Dan Howell Smut

I can fuck you betta

*Play song when I say*

It was a Friday night in the city of London and you were in your apartment with your best friend/ crush, Dan.

Your friend Alfie had invited you out tonight, however when you were about to text him back telling him that you'll meet him and his girlfriend, Zoe, soon, the doorbell ran. You opened the door to reveal Daniel Howell, your best friend and crush from the apartment below you.

Texting Alfie moments after Dan had walked through the door, telling him that you felt sick so you couldn't come out tonight, you threw your phone onto your bed and went to the lounge to where Dan was lied, reading the Spring addiction of 'Wonderland' magazine.

When you saw him, shoes off, miss matched socks on his huge dorky feet, jacket on the back of a dining room chair and pillows already aligned underneath his big adorable head, you felt the butterflies inside of your stomach explode and a crimson ruby red wave, drown your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

"I was gonna say make yourself at home but it seem like you already have." You laughed to yourself, with a low chuckle escaping Dans lips at your comment.

Walking over to him, you crouched down besides the sofa, feet immediately sinking into the white fluffy rug you have within your open plan lounge room. You would have sat next to him, but when Dan lies down he takes up the whole couch; his feet are even dangling off the edge a little bit!

You watched Dan as he scanned the text at the bottom of a page and then flip over to the other page, where an A4 picture of Brooklyn Beckham, looking beautifully fine, as always. Dans left eyebrow raised as he looked over Brooklyns face, before shutting the magazine closed and throwing it on the floor beside you.

Turning his attention to you, you both locked eyes. This made your light flush, darken, as you immediately looked away, the force being too much to handle before you legit imploded.

"Is that the only reason why you buy that magazine? To see Mr Perfects face, 24/7?"

This was a new side of Dan that you hadn't seen before. Yeah, he knew you had your magazines delivered cause you would always get a free Manga within a geeky mag you also got and you always end up giving them all to Dan and Phil, his roommate, but not until you've read it so you can spoil it for them when the tensions at its peak. Good times.

However you must admit, you did see Brooklyns face and then, without even thinking about what you were doing, ordered it and signed up to their 3 month trail, in case any other mag held the face of the Angel called Brooklyn. You knew it was bad, but you couldn't help it; Brooklyn was also another one of your friends; a little older than you like Dan was, but it didn't really matter now that you were 23.

"Not necessarily..." You replied, your voice coming out merely as loud as a whisper, as your fingertips played with the fluff of the crisp white rug that Phil bought you as a welcome gift, three years ago.

"Wait, y/n..." Dans voice suddenly became harsh and husky, "do you like this guy?"

Risking a glance at Daniels face, you saw that his jaw was set tight and fire burned behind his eyes. Wha...?

"Why you so intrigued Howell?" You asked, chuckling slightly. This was amusing you.

Crossing his arms, Dan was now sat up straight, staring down at you. He looked very dominant at this moment in time and you couldn't help your brain from thinking about all the wild things he could do to please your body.

"Why am I so intrigued? Because, I wanna know what my best friend likes, you know, like, types and stuff..." And he played the 'best friend' card, once again. Little did Dan know, that this really hurt you whenever he played situations this way and you wished you could tell him how much it hurt, but no, you couldn't possibly do that! Why? Cause he obviously doesn't like you, so you'll just embarrass yourself.