Jazz has studied Freud's theories enough to know exactly what he would think of the situation she's found herself in-- probably fucking hilarious.
It's not the most glamorous hiding spot she's found herself, but it'll do for what she needs it for. The fight is almost over, so if she's right (and she usually is) Danny will be coming into this very alley to change back into his human form.
Unfortunately, she was raised by scientists, and she decided the best course of action was, of course, to observe him. So.. she followed him one time, after a fight, when she knew he'd been holding for a better part of the afternoon, and hid as he detransformed.
He'd waddled forward a few steps, and breathed in sharply, hand reaching quickly for his groin, and Jazz couldn't help as her own reacted eagerly. She'd watched with wide eyes as Danny wet himself in that alley, and it sparked something so desperate, so needy in her.. she wasn't sure she was ever going to be able to stop it now that she had started.
It was like a routine for them now; Danny fights a ghost, Every so often, as he leaves, he'll glance around the alley, as if to double check he was alone. She wonders if he knows she's watching him wet himself, and the idea gets her off in bed that night so quick and hard that it leaves her dizzy and with spots in her vision.
Jazz knows it isn't sustainable, but she can't bring herself to care. Not when she has the most delicious orgasms after every single time, and not when it's so, so easy to slip into a crevasse between two buildings and watch to her heart's desire, like she is right now.
She knows she needs to wait until she's home to touch herself, but the anticipation is killing her, and Danny is squirming so prettily, so perfectly, like he's putting on a show just for her.
His hands are on his crotch, his face scrunched as he tries his absolute hardest to hold it in, his breaths coming out in short little pained pants.
Jazz rubs herself through her jeans, getting as close to the entrance of her hiding spot as she dares, when her foot hits something, and sends it clattering away from her. Danny opens his eyes and looks towards her, and she ducks back into the shadows, praying she was fast enough.
"..Jazz?" Danny asks hesitantly.
Jazz stays still for a moment, stays quiet. She hears Danny shuffle a little closer.
"Jazz.. if that's you.." he says, right next to the crevasse, "it's okay to come out. I won't be mad."
Jazz steals herself, and then slowly shuffles out of the crevasse, and Danny's big blue eyes settle right on her, a knowing smirk on his face. She blushes right up to her ears, and looks away.
"It's not what it looks like!" Jazz protests.
"It looks like you were watching me," Danny replies. He takes a sharp breath, and glances down for a half-second. "Is that true? Were you?"
Jazz nods dumbly, hands squeezing the hem of her sweater. She looks down at her feet, which feels safer than looking at Danny.
"Fuck.." he mutters, and she glances up just in time to see the hands on his crotch squeeze. "Was it on purpose? Jazz, be honest, please." She nods again, and Danny groans under his breath, closing his eyes tight.
"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I- I didn't mean to--"
"Jazz, you're reading it wrong," Danny interrupts. She opens her eyes, and looks at him, the way he was leaning against the wall but also towards her, looking still desperate but now his hand is on his groin in a less piss-desperate way in more of a.. She stares at the obvious bulge there, the way Danny's fingers were stroking it through his pants, right in front of her. It sends a little thrill straight through her, and she looks up at him again, full of hope.
He extends a hand to her, and she takes it, letting him guide her closer. She places a gentle hand overtop the outline of his cock, and his breath hitches. She finds the head, and slit, and massages it gently with the pad of her thumb through his jeans, watching gleefully, breathlessly, as he tips his head back in pleasure, and falls limp against her and the wall.
Jazz frowns. He must be bursting by now-- it has to hurt. She'll have to be quick. Her fingers find the button and zipper, but pause, eyes flicking back up to his. "Is this okay?" She.. knows that he can't legally consent. He's fourteen. The age of consent where they live is seventeen. She's looked it up. But.. with the way Danny's looking at her, she finds that she's okay fudging it a little.
Danny nods, looking her deep in the eyes, then dipping down just before leaning in close. Jazz closes the gap, albeit nervously, and presses their lips together. It makes her stomach flutter, and she pulls away for a brief moment with a smile before diving back in for more. They make out, all teeth and tongues and figuring out what to make of each other as Jazz undoes Danny's jeans blindly, and he jolts when her fingers graze over his hardness through only his thin boxers.
She pulls away from their kiss with a smile, looking down between them. "So sensitive."
"So it's on purpose?" Jazz asks. "The holding?" She smirks a little. Danny's ears flush. "You.. How long have you been watching?"
Jazz strokes her thumb gently down his shaft, where she could reach without pushing his jeans out of the way. "A while. And then every time after, I go home and get myself off thinking about it."
Danny breathes out raggedly, eyes squeezing closed. "You can't just say things like that," he whispers.
Jazz hums. "It's the truth. Haven't you heard me? I've been pretty loud. Just for you, baby brother." She strokes him again, and he lets out a strangled moan.
