Dan and Phil Imagines and One Shots

Drunken Lust - Phan

(Phan smut. Enjoy.)

I never drank much. Dan was the drinker of the two of us, not me. People say I like my drinks like my personality, fruity. So when Dan and I went out with friends and went hard on alcohol, the fruitiest I could was tequila and lime. At least, that's what I thought.

The evening went by in a blur, but I remember full and well, how the hell I ended up in Dan's hotel room. We stumbled out of our Uber, walking into the Marriott. Dan may have been a middleweight, but he knew that I was too drunk to make it to my room. "C'mon Phil..." He slurred, pulling me toward a lift. We were the only two in it. Just like a scene in a sex-driven movie, Dan leaned his body against mine, kissing my neck softly. I didn't mind in the slightest, I could barely form a complete thought. All I knew was, I wanted that contact. Right before the doors opened, Dan grabbed my hand and moved toward the front so he could lead me out and straight to his room. He did just that, but fumbled with the room key.

"Dan..." I whined, following behind it with a giggle. "Hurry up."

Dan finally got the door unlocked and pulled me inside. Right at the door, we shed our jackets, turning toward the wall. Dan pinned my body against the wall with his, holding a hand above my head and on my waist. "Do you really want to do this?" Dan asked.

I nodded, pulling his face to mine, connecting our lips again. "I wouldn't be kissing you if I didn't."

That statement made Dan chuckled. "Oh, you're so drunk." In an instant, Dan picked my lower body up and carried me to the bed before fumbling around with our clothes. Once we had them off, Dan pulled me into his lap, letting his member rub against my inner thigh. "You ready, baby?" Dan asked softly, rubbing my back.

I nodded, sitting down, letting him fill me up. "Oh God..." I moaned out, holding onto Dan's biceps. Dan sat still waiting for me to adjust. "Move." I bit my lip, whimpering slightly.

"God Phil," Dan groaned, whorishly. "You're so fucking tight." I nodded, biting back a moan. Dan sped up, causing me to gasp out and fail at holding it in.

Feeling a climax reaching, I felt myself tighten around Dan's length. I couldn't form any words. Dan, in turn, took my erect member and began stroking me in the same pace as his thrusts. "Fuck, Dan... I'm c-" I was cut off by a throaty groan, losing my load all over Dan's chest. The force of my orgasm and shaking sparked Dan's high. Within a few moments, Dan released inside, letting out a stream of expletives.

Dan pulled me into a hug as he pulled out. He must've noticed my drunken state coming back. The feeling was so good and intense, it had me tearing up. "Are you hurt? Did I go too hard?" Dan asked, quickly becoming worried

I shook my head giggling again. "I'm fine. That was... Fucking amazing." I whispered before falling asleep.

I woke up with regret. Regret about drinking so damn much,  that is.