#daniel requests

[minhyuwun]

hello ^^ i want to request #28 + #8 with daniel

prompt: (28) pretend relationship + (8) “I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody.”

genre: fluff????? i think

“Daniel,” you look down, refusing to see his upcoming reaction. “This has to stop.”

“What?” He yelps. You feel his body shift towards your direction. “Why?”

“I can’t…” you mutter. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t bear the thought of attending your best friend’s wedding as your fake girlfriend! To me, that’s a huge deal and it’s all feeling…” you finally look at him. “Too real.” You feel your heart sink as breathing gets harder with each passing second. You were afraid to lose him. But it was better than getting to keep him in a forced relationship.

“Are you afraid?” He asks. The look on his face was cold, too hard for you to read.

“Afraid of what?” You stitch your eyebrows together.

“Of all of this becoming real?” He moves closer towards you. The both of you stand inches apart.

“No,” you retaliate. “But I am afraid,” you look at him dead in the eye. “That all of this is fake.” Your feelings begin to overwhelm you as it lets a single tear escape your eye. “I know I sound stupid right now because I agreed to this fake relationship in the first place, but…” You manage to laugh out of disbelief, “I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody.”

Daniel continues to stand there in front of you, a blank look on his face, unable to move. “What?” He says in a low whisper.

“I said what I said, Daniel,” you shrug your shoulders. “I don’t like that everything that has happened within the past month was fake. I don’t like that everything you’ve told me in front of everyone we know was fake. I don’t like that I thought I was strong enough to do this, because I’m not.” You desperately wipe away your tears as if it would make the pain go away.

“I…” He stutters. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” you look down once again. “Daniel, we’re not getting any younger, and I don’t want to spend a huge chunk of my life being in love with someone I’m not even sure is in love with me. I’m sorry.” You turn around, on your way out the front door of his apartment. Unable to take another look at him.

Before your hand reaches the door knob, Daniel quickly grabs you by the arm, turning you to face him in one swift motion. The inches that separated the both of you earlier has been reduced to an inch. You could feel Daniel’s heavy breathing with his chest pressed against yours.

“Wh-“ you were cut off as Daniel plants his lips on yours.

Immediately wanting to deepen his kiss, he aggressively slides his tongue into yours–and you don’t hesitate to let him overpower you in this moment. Daniel’s hand finds it way at the back of your neck, tugging on your hair lightly. While his other hand is placed firmly on your back, keeping your bodies close. You were surprised as he suddenly breaks the heated moment, “You told me I didn’t have to say anything.” He tells you with a smirk on his face. “I love you,” his eyes bore into yours. “Maybe we were too afraid before, but I’m not afraid anymore. Stay with me for tonight and for the rest of my life, babe?” He gives you a hopeful smile.

“S-Sure…” you blink a few times, making sure that all of this were in fact, real. “I don’t know what to say,” you don’t remove your hand from touching your lip.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he winks. “Come with me to pick out a suit for the wedding tomorrow?” He asks you and you quickly nod as you continue to fiddle with your lip. He chuckles at the still surprised look on your face. He immediately grabs your hand as he drags you towards the bedroom, excited for what is yet to come.

[minhyuwun]

Omg. Smut 5 6 13 please with Daniel. You dont know how I have been dying DYING to read a public ehem. LOL. the riskier the better! Omg! Ilysm!

oh no i feel like i’ve been writing too much daniel smut lately lmao anyway i hope i did ur request some justice anon! i guess u could say seeing the update on instagram…helped. dsjdsjkd anyway thank u for sending this in! i hope u like it 😬

prompt: (smut #5) “Try to stay quiet, understand?” & (smut #6) “We’re in public, you know.” & (smut #13) “You’re so much fun to touch.”

You thought tonight was the right time to wear the fancy dress Daniel got you for your anniversary last year. You haven’t really opened the box yet, but seeing the name plastered on it in gold lettering gives away how much it cost him to get it.

You had no trouble opening it, and when you do, you were greeted with the most lavish black silk you have ever seen. It glimmered under your bedroom lights. You quickly whisk it away from inside the box, letting it cascade down your bed. “Oh, wow. I have got to try this on!”

