This is a Dan Stevens one shot that was requested by a friend of mine. If you’d like more content like this feel free to make requests in my Ask. All the love xx
Update 4/1/2017: Edited and added a few things.
Warning! Rated M. Proceed at your own risk.
“Dan, hurry up and shower! We’re running late!” you shout, slipping into part of your white lingerie set for the evening. You look over at the gorgeous, satin dress hanging from the door of the wardrobe. It had been purchased for the gala that evening but in all honesty you’re just eager to slip into it and see Dan’s reaction.
You hear footsteps padding into the room. “Alright alright, hopping in now- oh,” he falters, giving a guttural groan as you feel his eyes drag up and down your body. “You look… ravishing, darling.” He professes, giving a playful wink.
You allow yourself to revel in his admiration for a moment, your face flushing with heat, before cutting his fun short. “You- shower- now!” You scold, rushing over and practically shoving him into the bathroom, pulling the door shut quickly so he can’t get a word in edgewise.
Walking back to the foot of the bed you hear the shower turn on and Dan whistling on the other side of the door. You look down to where the rest of the lingerie waits to be donned, toying with one of the straps on the garter belt. As you pick up the garment you hear the bathroom door open, the sound of running water intensifying. His soft foot steps, almost inaudible, give you no chance to scold him again before his finger tips are ghosting over your arm, his breath at your neck sending shivers down your spine.
“Hmm, white,” he whispers, his breath tickling the back of your neck, “what an interesting choice.” he says, every consonant like the sharp rapping on a door. His right hand glides back down your arm, landing on your hip where you feel his finger tips digging into you with an almost territorial hunger. His left arm reaches up and pulls your hair away from your neck, nuzzling your skin with his nose as if asking permission before pressing a warm kiss against your skin.
“And why is that?” You ask as you melt into him, your voice sounding as languid as your body feels. You lean into his touch and can tell he is wearing nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. You long to turn around and peer greedily at your very own Adonis but his grip on you, body and soul, is too firm.
As he kisses and nibbles at the sensitive skin behind your ear he lets out a delicious little chuckle, the sensual proximity of the sound causing a rush between your legs.
“Well, in just about every literary work, white is the archetype of innocence. But- I know you…” he trails off, his hand releasing your hip and moving down towards your center, his finger tips edging past the hem of your panties. “You’re a lot of things…. But-“ he pauses, his fingers making contact with your sensitive clit, making you gasp and tilt your head back in delight. “Innocent is not one of them.” He growls hungrily, watching your expression, taking pride in his effect on you. He kisses your shoulder tenderly, his fingers moving in tantric circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Before you have a moment to snap out of your aroused daze he spins you around, picking you up at your thighs and throwing you over his shoulder.
“Dan! What are you doing? We have to be somewhere!” you yelp as he carries you away from the bed.
“The gala can wait, love. I need you. Now.” He exclaims, giving your bottom a playful spank.
He walks you over to the shower and stops just outside, dropping his towel and giving you an incredible view of his rear. Before you can protest he walks into the shower, stepping under the stream of water and sets you down, soaking your lingerie all the way through.
“You could have at least let me take this off, you know.” You say in a scolding tone. But when you look up to meet his gaze, the wet undergarments are suddenly the least of your worries. The way he is appraising your body, watching the water droplets roll off of your skin, reminds you of when a predator stalks its prey, his effervescently blue eyes dark with desire.
You don’t have a moment to breathe before he rushes you, his body pressing you against the cold shower wall. Your body goes into momentary sensory shock at the contrasting temperatures, his lips crashing down on yours with intense passion. His kisses are urgent and strong, but still all the while soft and tender, his hands caressing either side of your face. You can feel him already erect, pressing against your thigh, and your body flushes knowing how eager you make him.
