A word to the reader: This story contains heavy smut, including sexual toys and (or, really, culminating in) bondage. If you find either of these topics uncomfortable, please, I beg you: do not read this story.
Also, the actual lemon is in chapter two. This chapter sets up the veil-thin plot. If you're not interested in the plot and only wanna read the smut, please, skip to chapter two.
That is all.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: DannyXSam, TuckerXValerie if you squint
Length: Part One: Approx. 2,000 words. Part Two: Approx. 3,000 words.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom
Danny Fenton was frustrated. It was to be expected, really. He was twenty-seven years old, engaged to the most wonderful woman in the world (who also happened to be his best friend), Sam Manson, and he was possibly the most famous man to ever exist. Saving the world from a giant green asteroid can do that for you.
But it was not any of those things that found him pacing the length of his kitchen one Thursday night. He was nearing the end of the third hour of this activity, fairly certain he was travelling in a rut two feet deep. He could not bring himself to stop, though; so long had it been that he'd gone without being intimate with his future wife. She'd been gone for nearly three weeks, her law firm sending her out to contest some big-wig oil drilling company attempting to gain custody of some wildlife sanctuary. He was so incredibly proud of his fiancée and the impact she was making on society, but after three weeks of nothing but tissues, Vaseline, and the dim glow of his laptop, he was fairly certain he was going to lose his mind. Thankfully, she was due back the very next evening.
There was nothing in the world that came even remotely close to invoking the sense of reckless, wild passion Sam drove him to when they slept together. The pacing started when the wind blew through the curtains in a way that sounded eerily similar to the throaty sigh that escaped Sam's chest right after she came down from the high of an intense orgasm. He'd immediately hardened in his jeans, and after scoffing at himself for getting turned on by the wind, he leapt out of the seat he'd been lounging in and started in his circle.
He growled in heightened frustration, ignoring his half-hearted erection. Not only had it been over three weeks since he'd had her, but in the months leading up to those lonely nights, they'd grown stagnant. He felt that unbidden, though not unfamiliar sense of dread seep through him. Every time they did it, everything was the same: the same foreplay, the same positions. They'd never even done anything outside of the bedroom they shared in the apartment he'd lived in since he was twenty-two. Not only that, but Sam was always the one to initiate it. Granted, Danny did occasionally find himself nibbling on her earlobe while she tried to focus on whatever movie she was supposedly watching, but every time she eventually gave up and moved to the bedroom, it was he who was pushed back on the bed, he who was straddled, he who was used to fulfill her own wanton desires. And while he found the view of her moving up and down on top of him, breasts bouncing each time she slammed her hips down and ass fitting perfectly into the palms of his hands, he never could feel the desire to ravish her quiet. It sat like a dull weight in his chest, igniting and expanding each time she peered up at him through her lashes with those sultry, 'fuck me' eyes.
He froze in his steps as a sudden memory hit him. The night after Sam departed for her journey, Valerie had appeared at his front door, obviously drunk. In her hand, she held a conspicuous package wrapped in tasteful gold paper.
"This is for Sam," Valerie managed to slur between hiccups. "Make sure she gets it when she gets back, 'kay?"
Danny took the package and shook it slightly, feeling something rather solid jerk around against whatever padding the box concealed. "What is it?" Danny asked, arching an eyebrow as Valerie stumbled and seized his doorway to keep from falling over.
She leaned forward, uncomfortably close, the smell of tequila rolling off of her so strongly it almost made Danny choke. "'S a vibrator," She whispered, before tossing her head back and giggling. "She's gonna kill me for it!" Valerie squealed, oblivious to the way Danny had frozen there in the doorway. "But shhh," She held her shaking hand up to her lips, pressing her index finger to her mouth. "Don't tell Danny,"
The elevator down the hall dinged and the doors slid open, allowing Tucker to dart out. The moment his eyes landed on Valerie's stumbling form, he groaned. "Val, what are you doing?" He asked, jogging down the hall toward her.
"I was jus' dropping something off for Sam," She whined, stamping her foot. "I told you not to worry,"
"Yeah, that was before Jazz called and said you left the bar completely shit faced. C'mon, Val, lemme take you home," He tucked her beneath his arm, throwing an apologetic look over his shoulder at Danny, who was still too shocked to do anything more than raise a hand in farewell.
The package had been sitting on the table by the front door ever since. Danny darted out of his kitchen and raced toward it, excitement already pulsating through his veins. With little pretense, he ripped the gold paper off and tore the box open, sending the vibrator flying out and clattering to the wooden floor. He stilled instantly, eyeing the device cautiously.
It did not look like much. It was perhaps six inches long, shorter than his member, with one end that tapered and the other that flattened out. He supposed that this end was the one that stayed on the outside, stopping the entire device from being swallowed up. It was a non-offensive black, which he was certain Sam would appreciate. He stooped and picked it up, surprised at its' weight. Turning it over in his hand, he could not help but wonder how it brought such pleasure to women. That is, until he twisted the knob.
