Dan Howell x Reader | Chris' Sister

After Dinner Party ;)

Oh my lord. At homecoming yesterday, this poor senior girl named Sophia had a seizure in the middle of the dance floor! I feel so bad!

Sorry, no song. I had no ideas.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

*WARNING* This chapter contains smut or sexual content. If you are not comfortable with such cantent, PLEASE click away!

Thanks!

(y/n)'s POV

"What? Adrian wasn't wrong!" I argued, as Dan looked at me, confused. I felt his warm hands wrap around my waist and pull me in for a sweet, but rough kiss. I could feel my body warm against his and I let a groan escape my lips.

"God, I love you." Dan murmered against my mouth, his reath heavy and warm.

"Yeah, yeah, me too. Now take of your shirt." I said, restlessly tugging at the hem of his shirt. He laughed and pressed his lips against my neck, his hands wandering down to my bum, squeezing, as if to signal me to jump. I did and he caught me with ease, gripping me tighty in his large hands.

My god.

Those damn hands.

His slightly chapped lips brushed against a small area of my skin that made me jump and I tightened my grip on his neck. Taking notice to this, he bit down softly and my legs curled tightler around his middriff, causing him to pull me closer. I felt his hips shift and he continued, walking down the hall, while simutaneously attacking my sweet spot. I felt my insides start to warm and burn with anxiety and we switched, me now attacking Dan's sensitive neck. I have learned to work around his neck phobia, to a point where he actually wanted me to touch his neck, in a sexual way of course. I ran my tongue along his salty sweet skin, stopping just below his jaw toleave small love bites along the way. I felt my back press aginst the grainy wood of Dan's bedroom door, sending my whole body into chills.

I want this.

I need this.

The door gently opened as I pressed against it and Dan groaned as I caught his lips with mne once again. His tongue slipped into my mouth, intertwining with mine, sending electric shock waves through my body. My center of gravity shifted as he lowered my onto the soft duvet, the matress dipping under the weight of my body and his hands on either side of my head.

"What did I say about this pesky shirt." I breathed, my insides growing hotter by the second.

I gripped the shirt by the bottom, flipping it over his head, watching his eyes scan over me as I did so.

"And yours?" he asked, pressing another kiss to my lips.

"Isn't that your job?" I asked, my voice lowering a few levels.

He nodded, slipping the sweater over my head, causing my hair to settle against my bare shoulders. He attacked my mouth again, reaching down to unbutton my jeans. I stopped him and I could hear a soft whine escape from him lips. I reversed the roles, removing his pants instead. He looked up at me, confused and I grinned.

"Didn't I say I would pay you back." I said, my voice wavering a bit. My arms were shaking as I took him in my hands, against the boxers, causing his body to clench.

"Oh, I suppose you did." (Earlier in the book there was a promise made about 'returning the favor'. So yeah. I apologize. For everything. I'll go home.)

I felt awkward bringing it up, but I wanted to do something for him for once. I felt his prescence leave mine and he sat up. I pulled off my jeans, him watching me intensely.