His lips pull away from yours, trailing down your jawline and neck to the hollow of your collarbone, his tongue tracing figure eights against your warm skin. He reaches up and hooks his fingers under your bra straps, sliding them gently down and over your shoulders until your breasts are bare to him. His eyes travel down and take in the sight before him, biting his lip in temptation before grasping one of your breasts, giving your nipple gentle flicks. He leans down and attaches his lips to your other breast, painting you tenderly with kisses and suckling your skin before wrapping his lips around your nipple. You gasp at the symphony of sensations and run your hand through his hair, reveling in the way he pleases you.
Realizing your bra still hangs loosely around your waist you reach behind you, unhooking the clasps and tossing the garment aside. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the shower wall, letting yourself truly feel everything. Before long he begins traveling down your body until he is on his knees before you, ready to worship your body like a goddess. Grasping the hem of your panties he tugs down, pressing kisses along your lower abdomen as he rids you of your final garment and carelessly tosses them aside.
“Now darling,” he says, breaking you from your focus. You look down to see him kneeling in front of you as you suspected, his hair drenched from the stream beating on his back, water cascading over his shoulders. “Can you promise to do one thing for me?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. You nod, your body giving a shudder in response to the way his voice rumbles so close to your center. “Mmm good girl,” he groans, pressing a soft kiss to the other side, your body jolting once more in response. “Here’s what I want you to do. No matter what I do, do not break eye contact with me. Understand?” You quickly give a nod, your need for him and you desire to obey toe-in-toe with each other.
You do as instructed, keeping eye contact as intently as possible as he leans in and presses the pad of his tongue against your center. Under normal circumstances he would have had your head tilting back in pure ecstasy with just that initial contact, but you struggle not to let your eyes roll into the back of your head. The corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk, his tongue still pressed against you as he sees your internal battle. He drags his tongue up your sensitive slit before closing his mouth around your clit and giving a gentle suck. Your breath catches in your throat as he chuckles and groans, his vibrations rattling through your core.
He grasps your thigh and hitches it up to rest on his shoulder, his fingers reaching up to tease your entrance. You’re finding it hard to breathe in the midst of your concentration but when you feel one of his strong fingers enter you a passioned gasp rattles from your lungs. You stay true to your promise, once again seeing the upturn of his smirk, his beard scratching deliciously against your tender skin as he practically devours you. Broken from your concentration for a moment, you notice his left arm moving slightly and look down to see him gripping his cock tightly, pleasuring himself simultaneously. The sight before you is enough to send you teetering over the edge but you hold back, determined to savor every bit of pleasure he is giving you.
You know you’re getting closer to the edge and he can sense it as well, feeling your thigh quivering on his shoulder. He adds a second finger and begins thrusting them in and out of you deeper and quicker, his tongue still swirling around your swollen clit. With every thrust he curls his fingers up inside of you, trying desperately to hit the one spot he knows will do you in completely. You feel the familiar tightening in your abdomen and reach your hand out, entangling it in his wet hair to ensure he doesn’t break away. His eyes are shining wildly, the sight before him clearly driving him mad. His fingers finally make contact once-twice-three times and the tightness inside of you springs like a coil, sending you spiraling over the edge. You can no longer keep your promise and throw your head back, moaning and shouting curses as your body trembles in pure ecstasy, your orgasm rocking through your entire body. Your chest is heaving as he sees you through your climax, his tongue still working its magic on your now too sensitive clit.
Once he’s satisfied with his work and you’ve stopped trembling involuntarily he stands to meet you, wrapping his hands under your thighs and hoisting you up against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist and he takes your face in his hands. Kissing you deeply he collides his tongue with yours, letting you taste yourself on him as he groans into your mouth.
He pulls away, the water from his hair running down his face in little droplets. “God you taste delicious.” He growls.
A moment later, once he has positioned himself under you, you drop your hips and let him slide deep inside. You love seeing the way he falls apart under you, his mouth going slack-jawed and his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he gives a gentle groan of relief. He pushes into you, using the wall for support as he thrusts, the cracking sound of skin to skin echoing between the tiled walls. You grip his shoulder, your fingers digging into his muscles as they ripple under his skin with each movement. Leaning forward he presses his lips against your neck, kissing and biting his way from one side to the other, his heavy breaths fanning out across your skin.