Immediately it began vibrating in his fist. His eyes widened for a moment, before a wicked grin spread across his face. He remembered the first time he decided to try fingering Sam years before, wondering how on earth his short, stubby fingers could ever pleasure her, just to have her cum after three shallow pumps of his middle finger. If she was that sensitive to his finger, he'd have her in a pile of goo in no time flat with this thing.
How can I get her to agree to this? He wondered as he turned the humming device over in his hands. She's never gonna do this willingly, she likes being in control way too much.
He twisted the knob back, shutting the vibrator off, and bit his lower lip. While he was perfectly happy and satisfied letting Sam control their bedroom encounters, part of him yearned to make her scream. Really, truly scream. He wanted to make her writhe in pleasure, to gasp and shudder and quiver under his touch. He wanted to be the one in control, if only for once.
Before he could change his mind, he yanked his phone out of his pocket and dialed Valerie's number. He was torn between praying she would answer and hoping she wouldn't.
"Hello?" Her voice rang clear and true. He sighed.
"Hey, Val, it's Danny. Listen, I need to ask you a...weird question,"
"Shoot, ghost boy."
"Where did you buy the vibrator for Sam?"
Silence. He pulled the phone away from his ear, checking to see if they'd somehow been disconnected, to find that they hadn't. "H-how did you know about that?" She spluttered seconds after he pressed his phone back to his face.
"You told me what it was the night you dropped off over here," He deadpanned.
"Shit. That explains where I left it, at least. I was afraid I'd lost it. I was gonna go back and buy another one tomorrow. Jesus, I'm sorry, Danny. It's a gag gift, really, I planned on giving it to her before her bachelorette party..."
"It's fine," He said dismissively. "I really need to know where you got it, though,"
"Why?" She asked, voice suddenly ringing with suspicion. "What are you up to?"
He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't need to tell you about my sex life with Sam, thanks."
"Oh, come on, Sam's my best friend. We tell each other everything."
Danny paused. "Everything?"
"Everything. Tell me what you're planning and I'll be able to tell you with an incredible amount of accuracy how she'll respond."
He could tell he'd been cornered. He sighed. "Well...I mean...she's always...pretty...uh..."
"Dominant, I know. She does top a lot," Valerie said, her tone light, as if they were discussing the forecast for tomorrow's weather. "I take it you don't like that?"
"No no! It's not that I don't like it, believe me, I like it, it's just..." He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. "I don't know. Lately we've been doing the same old things and then she's been gone for three weeks and...I just wanted to spice things up."
"Oh," He heard her laugh. "Well, did you have anything in mind?"
"The vibrator, actually," Danny turned to stare at the device, sitting innocently on the table beside the remains of its' original package.
"You opened it?" Valerie shrieked.
"Oh, shut up, it's not like I didn't know what it was gonna be." He rolled his eyes. "I want to use this on her, but I can't imagine her just taking her pants off and laying back and letting me...you know..."
"You ever thought about using bondage?" Her voice was light again, all traces of rage vanished.
He felt his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "Uh, like..."
"Y'know, ropes, leather cuffs, that sort of thing. Tying her down to the bed or something," He heard her bite into something crunchy. "It's actually a secret fantasy of hers."
"It is?" Danny asked, unable to conceal the wonder in his voice. "Why didn't she ever tell me about it?"
"You never ask," He could picture her shrugging indifferently. "She's got tons of fantasies, but she talks about bondage the most. Not the hardcore BDSM stuff, mind you, just a little restraining."
"Oh," he squeaked. He was having a hard time getting the image of Sam nude, tied down to the bed, completely exposed to him, bent to his will. His erection was back in full-force. "D-do they have stuff like that where you got the vibrator?"
"Oh, yeah, tons of it. I can go with you, if you want,"
"No." Danny said firmly. "I'm not going to take you to a sex shop so that you can help me shop for bondage stuff for Sam. Sorry, Gray, ain't happening."
"It's a really discreet little place with a back entrance and everything. I can pick you up and we can go the long way in my car. I promise you, no one will even see you." Her voice was soothing, almost lulling. "Come on, Danny, you don't honestly think you can do this on your own, do you?"
He knew somewhere he was supposed to be offended by that statement, but all logical thought had left him. "No, I can't," He murmured.
"That's right. That's what you need me for. I know what she'll like, okay? Trust me."
"Okay," He heard himself say.
"Excellent. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning at ten."
He hung up without saying goodbye. His erection was at full attention, straining against the zipper of his jeans, begging to be released. His entire body was numb, thoughts lost in the haze of lust and anticipation. With practiced, almost mechanical movements, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his ankles, before pushing his boxers down to join them. He stepped away from the pile of discarded clothes and almost floated to the bedroom. He emptied himself rather hard that night, crying out against his pillow and imagining how Sam would soon be crying out with him.
