Dan Howell Smut
Word Count: 1,348
“Daaaaaaan, I’m bored!” you whined, rolling around next to Dan on his bed, while he tapped away on his phone. Dan had been furiously busy the past week, and then when he was around he was too tired to do anything.
He mumbled something incoherent back to you. You were extremely pissed at the fact that you hadn’t had sex in over a month and then whenever you tried (and failed) to be seductive, Dan made up some bullshit excuse about having to go to a meeting or work on the book or clean something.