Dan Howell/Danisnotonfire imagines

oops (smut)

WARNINGS: sex (kind of/not really lol) and a bit of swearing I think?

Word count: 1504

A/n: heh pls don't judge too hard. If you wanna see more of this kinda thing do tell me... sorry if it's shit.

Also sorry for any grammar/spelling errors I don't have a beta at the moment and it took forever because I've been soo busy and exams ugh also i kinda gave up half way through but meh.

~ enjoy!

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It had started so innocently at first; small caresses, his fingertips dancing up and down my spine like my vertebrae were piano keys, his other hand trailing down slowly to my thigh, rubbing in small circles. He was getting fidgety.

His soft touches however were not helping towards the cause of sexy times, more sleepy times as the warmth of him pressed up against me and the constant lull of his heartbeat along with the darkness surrounding us was only calming me further, making me sink deeper into my sleepy daze, teetering between letting myself be taken by the darkness that was like a weight on my lids or fight it and keep them open a little longer.

It seems he was obviously not satisfied with a repeat of American horror story as his source of entertainment any longer. He was patient though, keeping his eyes locked on the TV. It was clear, even in my sleepy state that his soft touches had definitely taken a less innocent turn when the hand that was rubbing circles on my thigh managed to travel higher, his fingers poking just underneath my pajama shorts then going back to his previous actions, repeating the movements a few times as he gradually got higher. It made me shiver each time. Normally I would try to block him out, make him try harder to get those shivers he craved- not that he needed to try harder of course but cocky Dan was annoying and quite a handful believe it or not. Tonight I was just too tired to try to save his ego.

I had asked him if he could re-watch AHS with me, just something to get us both off of the internet for a while so we could spend time with each other. Dan had been really busy lately and we have hardly had any time to ourselves. And that's is how we got here my back flush against his chest, his arms wrapped around me securely laying down comfortably on the couch.

Phil was out for a few hours because his brother was in London so we had the whole flat to ourselves, which only happened once in a blue moon.

After watching over half of the first season I felt the waves of disinterest practically roll off him, his occasional sighs of boredom becoming more frequent. The hand that was placed on my waist was slowly making its way up my arm and to my hair, gently pushing some loose strands behind my ear.

I turned my body so my chest was pressed against his so I could meet his gaze. I could hardly see him, the only light provided was coming from the TV; Dan liked it better that way, he'd just say 'but immersion!' and I would laugh.

"You okay?" he questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

Deciding to disregard his sensual manner and play dumb but still have my fun I mumble a "tired" almost inaudible if he wasn't so close.

I leant in, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck, brushing my lips against him, gently kissing the sensitive flesh, letting myself smirk when I feel his breath hitch from the minimal contact. We lay there for a while, completely comfortable with the silence. I had to admit I was looking forward to tonight. As soon as Phil said he'd be out with his brother for a few drinks me and Dan had an unspoken agreement that we'd probably be having sex. I wasn't complaining though.

I felt his dimpled smile against me as he gently rolls me onto my back, shuffling forward till his body is looming over mine but I still feel a bit of his weight on me, he holds himself up a bit as not to crush me while placing his hands either side of my head. I feel him take a deep breath, inhaling my scent. The TV is completely ignored as he starts to plant small open mouth kisses on my neck and I let out a breathy sigh.

"Please tell me you're not too sleepy, Evan Peters is a nice distraction but I can't wait any longer" he whines jokingly, his voice husky and laced with lust. He pouts and I giggle at him, poking his nose.

God he's such a dork.

Pressing small kisses to the base of my throat he hummed and continued to brush his lips down to my neck. His fingers began to fumble with my shirt, tugging the loose fabric up. I manage to lift my arms momentarily to aid his efforts and in one swift movement I'm left in my bra and pajama shorts. His lips are at my cleavage in seconds, smooching just above the lacy fabric of my bra. I tried not to shiver as each wet kiss met the cold air he would blow on my skin.

My hands quickly make their way under his t-shirt, stroking his back and lightly tracing patterns with my fingertips, exploring every inch while enjoying the moment.

I was bought out of my 'Dan is kissing me' haze by the sudden roll of his hips against mine, creating some wanted friction that I didn't realize I needed so desperately. My nails dug into his skin as he let out a strangled moan.

Fuck

He quickly sat up on my thighs, Tugging his own shirt up and peeling it off, a little less gracefully than mine to say the least as his arm got stuck momentarily. He let out a grunt of annoyance and a huff as he stopped all movements and pouted at me, still trapped in the fabric. I couldn't help but laugh at his struggle for a moment.

"Shut up" he pouted in annoyance.

I laughed again and untangled his arm, finally ridding him of his shirt. smiling gleefully, thankful for his lack of clothing i ran my hands down his chest to his tummy, then around his back, gently tugging him down to lay on me again.

I could feel a deep pink flush making its way to my cheeks as his fingers lazily trailed down my chest to my stomach.

The prolonged, excruciating buildup is the worst and best thing about these nights: that weird, wonderful formula of forehead kisses that turn into that turn into pecks which turns into a snogfest which turns into neck kisses and sliding of hands underneath shirts. Before I know it, im panting for air, and it only gets worse when i feel his hand between my thighs. By the time he starts moving in for the kill, nudging me with the most gentle, delicate amount of pressure imaginable, im done for. One more tingle inducing tap is all it takes to make me rock myself against his palm like the desperate mess I am.

God his hands. His magic piano playing fingers would be the death of me. His touch could make my heart quicken and make the butterflies in my stomach messily fumble about in seconds, my entire being squealing childishly at the minimal contact.

After a while the pleasure induced haze seems to take over. Sloppy kisses are placed whenever they can to muffle small moans.

My breath hitched as I felt a trail of kisses down my stomach. The anticipation was the worst, watching as he slowly got closer and closer to my heat, teasing me with that shit eating grin on his face. I was tempted to whine at him and pout prompting him to get to the good bit but I stayed paralyzed, transfixed on his mouth and hands and what they were doing. Slowly, slowly...

"Dan!! Y/n!!! I'm back!"

shit

Both of us scrambled up frantically trying to save whatever dignity we had left as Phil padded into the lounge. Dan had managed to get his shirt back on...backwards (he tried bless him), and I had no idea where Dan had chucked my shirt so I was left clutching a pillow to my chest. Both of us were panting and red faced. I couldn't help but smile seeing Dan half hard in his jeans, attempting to hide it but failing miserably.

"Ahh! Sorry, I'll um-uh" Phil stuttered, eyes fixed and wide eyed with a warm blush making its way up his cheeks. He rushed out of the room with a string of rushed apologies falling from his mouth, scurrying into the sanctuary of the kitchen, messily and loudly moving plates and various cutlery.

"oops"