Danny's slut

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Word count: 3632 SMUT WARNING, degrading, exhibitionism 

Watching Danny perform from backstage was always my favorite thing to do. He always had a direct shot of me so he would often sneak me looks while he was drumming away. Tonight in particular I had worn one of his favorite outfits of mine. A mid thigh faux leather skirt with cuts in the side laced with ribbon. I was also wearing a see through mesh black top littered with rhinestones and a red bra underneath it. For shoes I was wearing knee high high heel boots that laced up the back.

I seldom dressed up to this extent anymore since we did so many shows. Danny hadn't seen me yet because I was late getting to the venue. I went to my normal spot as the band was playing safari song. Danny was pounding away at his drum set when his eyes finally met mine. His eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of me. I noticed his grip on his drumsticks tighten significantly. He mouthed the word "fuck" staring at me.

I knew exactly what I was doing and I had him in just the spot I wanted him. During a drum break mid song he adjusted himself on his stool before one of his solos was coming up. I allowed my phone to fall off my lap from where I was sitting so I had to stand up and bend over to pick it up. I turned so my ass was facing him and bent over. This skirt always rode up when I bent over and it would reveal most of my ass. I had made sure to wear my red lacy thong that he loved so much.

I moved purposely slow so I knew my ass was on full display for him and I knew just how wild that drove him because he couldn't do a thing about it at the moment. I stood back up and sat down in my chair looking at him. I could see the vein in his neck protruding and he was pounding hard at the drums. He looked over at me and he looked displeased with my behavior. I could see his eyes darken from where I was.

Danny was definitely having a hard time focusing on the show. As soon as they played their final song he came right towards me, the urgency to his walk was amusing. He stood just inches from me towering over my small frame, "you nasty little slut," he growled pulling me roughly into him. "Hi Daddy" I innocently batted my eyes at him then looked up at him through my lashes. A low growl sounded from the back of his throat "you nearly made me fuck up tonight. Coming in looking like that and pulling that little stunt of accidentally dropping your phone. I could barely focus on the proper drum rhythm for the songs." He explained.

My lips fell into a pout, "do you not like my outfit? I wore it just for you!" I said in a fake sad tone. His hands were instantly at my waist. I could feel his thumbs rubbing circles over my skirt. I could see a complicated mix of emotions running through him at once, "princess you know what that outfit does to me. Fuck I can barely think with you standing here looking like that" he said roughly pulling me against him his hand finding the small of my back. His lips crashed against mine feverishly, his teeth dragged harshly across my bottom lip.

"Hey Danny you and y/n meeting us at the bar for drinks?" Josh yelled effectively pulling Danny away from me. "Yeah man I just need to get cleaned up and changed, we will see you there!" He replied, grabbing my hand and guiding me to his dressing room. As we got to his dressing room he shut the door behind us and pointed at the counter he used to get ready. "Sit" he ordered.

Obediently I hopped up onto the counter, the cold marble shocking my skin as it made contact with the back of my thighs. He sat down in the chair and looked at me, "you realize I'm going to have to punish you don't you?" He said as he began to remove some of the makeup he had on. I nodded, "yes sir" I replied watching him. Using his left hand to remove his makeup his right hand found the inside of my thighs, his fingers wrapping around them and squeezing. His fingers burrowing into my skin. "Nasty little whores deserve punishment wouldn't you agree that you have been one tonight?" he asked. I bit my lip and nodded.

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