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Danny Worsnop - Trust (Smut)

A/N: So yeah, this is a reader(Y/N) x Danny Worsnop. Which I give props to DaPunkRockPeasant330 for requesting me to write it, so, I hope you enjoy. It's sort of kind of short due to my lack of laptop, so yeah. And since it's reader's point of view it's going to be a girl, so yeah... gomen.

Props to: DaPunkRockPeasant330

Reader's Point of View:

Danny and I have been dating for almost three years now, and I think I speak for both of us when I say we're madly in love with each other. But the thing is; I'm still a virgin. I know, I know, it's weird especially since we've been together for so long. It's not like he doesn't try, I don't think I'm ready yet.

"Come on Y/N, baby." Danny coos in my ear, "Aren't you bored of staying home all day?" He asks. To fill you in, Danny wanted me to go to a club with him and the guys since all I've done all day was sleep, eat, and watch Netflix--which I would still be doing if he hadn't come over.

"But I was just getting to the good part." I whine; he had made me stop in the middle of an episode of The Walking Dead. He chuckles and moves closer to me on the couch, playing with a lock of my hair.

He kisses my cheek before saying, "If you come with me, I'll make sure you'll have fun." He says it so seductively that I just can't help but shiver at the words. I sigh and groan. Reluctantly, I get up and head to the bathroom. "So does that mean you've changed your mind?" He calls after me in his adorable accent.

Just as I reach the doorway to the bathroom, I turn to him and give him a cheeky smile, "I'll be ready in five minutes." He groans, knowing that my version of 'I'll be ready in five minutes' is the same as him saying 'I'll be home in five minutes.' He wanted me to go, so he's going to suffer at least a little bit.

After about half an hour of showering, doing my hair and makeup, and picking out what I was going to wear, we were finally heading down to the club. By this time, it was around nine at night, so it was pretty dark and quiet, just giving the car ride an eerie feel. I'm so focused on how weird everything feels that I don't notice Danny put a hand on my thigh and start rubbing small circles on it. "What's wrong?" He asks once we get to a stop light.

I simply shrug, "Nothing. It just doesn't feel like summer, you know?" I reply looking out the window. I can feel him move his hand closer and closer to--for lack of a better word at the moment--area, surprising me. Instantly, I put my hand on his to stop him. I shoot him a look and he pouts. "N-not now." I stammer. He simply grins as he moves his hand from under mine.

"Y/N, come on, don't be such a killjoy." He says just above a whisper. I shake my head; I will forever be a killjoy [R.I.P MCR]!

"Danny, love; let's just get to where we're going." I say exasperated, he really wears me out with this whole pressure for sex. Either way, I still love him. We drive for a few more blocks before getting to the club. I get out of the car first, because I have no idea what Danny would do if we were alone for another second. I understand that he has needs, but I don’t know if I’m ready as of yet.

Danny catches up with me and we walk into the club together. Instantly I head over to the bar because after what just happened with Danny and I… I’m in desperate need of a drink.

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‘A drink.’ Was a understatement. Right now, I’m drunk off my ass, because I’m a big idiot. Why? Simple; I decided that is was a good idea to make a drinking game since there were a bunch of guys hitting on me for some reason. So, for every guy who would try to hit on me, I’d take a shot.

That was ten shots ago. I feel horrible, which made me come to the conclusion that I’m not good with alcohol. I look for Danny in the mess of bodies on the dance floor. When I don’t find him, I go and check around the dance floor, and sure enough, he’s being a wall flower. “What’s up, love?” He asks when I stumble over to him.