"Yeah.. yeah I heard.. but I.." he shakes his head. He pushes his jeans down, just far enough she has access to his whole cock, which she takes as an invitation to thumb over the head again, making him groan again. "I would jerk off listening to you," he admits. Jazz gently presses her thumb into his slit and he moans, tipping his head forward to lay it on her shoulder. He starts pressing open-mouthed kisses on her neck, nipping at her with his sharp canine teeth, making her breath catch.
Jazz peels his boxers down, exposing his cock to the air. She runs her thumb first over the slit, then starts stroking him up and down, slowly.
Jazz hums. "I know."
"
Jazz has been soaked this entire time already, steadily dripping into her underwear, but that comment.. she's never been so horny. She nods sheepishly, then captures his lips in a kiss again.
"Danny," she moans out, and he nips at her. "Need you."
His fingers find the top of her jeans, and open them, exposing her wet underwear to the cool alley air. He slips his fingers under the elastic, and further, and she moans as they reach exactly where she's been waiting for him to touch her. They slide easily through the slick she's been producing as he finds her hole.
"So wet," he marvels, biting the underside of her jaw gently.
"Have you ever..?" Jazz asks. "Like with Sam?" He gently starts pushing fingers up inside her, two once he realizes that she can take it.
"No.. she's wanted to.. but.." Danny presses a kiss to her cheek. "I wanted my big sister."
Jazz clenches around his fingers, tucked up inside her warm, tight cunt, and she buries her fingers in his hair. "So this is your first time?"
"Yeah," Danny admits. "Is it.. yours?"
Jazz shakes her head. "Do you remember when Johnny tries to take control of me.. so Kitty could possess my body?"
Danny's eyes widened. "You.."
Jazz looks down. "It was Kitty's influence on me, through her clothes. I.. wouldn't have done it otherwise."
"Jazz.."
"I.. don't wanna talk about that right now," Jazz decides, glancing at his hand. Danny nods, and leans in for a kiss. She opens her lips to let in his tongue, and he slips a third finger into her hole, making her gasp and arch into him as he brushes against her most sensitive spot.
He kisses down her neck, grazing it with his teeth, pumping his fingers in and out of her while she tries to remember how to breathe. She clings tightly to him with her hands in his hair, and a small whimper leaves her when he touches the tip of his cock to her empty hole by accident. "Yeah? You want it?"
"Danny, please," Jazz begs, scratching the back of his neck. Danny kisses her one more time, before gently prying them apart. She whines, but Danny pushes her front up against the wall and she understands when he starts rutting up against her ass. "Need you, Danny," she whispers.
"I know, Jazz," Danny groans, grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them, then looks at her dripping cunt, so precious, and all for him. He's gonna make Johnny wish he had never been born to touch her. He bends to lick a stripe up her pussy, making her pant out a quiet moan, and he watches with all the blood his body could spare going to his dick as her pussy flutters open and closed. He lines himself up, then gently pushes himself in as she moans, eyes rolling upwards in her head.
Danny slips his hands up to shove her shirt and bra up, revealing her breasts. He tugs on the nipples a little, making her choke on her breath.
"Danny, please, give me more," she begs quietly. Danny obliges, simultaneously twisting her nipples and pushing more of his cock into her. She groans, arching her back, and Danny pulls out just to thrust back in. He wishes he'd been brave enough to kiss her before now, so maybe he didn't have to just fap over the mere idea of her naked, and maybe he could've been seeing her naked the entire time, but he won't be taking it for granted now.
She slumps against the wall and lets him thrust into her over and over again, humping up into her warm, wet pussy, like that was all she was good for. The thought sends her over the edge, and she cries out as she squirts, wetting the front of Danny's jeans again.
He keeps pounding into her, panting, and Jazz takes it, eyes rolling into her head and pussy throbbing from overstimulation, until finally, he's cumming inside of her, and shoving it deeper with a few final thrusts.
He stops, breathing hard, but doesn't pull out. "Fuck.. I shouldn't have.."
Jazz shakes her head. "No.. no.. I wanted you to.." She reaches down to feel the cum slowly dripping out of her cunt, and clenches around him, softened after his orgasm. "Fuck. Danny.." She clenches around him again, fingers finding her clit to rub at. "I can't believe you just came inside of me.." she pants, closing her eyes.
She adjusts her bra and pulls her shirt back down, and he does up her pants for her. They're a complete mess; she has cum dripping into her underwear, but at least it doesn't look obvious that they had fucked other than her flushed cheeks and ruffled hair.
On her, at least.
He tucks himself back into his pants and Jazz runs her fingers through her hair to fix it and presses a kiss to his lips, before grabbing a light hold on his upper arm to guide him home like a scolded child. He could technically go invisible, sure, but.. maybe he liked the thrill of being seen like this in public. Jazz sent him off to clean himself up, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last time they fucked around.