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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?”

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I was delighted to see a new face, and you seemed so shy, not knowing anyone else here. You said yes and followed me into my large house and to my bedroom. I met you at the cocktail party in my back garden. My hands are on your body, peeling the black cocktail dress off of you and tossing it aside, leaving you standing here in only your black silk panties.

It surprises you how my soft hands can be so rough in handling your flesh, and my previously friendly voice has taken on a harsh, commanding tone. I approached you, and we talked and drank and flirted. Now you stand here, a bit nervous and unsure what will happen next.

I bind your arms with silky rope, pinning behind you with knots at ankles and elbows. You seemed to come out of your shell a bit, and I asked if you were interested in a sexy little game. Next I use a rod with leather cuffs at either end to hobble your ankles. The pose is uncomfortable, but it forces your chest forward, showing off your perky tits.

Thank goodness you're still wearing your black silk panties, or you'd be completely exposed to the world! Most of the people are wealthy and glamorous, and here you are young and out of your depth. You suppress a shiver, wondering if it's yet too late to back out. Painkillers, I explain.

You can still walk, but your stride is limited to an awkward shuffle, and the rod forces you to keep your legs open. You try to resist but I give you a light, open-palmed slap that leaves you shocked and speechless with tears welling up in your eyes. With what is coming, a couple aspirin wouldn't hurt, but you soon discover that those were more than just aspirin.

Next, a ball gag is placed in your mouth. I drop two white tablets on your tongue and tell you to swallow, and you obey. Though when I stroke my hand up from your hip to your breast and give one nipple a playful, gentle pinch, you realize that your senses are not dulled but rather heightened, and the pleasure is more intense. For some reason, it doesn't even occur to you to say stop or try to leave; your feet are rooted to the spot, and part of real hairy pussy you is eager to see what is next.

Now it's too late to scream, too late to say you'd rather not. I command you to open your mouth, and you do so. Finally, a blindfold covers your eyes, and now you are completely at my mercy. You feel ashamed, but also aroused, and your arousal makes you feel more ashamed while your shame feeds your arousal.

The painkillers muddle your sense of time, but it feels like forever as my hands roam across your skin, fondling your breasts and groping your crotch. Now you are completely naked, except for the bondage gear holding you firmly in the pose I dictated.

A few sharp slaps on your ass and you grunt at the pain, thankfully toned down by the drugs. You hear a sharp click followed by a harsh buzzing noise. If it's a vibrator, it's got to be some kind of overpowered industrial model. You struggle against your bonds, and I give you another slap that you're completely unprepared for this time, not able to see it coming.

But no, that's not what it is. Those panties are your last defense, your last guard against the world, and now they are torn from you, literally torn off your body by my strong hands pulling them, snapping the waistband. Your cheeks get hot as they blush rosy red, and your nipples stiffen, and your pussy becomes dewy moistening those black silk panties.

Realizing you must obey or be struck, you quiet down. You remain conscious and aware, but find that your wits are clouded. You consider struggling, resisting, but you fear another slap. You are being buzzed bald! You feel metal on your scalp at the edge of your hairline, and the buzzing device slides through your pretty blonde hair.

One nipple is pinched harshly, and you squeal into the ball gag with the pain, but that is nothing compared to what is next. You hear the snap of latex gloves pulled onto my hands. In a few short minutes, all your hair is gone! A sharp point of cold, surgical steel pierces the nipple; though the needle is cold, the pain feels like a sharp, red-hot poker. You feel the hair fall away, as you realize that your hair is being cut off down to the scalp!

You hear me get out a kit of metal tools, and fear runs down your spine. But then a new pain as the process is repeated while the other nipple is given an identical ring. The pain dulls to a low ache thanks to the painkillers, and your squeals are replaced by a breathless panting. The pain is gone now, replaced by only a slight ache in your sensitive hairy pussy pics pussy porn videos areas, and in the wake of those sharp pains you are surprised to discover your arousal is heightened even more.

