Dan Howell Smut

Daddy

"What has gotten into you?" Dan asks as the two of you are seated on the couch trying to watch a movie. Trying is the key word there. You're having a lot of trouble keeping your hands to yourself, and it seems to be that Dan isn't super in the mood. You know how to get him in the mood, though, and all it takes is one word.

"You...." you say, running your hand slowly up his thigh, "Daddy."

He shuts his eyes for a second before picking up the remote and pausing the tv. "You know what that does to me. And you're the one who wanted to watch this," he nods his head towards the tv.

Crawling into his lap, you lean down and begin peppering kisses along his neck, "I changed my mind. I want you now."

He grips onto your hips and flips you over, laying you down on the couch and hovering over you. "You should learn to control yourself, little one."

You bite your lip and smirk, thrusting your hips up to grind your crotch into his and moaning. You begin trailing your hands along Dan's sides, trying to get underneath his shirt and to his pants when he grabs them and in one swift movement pins them over your head. "Keep your hands to yourself if you want to cum later," he whispers before running his over your ear lobe, causing you to shiver uncontrollably.

"Daddy," you whine.

"Shhh," he says. "I need to teach you a lesson in patience." He sits up and pulls of his shirt. "Bedroom. Now."

Eagerly, you jump up and it takes nearly all your willpower not to sprint there, especially after a generous slap on the ass from Dan. "On the bed, baby," he says, smiling at you as he enters the room. He goes right to your underwear drawer, where the two of you keep all of your toys. When he turns around he has a pair of fluffy handcuffs. "Hands behind your back, little one." He gently brushes a piece of hair behind your ear and you comply, putting your hands behind your back. He cuffs them and then begins pulling his pants off.

You watch him the whole time, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second as you study his movements and his strong hands. "Since you were so eager, you can take care of daddy right away," he says cockily, taking a seat beside you on the bed once he's finished undressing. "Now, be a good girl and suck daddy's cock."

You get off the bed and onto your knees. Dan strokes himself a bit before positioning his cock so it's just barely touching your lips. You run your tongue along the head a bit before taking him in your mouth. You immediately begin bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks taking him in as deep as you can without gagging. Opening your throat, you take in as much of him as you can, disregarding the tears that prick at your eyes. "Slow down, baby. Don't make me cum yet," he warns, putting his hand on the back of your head, trying to slow you down. But he's too late, you're addicted to the little sounds he's making, those moans that come from the back of his throat, and the way his hips involuntarily buck when you hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"y/n...." he warns again when you deep throat him for a second time. You still don't listen, though, instead picking up your speed. It's until you feel the warm saltiness of his seed in your mouth that you realize how angry he's going to be.

After swallowing, you pull back and lick your lips, looking up at him through bleary eyes. "I'm sorry, daddy, I-" you start, but he interrupts.

"I thought I told you not to make me cum," he says darkly.

"I'm sorry."

"No talking. Get up here. Over my lap." You obey without a word, not wanting to upset him again but excited about what's he's going to do nonetheless. Wordlessly, he flips your skirt up and nearly tears your panties off. "Count," he orders, and then begins the slaps.

"One, two, three...." you begin, trying to fight off the whimpers that threaten with each harsh blow.

After 10 slaps, your ass is stinging almost unbearably and tears are running down your cheeks. You've held off on the safe word though, knowing you deserve your punishment and that one Dan's done he will make it all worth it. Plus, pain has always been a bit of a turn on for you.

"You okay baby?" he asks, as he rubs your ass soothingly with lotion.

You nod, looking up at him, waiting for his next order. "Take off the rest of your clothes and lay down on the bed."

Again you obey without question, though curiosity almost gets the best of you when he takes the handcuffs from your wrist just long enough to wrap them around one of the posts on the headboard and recuff you. "Now," he says, looking up at you as he slides down the bed. He rests his chin on your bare hip and grinning widely, "It's your turn."