The private estate’s main entrance doors open upon your arrival. It was your parents’ wedding anniversary dinner and they definitely did not hesitate splurging. Distracted from eyeing the decor, you fail to recognize that everyone’s eyes were already glued on you. Your hair put up in a loose ponytail, wanting to emphasize how the dress boldly displays just the perfect amount of skin. And of course your favourite part, the dress’ slit which stops just right above your upper thigh, that meekly hikes up whenever you walk. You were always shy of your body, but you decided tonight was going to be different. Thanks to your boyfriend, Daniel, who thought you would look good in this.

Before you could proceed to the main dining hall, a hand slithers its way around your waist. You were greeted with this strong musky scent, hinted with just a sheer drop of coconut. “I knew it would look perfect on you,” he whispers in your ear. “Too perfect.”

You let go of his grip and turn to face him, “Thank you.”

“No, thank you for wearing it, gorgeous.” He says with a smile. You grab his hand and intertwine his fingers with yours, leading him towards the dining hall.

You let your phone out and scroll on your Twitter feed, getting easily bored from all the small talk. “Bored?” Daniel asks. You nod without turning to look at him. “Let’s play a game,” he suggests. Daniel’s hand slowly glides up your thigh, easily making its way through your dress’ slit. “I knew this would come in handy,” he says. You continue to ignore Daniel, knowing how he usually loves to kid around, or you know, maybe the feeling of his hand up your thigh gives you an incredible feeling.

He continues to rub his thumb in circles on your thigh. You don’t budge. “Are you ready?” he asks in a deep voice.

Finally, you turn to face him. “We’re in public, you know.”

“Well, that’s what table cloths are for, princess.” He chuckles. “You…” His hands suddenly slip higher, close enough, but not quite. You squirm, squeezing his hand with your thighs. “Are so much fun to touch.”

“Daniel, please. My entire family–and might I add, your mother, is here.” You were practically glaring at him now. Trying not to let your whispers get too loud.

“I don’t see you restraining,” he says, cocking his eyebrow. Suddenly, you feel his hand move your underwear to the side. Exposing your already wet cunt. “In fact, I don’t feel you restraining.” Honestly, this was actually turning you on. The thought of Daniel getting impatient and wanting to feel you right then and there despite the circumstances was pretty fucking hot, you thought to yourself.

You place your hand over his, not removing it, just to make it seem like you were innocently holding hands under the table. You slowly lean your head on his shoulder, “Fuck you, Daniel.” You tell him with a smile, careful enough to only let him hear it, making sure you smile at the others around the table as well.

“Aren’t you two so sweet? Someday, we’ll be attending your anniversary just like this,” your aunt tells you. “If we are, of course, still alive.” Everybody laughs, even Daniel, but not quite at your aunt. He laughs at the feeling of your thighs quivering with every contact his thumb makes on your clit.

“Jesus, fuck,” you whisper under your breath. Cautious with every move you make, struggling to keep yourself contained in public. You jerk your head back. Wanting nothing but to scream Daniel’s name.

“Careful, sweetheart. We don’t want them to know our little secret game, do we?” Daniel looks at you with nothing but pure mischief and amusement written on his face. You know he was enjoying this game of yours. Him in control of everything you’re feeling–especially now that you’re in public. “Try to stay quiet, understand?”

“You son of a-“ your words were cut off when he quickly inserts two of his fingers inside of you. His sudden contact with your weak spot causes a loud yelp from you, “Ah!” you scream and suddenly the entire table is focused on you. “I dropped my phone!” you tell them promptly. “It’s fine, I’ll get it later,” assuring them with a smile.

You hear Daniel laugh beside you, “I told you, try to stay quiet.” He removes his fingers from you, and in less than a second he puts it back again. He repeats this motion. Again and again and again. Getting rougher with each push, and messier with each pull. Your juices were practically dripping out as his fingers continuously lap themselves inside of you.

“Oh dear god,” you tell him in a whisper. “Fuck.”

Slices of cake were now being distributed around your table. “(y/n) sweetie, these are your favourite!” your mother tells you.