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Is it the drugs, or is it your own secret desires? Finally, one last episode of pain while your clit hood receives a barbell. As you walk, the new barbell piercing on your clit hood sends out jolts of pain as well as pleasure. Now it's time for those painkillers to do their work.

You struggle to keep up with your hobbled pace, stumbling but not falling thanks to my strong grip holding you up. The party is still going on out there! The needle is replaced by a ring with a thankfully not too extreme gauge. Now we turn a corner and you realize we're headed to the door back out to the back garden.

You shuffle along with me, wondering where we could be going as we leave my bedroom. I seize you by the upper arm and command you to follow me. We're in the hall now, you remember from when you came into the house about an hour ago, though it feels like forever. Some of the voices seem to have noticed you, as you hear a few gasps and laughter and some hushed conversation, and you think you hear your name whispered here and there.

You sob quietly with tears falling from your eyes, no doubt spoiling your makeup. But along with the voices, you hear that the party has taken a turn. There is the slap of flesh on flesh, moans and grunts of pleasure. You realize that this is no normal cocktail party, you are being paraded through an orgy! Now I force you down on your knees; someone has thoughtfully provided you with a cushion.

We're out in the garden now, in the wide open outdoors with voices all around you. You want to scream, to beg, to curse and demand to be let go, but none of that comes out. " You hear me unzip my pants, and I demand you open your mouth again. You do, and now my cock invades your mouth.

The ball gag is removed, and you take a deep shuddering breath. Your shame and arousal continue their upward spiral of mutual reinforcement. I proceed to facefuck you for a few minutes, and you choke and gag and struggle to keep up with my pace.

Meanwhile, judging from the voices surrounding you, an audience has gathered to watch the show. It slides in and out slow and gentle a few times and you do your best to suck obediently, but then I grab the back of your buzzed-bald head with one hand and roughly thrust myself into your mouth.

"Take his cock, honey! You squirm, trying to break free of my vice-like grip, but I stop and give you another slap that quiets you. Instead, all you can manage is a pitiful, mewling, "P-please. It's average in size, but it feels big as it slides between your lips, along your tongue, and to the back of your throat. When I pull out, you hold out your tongue, expecting my hot load to splash across your face, but that doesn't happen, either.

Instead, I grab you and lift you to your feet again. Even some of the female voices are offering you encouragement and cheering you on. " You expect me to cum in your throat or mouth, but neither happens. I lead you to one of the flat-top garden benches, where you are made to lie down on your back. " "Deary, swallow him to the balls!

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Now your knees are even more spread with your legs to either side of the bench. You feel the tip of a sharpie on your unblemished skin, someone writing on you! Now you know what's coming. There is hushed conversation, and a few voices shouting words of support.

Most of it you can't make out, but someone writes in big letters that you can feel: C-U-M-S-L-U-T. I'm on my knees at the end of the bench, hands on your hips pulling myself into you, thrusting my throbbing meat shaft in and out of your soaked cunt. Someone takes hold of one wrist and places your hands on another throbbing cock, and you obediently start jerking.

The pen is passed around, and others scrawl their own slogans on your tits, your thighs, your stomach. Your first orgasm is like a dam bursting, pleasure washing over your body. The cock in your hand shudders and pulses, unloading a puddle of cum on one of your tits. Hands maul your tits, not caring about the dull pain in your pierced nipples.

Other men jack off onto your stomach. Another cock slides into your mouth, and your other hand finds its way three-fingers-deep into a moist pussy. I cum last, flooding your pussy with my seed. Now some woman is crouched over your face, and your tongue works at her clit and real hairy pussy lips, and more cocks are placed in your hands. Cum splashes you endlessly, for what feels like hours.

The pussy you are fingering clenches and gushes, and the cock in your throat ejaculates deep inside you. Fifteen minutes later, you are mostly cleaned up thanks to a towel someone thoughtfully brought for you, and someone else found your dress. I smilingly ask if you'll be at the next garden party, and you cheerfully say you'll be there.

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