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You Like Me?

REQUEST: Can I request a smut with Dan, where he always teases you that he likes you and you always brush it off as a joke but one day he corners you and asks why you always resist him then he confesses that he really does like you? Thank you~

“Coming!” you yell when you hear a knock at the door. Your friends Dan and Phil are coming over for lunch and to catch up on the new episodes of American Horror Story, so you’re putting in a pizza and getting your apartment ready for their arrival. After closing the oven door, you head to the lounge of your apartment. “Come on in guys!” you shout, adjusting the couch cushions.

“Hey y/n!” you hear Dan’s familiar voice as the door opens. “It’s just me actually. Phil’s come down with a cold and he didn’t want to infect us so he’s binge watching the show at home.” You look up and see him stood in the lounge, holding a bottle of red wine and looking his usual tall, dark, and handsome.

“Oh,” you manage, a bit tongue tied and nervous to know that it will just be you and Dan all night, especially since he’s been weirdly flirty lately, always joking that he likes you or something and you aren’t quite sure that to make of it. Obviously, you like him, but you can never tell when he’s being serious about something and you don’t want to make a fool of yourself. “Well hopefully he feels better soon!”

Dan merely shrugs and grins, “I’m sure he’ll be fine. Plus, this will give us some alone time.” He winks and you giggle and roll your eyes. “Where should I put the wine?”

“Could you set it in the kitchen? I’ve got a pizza in the oven as well so we won’t go hungry,” you reply, queuing up AHS on the tv while Dan puts his wine in kitchen.

“You know,” Dan says casually as he walks back into the lounge and takes a seat in the middle of your sofa. “I’m glad we’ll have this time together. It will give me the chance to show you how much I like you.”

There he goes again, saying those things but with this crooked grin on his face that makes you question whether he’s being serious. So, like usual, you play it off like a joke.

Laughing and taking a seat beside him on the sofa, you reply, “Yeah, sure, Howell. Whatever floats your boat.”

And suddenly he grows serious. “Why do always do that?”

Your brow furrows in confusion and you’re startled by his change in attitude. “Do what?”

“Laugh everytime I tell you I like you. Always put up this wall of resistance when I’m trying to make something happen.” Your confusion grows, “Wait… you actually like me?” you ask incredulously.

He scoffs. “Of course! What have I been saying point blank the last few weeks?”

You feel a hot blush come to your cheeks, “I just always thought you were joking. Seemed too good to be true.”

His dark brown eyes sparkle with intensity and he leans closer to you, gazing deep into yours. “Y/n, I’m usually joking about most things. But I’m not joking about this. I really do like you. And I’d like for us to be together.”

Instead of responding verbally- you’re kind of at a loss for words- you close the now small gap between you and softly press your lips to his. He breathes you in and deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue inside your mouth and reaching up to gently cup your jaw with a large hand.

You put your hand on his chest, breaking the kiss pushing him back onto the couch so he’s laying down. He gives you a confused look from beneath his now ruffled fringe and you smile in response, biting your lip playfully. “I think I owe you a bit for all this time blowing you off and thinking you were joking when in reality we’ve liked each other the whole time. So I’m going to make it up to you.” As you speak, you play with the hem of his Yeezus shirt before dancing your fingers along the waistband of his jeans. You look up at his eyes, silently asking for permission.

He grins that wickedly sexy grin of his, also biting his lip. “I’m not gonna stop you.” You smile back and unbutton his jeans. You can feel that he’s already hard beneath them and it’s turning you on so much that you just want to rush but you stop yourself. You want to drag this out for him. You massage him through his briefs, watching as his eyes roll shut in pleasure and he lays his head back. Finally, you can’t take it anymore and you pull his hard cock out of the soft fabric of his briefs. You begin by licking from he base all the way up to the head, savoring the way his breath hitches every time your tongue touches his hot skin. And then, cradling his balls in one hand, you take his full length in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before beginning to bob up and down. He takes a fistful and your hair and moans, his other hand white knuckling the fabric of the couch. “Oh my God, y/n” he murmurs, encouraging you.

You pick up the speed and tighten the suction of your lips, working his shaft with your other hand now that it’s wet as well. “I’m gonna cum soon,” he chokes out between whimpers and moans. “Do you want me to find something to catch it?”

You lift your head and smirk, “I’ll take care of it.” You lay soft small licks along the length of his dick before taking him back into your mouth. He’s right, and it’s not long before you feel him tense beneath you and taste his salty orgasm. His eyes are squeezed shut and he groans your name, though it sounds hazy in the midst of his bliss. “Holy shit,” he mutters, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. You break away and wipe your mouth before crawling up to kiss him again, this time on the lips. “When can I return the favor?” he asks between soft kisses.

You lean up and take your original seat on the couch, grabbing the remote. “After the show.”

You Like Me?

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