Without hesitation, you grab a bite of the cake. What a perfect moment to release an audible moan, “Mmm… these are so…so good,” you tell her with your eyes closed. “Let me have more of it.”

Daniel laughs at the way you look, moaning with each bite of the cake. Knowing damn well it wasn’t the cake making you moan that loud in public–but hey, that was your own little secret.

Daniel begins to fasten his fingers’ pace inside your dripping cunt. Which both of you were sure was probably leaking through the clothed chair by now. You struggle to keep yourself in place, badly preventing yourself from grinding on his thick and bony fingers that hit all the right spots inside of you.

You, of course, weren’t backing down from a game. “I dare you to make me fucking cum right now,” you whisper to his ear. “Make me cum, Kang Daniel.”

He smirks, “Well, a game is a game, princess.” His fingers were now going in and out of you faster than before. The sensation building up inside you. God, every single time the tip of his fingers hit that spot, you can’t help but let out a breathy moan. You quickly drink water, trying so hard to mask your impending orgasm right in front of everyone, drinking slowly enough to make sure you don’t choke. 

“And we’ve been playing long enough. You’re right, I think it’s time we finish this,” he whispers in your ear, close enough that his lips meet your skin. This feeling causes you to shudder, further heightening your senses. You were now fully subjected under Daniel’s touch, about to reach your high any moment. Losing focus of the situation right in front of you.

He never lets go of the fast pace of his fingers, aggressively pushing themselves in and out of you easily with the amount of wetness your pussy has been releasing. 

And with one final push, you cum all over Daniel’s fingers–“Fuck!” you scream, everyone’s heads turn to you once again. “This cake! Is so fucking good!”

“Stop sounding like you just had an orgasm every time you eat something good!” your mother tells you from across the table. “Also, language, young lady.” Then everyone shifts their focus from you and turns to laugh at what your mother has just said. Right now, you couldn’t care less about how much your mother has embarrassed you. You were too busy getting off on your high, panting for air, beads of sweat forming on your forehead. Thank god your mother said that or else you wouldn’t even find time to breathe.

“That was fun,” Daniel says beside you. He finally removes his hand from under the table, then quickly dips his fingers onto the cake’s frosting. You watch as the glisten from Daniel’s wet fingers get covered in chocolate. He slowly licks his fingers, coated in the sweetness of your cunt mixed with chocolate. “Fucking delicious,” he turns to look at you with a full-on smirk and a raised eyebrow to match. “Wanna taste?”

“You jerk,” you slap him on his arm. “You’ll get more than just that from me later.”

“Sounds kinky to me,” he says. Taking another excruciatingly slow lick of his fingers–the sight of it all easily making you wet once again. “How about we bring some cake too?”

[minhyuwun]

23+daniel!! For that drabble thingyy:)

oh no again i’m sorry i just guessed which category this was from 😭 but since i just wrote daniel sm*t not too long ago, i decided to go with fluff so i’m sorry if this wasn’t the one you were hoping for but i hope you still get to enjoy kang choding though! 💞

prompt: (fluff #23) “I guess time flies when you’re with somebody you love”

You place the last batch of your infamous but maybe only to Daniel chocolate chip cookies inside the oven. He always insists on you making three batches every time you felt like baking. Obviously, it was way too much for the both of you. But you and Daniel always ate until you’re both way too full anyway.

“Okay! Now we wait,” you say.

“Hmm…” he hums in a mischievous tone.

“What are you thinking?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Let’s play a game!” he excitedly says and immediately he runs towards the living room.

“What are you up to now!” you exclaim, running after him. You loved watching him look like a complete child. Always so excited and jumping around. You thought by now he’d be tired to do anything, especially after weeks of non-stop schedules he had to endure. Yet whenever he visits your apartment during his free day, it feels like no time has passed between the both of you since the last time you saw each other. Deep inside, you too, were always excited––Daniel just had a cuter way of expressing it.

“Okay. You have to guess which girl group song I’m dancing to!” he says, placing both of his hands at his sides, his lips form into a smirk.

