please...too much..." He pulled away and smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he came up to kiss me. He unbuttoned his pants, taking them and his boxers off before helping me with my shirt, staring at me for a moment before quickly flipping me over so that I was face to face with myself in the mirror.

"Look at you. Such a dirty little slut, all ready for me." He said, slapping my ass once, causing me to gasp. I went to move onto my hands and knees but as I got to my elbows, he whispered into my ear.

"Be a good girl and stay down. Can you do that sweetheart?" I nodded, my mouth hanging open as I stopped. He slowly kissed down my back, his hand moving to my hair as he pulled it so I was forced to look at us both in the mirror.

"Such a good little slut. You'll listen to anything I say, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir." I whimpered. He groaned as he stroked himself a few times before slamming his cock deep inside me. I cried out as he began thrusting, one hand on my hip so he was pulling me to meet his thrusts every time.

"Such a fucking dirty whore. Just good for taking my cock, nothing else." I couldn't do anything, my mouth hanging open in silent moans as I tried holding myself up. Our eyes locked onto each other's in the mirror as he looked at me with a fake sympathetic smile.

"Poor fucking bitch. You look so pathetic." He let go of my hair, pushing my head forward so it dropped as his other hand moved to my hip, gripping both as he quickened his pace, his breath getting heavy.

I gripped the sheets below me as I finally caught my breath enough to let out a quiet whimper, feeling his thrusts stuttering as he came inside me with a low moan. I thought that was the end of it as I drew in a shallow, ragged breath before he quickly flipped me into my back, slamming back into me, putting my legs on his shoulders. I whined as I threw my arms above my head, my eyes tearing up as I felt my second orgasm building.

"Shut the fuck up and take it, slut." He growled in my ear as he began his brutal pace again. I could hardly take it as I came, hard, around his dick. I was seeing stars, moaning and crying out as he continued thrusting, one hand holding himself up, the other coming up to grab at my throat.

"Such a dirty girl, making a mess everywhere. God you look so fucking pathetic." As my orgasm faded, my body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve was stretched tight and I could barely catch my breath. Gasping, I reached to grab his wrist. I was almost ready to use our safe word, I couldn't take much more, but then his thrusts became unsteady, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hand moved away from my neck. He bent down, his lips meeting mine as he came, a low groan sounding from the back of his throat as he filled me once again.

We lay there together for a long moment, panting, before I felt my eyes involuntarily begin to close.

"Grace...heart...sleep yet." I heard Arnys voice as I slipped in and out of consciousness. I forced my eyes to open and saw him standing by the bed, his worried expression changed into a soft smile. He had thrown on a pair of sweatpants at some point, and wiped me down, covering me with a blanket. I smiled sleepily at him as he crawled over next to me, kissing my forehead and pulling me close.

"You did so well, my love. I'm so proud of you."

"Did...did good?" I mumbled, still not quite awake.

"You were perfect, baby girl. You did so well for me." He said happily as he gently stroked my cheek. I smiled softly as I closed my eyes.

"Was kinda fun..." I muttered as I fell asleep. Arny kissed my lips softly.

"We'll definitely do it again sometime." He whispered to himself with a smile.