Dan and Phil Imagines and One Shots

Partition - (Dan Howell x Reader Smut)

Going to big social events with Dan was almost always miserable. Why? He purposely makes me horny before we leave. This time, this time was just too much. He swapped my normal underwear for vibrating panties. Throughout the award dinner, he activated it over and over. I was wearing a mid thigh dress as well, making me feel extra sexy. It's a shame, it was a cute dress. I should feel cute, not sexy. We sat with Louise and Phil and he couldn't help but embarrass me in front of our friends. One particular jolt sent my knee up, hitting it on the table hard. Dan gasped and snickered, covering his face. Phil was genuinely worried. "Y/N, are you alright?" I nodded smiling softly. I grabbed onto Dan's knee trying not to let everyone know that I was literally about to have an orgasm right at that damn table. He smirked, taking my hand away from him. 

"You are so fucking d-" Dan turned the vibration up. "DEAD!" I screamed out, covering my mouth. Everyone stopped and looked at me. I could've just died right then and there. I removed my hand from my mouth and slapped Dan across the chest. He turned it off, being merciful. I whispered a small thank you, but he didn't stop everything. I just wanted the night over so he could take care of the problem he'd caused. 

We had to walk on the red carpet once again before we could get in our assigned limousine and go home. After a few poses and smiles, Dan's arm around my waist as possessively as he could get, our limo pulled up and we could go. Dan got in after me as soon as he closed the door. I pressed the speaker to the chauffeur. "Driver, roll up the partition please." Almost instantaneously, the partition when up. I muted our end of the speaker so that he didn't hear us. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" I asked, crawling into Dan's lap. "Wouldn't that have been just embarrassing?" I loosened his tie, reaching for his top button. He placed his hands on my waist, rubbing slowly. "To let everyone watch me cum at the dinner table?" I planted a kiss by his lips, teasing him as much as he teased me. "I mean, your best friend watching your girlfriend have the time of her life? I mean, I could've easily lied and said that he was the one that did it to me... Then how would you feel?" 

Dan reached up the back of my dress, finding the zipper. "I wouldn't have to worry about that." He said, pulling his hands back to his jacket pocket, turning on the panties again. I tensed up before relaxing again. "I would've busted you either way, kitten." He attached his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking softly. I grabbed onto his jacket, moaning softly. "I don't think you're nearly wet enough though, so we're going to keep this going on high for a few minutes." He turned the strength up, earning another moan from me. "While we're at it..." He turned the vibration pattern to short-short-long, which seemed to be even more agonizing. 

Fuck, I loved this man.

By the time we were getting on the interstate, Dan and I were fully undressed, him hovering over me in the very back of the limo. "Who made you this wet baby?" Dan dragged a finger down my heat, making me arch my back.

I moaned out, "You. D-Daddy." I whispered. He smirked, pulling my onto his lap, lining himself at my entrance.

"Damn right." He growled lowly, pushing in. Our encounter was quick as we were pulling up to our apartment building. Needless to say, we had a long, fun night.