“Eas-“ you were about to say easy, since you always catch him singing and dancing along to girl groups, sometimes even unknown to him, it’s such a common occurrence you don’t even bother to make fun of him anymore. But your words were cut off by him telling you to keep quiet.

“There’s a catch, (y/n)!!! Before you answer, you have to dance along with me.”

You were about to retort, wanting a change of rules since––let’s just say, how good you are in baking is equivalent to how bad you are in singing and dancing anything at all. “AND!” he shouts, way too excitedly again, “You have to sing the answer!”

“Fine!” you agree while letting out a laugh. It was difficult to disagree with Daniel. He always looked so happy. He’s indeed a child, like everyone says––a child you can’t seem to say no to. It was times like this after not seeing each other for a long time that the sight of Daniel smiling and laughing endlessly made up for the times you weren’t together. Each time that passed by without him, waiting for him to come back, was always worth it when you get to see him so happy like this. Not to mention the fact that it was you who was making him happy.

You lose your train of thought when he instantly begins to dance. His tall figure and his broad shoulders moving along to a choreography you knew too well––Red Flavor by Red Velvet, you answer in your head. You didn’t want to answer just yet. Daniel looks adorable with his eyes barely even there anymore because of his wide smile. You continue to watch him, pretending not to know the answer. “Come on, (y/n)!!! You know this!!! You always sing this in the showe-“ he cuts off his sentence. “Hey! You’re not answering on purpose! This is unfair!” he begins to whine.

Daniel begins to roll on the ground, pretending to throw tantrums at you. You can’t help but laugh at the sight of him complaining. His exaggerated cries were enough to let you form tears of laughter. How could someone as big as him look so tiny and cute at the same time.

All of a sudden, a loud ting went off in your apartment. The cookies were finally ready. Daniel stands up from the ground with his mouth open, his eyes wide, his entire body very much looking thrilled. “Wow, I can’t believe you danced to a three minute song for twelve minutes,” you say to him, losing your breath trying hold in a laugh.

“I guess time flies when you’re with somebody you love,” he says as he walks over to you. His towering frame catches you off guard as he abruptly puts you on his back, the sudden shift of height causing you to scream. “Let’s go we have three dozens of cookies to eat!” he yells as he runs across the room with you clinging onto his back.

Every moment spent like this with Daniel–no matter if it’s a second, an hour, a day, an entire year even, always feels as though it already lasted an entire eternity.

[minhyuwun]

Omg. You dont know how happy I am when your requests are open again. You are one of the blogs I am so excited to see an update. No lie there. I want to request for situation 8 and sentence 4. This noona has been working her ass off for funds to spend on the boys. Oh smut it up if you like. I do have this fetish of doing things in the office. Omg. Haha i must control myself. I looove your blog! Keep it up! Oh the member.. i cant choose between Daniel or Sungwoon tbh. So choose for me please! 💋

prompt: (8) After working for six hours straight + (4) “A cup of coffee would be nice.”

genre: smut

summary: u heard what anon has asked for!! sexy times in the office with daniel! oh also, ur the boss in this one;) i think ok maybe not

warnings: again, if ur underage and/or uncomfortable about these types of stuff then yeah

a/n: i probably should take a break from writing daniel smut (do u all agree?) im starting to feel bad i always end up making them so long………not that it means anything……….you know……..anyway i hope u enjoy this one cos i did

The glass door to your office swings open, the sudden gush of wind almost making your papers fly off from your table. You let out a deep sigh, making sure the person who interrupted you hears your blatant frustration and that, obviously, you didn’t want to be disturbed.

“Sorry,” he mutters with a smile. You finally lift your head and take a break from signing papers to look at the person who just came in. It was Daniel. He, too, looked pretty worn out with his ruffled hair. He was wearing his usual attire, a button-up and a pair of sleek slacks that fit his built so well. He has left a few buttons undone this time, and his sleeves were rolled up ruggedly. Before he could notice you unconsciously checking him out, you clear your throat. A signal for him to continue with what brought him there in the first place–because you clearly don’t remember calling him up here.

“Oh,” he scratches his head. “I, uh, was on my way to the pantry…” He mumbles. “Was wondering that maybe you’d like something too?” He smiles again. How could he have so much energy this late at night? You wonder.

