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?”
