One shots/ smutt

Idfc

Dan Howell x female reader
3am~
Tell me pretty lies,
Look me in the face,
Tell me that you love me,
Even if it's fake,
'Cause I don't fucking care, at all.

I caresses his face gently, knowing why he's here.
I only let him because fuck does it feel good, even if it's temporary. And no I'm not talking about the sex, which is great as well, but, feeling loved.
I know he doesn't care.
I know when he says "I love you" he doesn't mean it.
But I don't fucking care. It feels nice for once.
It will all be over soon.........
Then I won't have to face anyone anymore.

I slowly get up trying not to wake up Dan, sighing deeply because this boy has a pretty strong grip. "Come on" I mutter trying to get to freedom, he just groans. After a while I'm free!
Wincing a bit as I get up my sensitive parts a bit sore. Grabbing my discarded clothing around his room quickly pulling them up
"(Y/N)? What are you doing?" He mumbles sitting up looking at me while rubbing his eyes
"I-I'm um going home?" Why exactly am I stuttering? Honestly I don't even know myself.
"Why? It's so late, just stay the night" I watch him get up pulling on some boxers
"Well I don't really want to bother you..."
he chuckles and smiles at me "trust me you don't bother me, come here"
He pulls me into a strong embrace, I just kinda stand there awkwardly, hesitantly wrapping my arms around him
"A-alright I guess I'll stay" I say softly, looking up at him seeing a huge grin on his face. "Now, I'm in need of cuddles" watching him happily go back into his bed, i shyly fallow along laying besides him, hugging a pillow facing away from him. I can't catch feelings for him....he even told me not to, but I can't help it. I was taken back by some sudden movement realizing Dan has made me into a little spoon. Snaking his arms around me nuzzling his warm face into my neck.
Maybe one day he'll fall for someone. I think then he'll understand. But for now I'll enjoy this feeling while it lasts
"I love you"
those simple words make my heart clench knowing to him, it has no meaning
"I love you too"
My voice barely above a whisper staring out the window. Setting my hands on top of his. It's a endless cycle, but I don't fucking care.