“A cup of coffee would be nice.” You tell him, turning your focus towards the papers once again. “Something hot…” you talk under your breath. Your hand pauses immediately, realizing what you just said, causing you to form a smudge in your signature. “I, uh…” You look at him with a panicked look on your face.

“Hot coffee,” he clicks his tongue and winks at you. “Got it,” he says before leaving your office–he laughs with his smile never going away from his face.

“Oh god…” Your face drops directly down to your palms. “I’m so embarrassing.” You tell yourself, repeating that sentence again and again. You’re the boss here, but why does Daniel have this effect on you? He certainly acts like your assistant to be honest, with all his kindness and cheerful attitude–when in fact he’s the Vice President of your company. He shouldn’t be here late at night, getting you coffee.

Your thoughts were put to a halt when Daniel comes back in just minutes. A cup of coffee in hand. He takes his long strides before reaching your table. “Your coffee, ma’am.” He says. Again, a smile plastered on his face. He places the cup of coffee on your table. Then, as he notices how much of a mess you have made with the papers scattered on your desk, he doesn’t hesitate to help your organize it.

“Daniel,” you prevent him–placing one of your hands on top of his, making him stop whatever he’s doing. “You don’t have to do this. Just go home if you’re done with work, you’ve been working for six hours straight anyway.”

He turns his palm over to hold yours, while placing his other hand on top of yours. Now, both of his hands have caught your hand. He slowly begins to massage it. “I’m not yet done,” he shakes his head. His smile slowly fading away. “I’ve still got one thing left to do,” his hands make its way up to your arm.

“Well,” you close your eyes at the feeling of his hands. “I’ve got a lot left to do. So…” Your words were cut off when your mouth suddenly lets out a moan, thanks to Daniel’s courteous massaging.

“See…” He smirks. “Somebody needs a break. I’m not the only one who’s been working for six hours straight,” he lets go of your arm and walks behind your desk–moving closer and closer towards you. “It definitely wouldn’t kill for an overtime tonight,” he rolls up his already loose sleeves. “Especially if it means working with you.” His eyes were darker this time, directly set on you.

You sigh. “Daniel…” He positions himself behind your chair. His hands were now placed on your shoulders, beginning to massage it as well. “I really…” you moan. “Can’t do this…” another moan. “Right now,” louder this time. You close your eyes and your head falls back.

He lowers his head, “Your body says otherwise.” Whispering into your ear, “Ma’am.” You could feel him smirk as his lips lightly brush the skin on your ear. He hastily turns your chair around to face him. Your head goes up to face his towering figure–a smug look on his face. You bite your lip as your hand struggles to find the button on your table that enables the curtains on your office to go down. Daniel, on the other hand, finds it in no less than a second. Clearly, someone’s been doing this for quite some time.

He cups your chin with one of his hands, making your eyes look directly at his. You stand up, and his hands simultaneously snake its way down to your waist. Your lips and his immediately finding its way to each other.

You were already a moaning, panting mess just after a few seconds of your tongues continuously lapping against each other. Daniel breaks this with a snicker, “Already?” He asks. “But we were just starting.” Before you could even utter a word, his tongue finds its way back to meet yours once again. Both of his hands are now cupping your ass–groping it, prompting you to sit on the table as your skirt hikes up, exposing a lot of skin. Daniel moans inbetween your kiss as his hands carress your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. A smirk forms on your lips as you feel his hard cock poking through your thin panties, your cunt getting increasingly wet.

“Jesus,” he looks down at the evident wet patch on his pants. “This wet? Already?” He laughs. “I love how I’m the only who can make you feel this good after a long day…”

“Shut up, Daniel.” You cut him off. Opening the buttons on your blouse, revealing your hard nipples already sticking out from your flimsy bra. You then grab the back of his head, biting his bottom lip before letting your tongue enter his mouth. Tugging on his hair lightly. As he, in turn, fiddles with his top’s remaining buttons. Baring his chest down to his abs.

He grunts through the kiss, while his hands cup your breasts–his thumbs running circles around your sensitive nipples. The synchronized sensation of his thumbs on your nipples and his hard member poking at your core makes you breathless, letting you break away from your kiss to catch some breath every now and then.