You feel yourself slipping down the tile and when Dan notices he hoists you up and grips you tightly before gently lowering you down to the floor of the shower, still inside you. Without warning he begins thrusting again, but harder and deeper than before. The sudden contact makes you moan with pleasure, feeling him grind down on your clit with each thrust. He leans back on his ankles, gripping your thighs and gyrating his body against yours. Seeing the way his body moves against yours, his muscles rippling in waves and his brow furrowed in hungered determination, gives you the extra push you need to reach a second orgasm. You reach one hand down to touch yourself while you tease your breasts with the other, all the while keeping fierce eye contact with Dan. The corner of his mouth turns up and his eyes spark with primal desire at the sight of you pleasing yourself as he takes you. His hand ghosts up your leg, gripping your ankle before pressing his lips to your skin and kissing down to your knee. He repeats on the other leg, giving your skin playful little nips, his beard scratching your skin in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Once you’ve had fun with yourself he leans forward, knowing you’re close, and rolls his body deliciously against yours. He is hitting hard and deep, your bodies colliding together in perfect and succinct harmony. There is a constant stream of water dripping from his hair like a halo and you look up to see those cerulean eyes of his looking down at you, awash with a mixture of need and tenderness. He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours as he picks up his pace a little. He reaches down, caressing your thigh and wrapping your leg around his waist.
“See love? You’re not innocent, at least not for me” he says playfully, giving a harder thrust. You throw your arms around his back, your nails digging into his skin making him groan with lust.
“At the end of the day I’m yours and yours alone, innocent or otherwise.” you moan, your lips brushing against his gently.
He grips your thigh again, tightly this time, and leans on one elbow to caress your face, his forehead still pressed against yours. “Good.” he growls, his voice full of need and desperation. He begins thrusting harder and faster, letting his lips brush against yours as he practically drives you into the floor. You feel that familiar tightening again and he kisses you passionately, swallowing your erratic moans.
“Come for me, love. Be a good girl and come for me.” he says, grunting as he thrusts into you, your wet skin smacking together in beautiful synchronicity. His words alone send you careening over the edge, your back arching off of the tiled floor as he continues to thrust deep inside of you.
“Oh my god, Dan! Fuck!” you moan erotically. Your nails dig deeper into his skin as the waves of pleasure course through your body, making him groan in response and triggering his ultimate undoing. His movements become erratic, his breaths against your skin ragged as he groans deeply and you open your eyes to watch the man you love fall apart. His eyes are squeezed shut, his brows furrowed, and his mouth slack-jawed in erotic euphoria. When he stills he finally opens his eyes and they are almost sparking with electricity, the blue and flecks of silver dancing together in reckless abandon.
He leans down, pressing a firm kiss against your lips before pulling away and staring at you, searching your face for the answer to what would next leave his mouth. “I love you so incredibly much, you know that right?” he asks, his lips parting and mouth upturning to reveal his radiant smile. Maybe it wasn’t Helen of Troy whose face launched a thousand ships. Maybe it was this man above you, the man you just made love to, and whom you love very much.
“I think I might have some idea.” You answer coyly. “I love you too, Dan.” you add, smiling and leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
“You know, it might be too late to make it to the gala on time.” he says, feigning upset.
“I blame you entirely for this, I hope you know.” you respond, cocking an eyebrow in contest.
Sigh. “Fair enough.” he says, sitting up.
“It is too late to go now, in truth.” you say with a groan, sitting up beside him. “Although, I’ve just had a thought. I know we’ve just gotten clean but… maybe we can spend some time… getting dirty?” you imply, kissing his shoulder and giving it a playful bite. When you look up, the sense of undeniable hunger has returned to his eyes and before you have a chance to react he pounces on you with a guttural growl, wanting and needing more of you.