Not wanting to wait any longer, he pulls your skirt down and tugs at your panties–causing it all to fall down on the floor. His fingers make its way to your dripping cunt, rubbing on your clit again, and again, and again. As you moan, and moan, and moan. You let out deep grunts directly into his ear, making him aroused more than ever. He could feel his cock already dripping with precum.

“Don’t cum just yet, baby.” He utters into your ear as his fingers finally enter your pussy. Pushing them in and out repeatedly, never losing his pace. “Don’t cum,” he grunts. “Just yet.” Before you could reach your high, he stops.

“Daniel…” you groan to his neck. Continuing to place several sloppy kisses around it. “Please…” You weren’t really one to beg. But for Daniel? Of course that’s a whole different story.

He swiftly zips down his pants, falling down just right below his knees as he steadies his legs to level his body with yours. “You ready?” He asks you. His hard cock dripping with precum jumps out from his boxers. The sight of all making your tight pussy clench even harder. You nod your head, biting your lip.

Daniel easily enters inside you, and you adjust to his instantly. The slapping of his balls onto your wet cunt, his cock pushing in and out of your sore pussy, and the simultaneous moaning being exchanged echoes throughout your office space.

“Fuck,” you moan into his mouth. His breathy moans sending warmth into your own. “Oh god!” you scream as he now inserts his entire cock, his pace growing faster each second. You can tell he was close, but of course it wasn’t only him. Your pussy clenches tighter around his cock–wet from your juices.

“You feel so good, baby.” His lips trace its way down to your neck. “So fucking good,” he smirks.

Your hands were now running up and down his abs, lightly scratching on it. “I’m close,” you tell him, breathless. He shuts your mouth with his, and pushes his member in and out of you even faster. His other hand find its way back to your cunt, his thumb aggressively rubbing on your pulsating clit. Wanting nothing but to make you cum.

Your entire body complies as it reaches its high. Making you cum all over his throbbing cock. He removes his cock immediately, pumping on his shaft as it cums–still wet from your own. You watch him as he jerks himself right in front of you, his eyes completely dark, staring deep into yours. Your head falls back from all the crazy sensation you’ve just felt, recovering from your high, trying to compose yourself right away.

Daniel grabs the tissue from your table and cleans himself up quickly. You hear him zip his pants, while you were still there–legs spread out, still catching your breath. Finally gaining the strength to face him, you were greeted with a smirk on his face, his hands buttoning his shirt.

“How do you…” You shake your head in disbelief. He laughs at your incomplete sentence.

“Wouldn’t want to look like a mess in front of my boss now, do I?” He chuckles, his eyes non-visible. You roll your eyes at him. He quickly grabs your skirt and underwear from the floor, putting it onto you in one swift move. His hands move to the back, zipping it. Then, he promptly closes the buttons on your shirt. Brushing your hair and putting them behind your ears once done. He places his hands on his waist and runs his hand through his messy hair, smiling at you–as if an artist satisfied with his work.

You roll your eyes once again, and mutter a small thank you. He doesn’t remove the smile on his face as he grabs your hand, planting a kiss on it. “Anything for you, ma’am.” You lightly kick him on his knee and he jokingly winces at the non-existent pain, mouthing an exagerrated ouch. A giggle escapes your mouth. “I don’t need your help, you know.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“I know, but I do.” he stares at you. “Need you, I mean.” He dusts his shirt before turning to leave. His eyes glance at the cup of coffee he got for you from a while ago, chuckling he says, “This might be cold by now.” He grabs the handle on your glass door. Facing you before fully exiting the room, “I’ll wait for you at the parking lot. Let’s get you another one later.” He gestures a rather cute salute before walking away. “It was a pleasure working with you today, ma’am.” His giggle echoing through the empty hallway.

This is bad, you thought to yourself as you cross your arms and lean over your table. But what fun did ever come out of something good, right? You bite your lip at the thought of spending another overtime with your colleague. Perhaps working late at night wasn’t so tedious after all–I mean, before you turned around and saw all the paperwork you still had to sign.