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hello this is a Phan fic i wrote cos i’m bored as hell so here u go. top!phil and cumslut bottom dan warning😳 and i didn’t proof read it so sorry for the terrible grammar

London night at 3:51am, Dan was masturbating. He thought Phil was asleep so he thought he would be ok moaning and yelling Phil’s name. Idiot. He roughly asserted the toy up into his slit. Moaning at the thought of that being Phil doing that to him. Phil, was also awake. He was scrolling through Twitter when he heard his name being called. He only had his boxers on so he had too quickly put on some jogging bottoms. He knocked on Dan’s door saying, “Did you say my name, Howell?”

Dan lost it. He moaned loudly releasing himself everywhere. It took him a few minutes too calm down and realise Phil was still waiting. Dan exclaimed, “N-no I didn’t..” Phil thought something was off so he barged in. Seeing Dan laying there naked with a different array of toys and his hand holding his throbbing cock made Phil wonder if Dan said his name on purpose. Dan was at a loss for words, he was blushing like crazy. The humiliation made Dan even more turned on for Phil. Phil stood there wondering what too do when all of a sudden he say down on Dan’s checkered emo bed sheets and said, “His this for me.. Howell?”

Dan wasn’t sure what too say. Phil said “Yes or no Howell?” Dan nodded his head saying , yes it was for Phil. He said “Ah, I see. Wait here Howell.” Phil left the room and Dan quickly flustered about still naked. He was so confused. His cock was still throbbing with cum and he wanted Phil to finish h-. Phil walked back in. Also nude. This made Dan turn too jelly. His only priority in the world was getting fucked by this man until he couldn’t walk. Phil slowly scooted over too Dan, sitting infront of him and said, “If you want it sooo badly Howell,, then i wanna hear you beg.”

Phil lightly stoked Dan’s cock up and down. He rubbed his thoughts and slowly inching up into his slit. He pulled some lube over from Dan’s toys and lathered it on his fingers and onto Dan. Dan couldn’t stand this any more. Phil leaned down over too Dan’s dick and slowly started too suck on it. The more whimpers he heard from Dan was another inch deeper he went down on him. Dan’s nails digging into the bed and his hips bucking up in the air. His quiet little whimpers and his loud yet sweet moans echoed throughout the boys room. Phil got one of the boy’s toys and gently stoked it up and down the boys still throbbing cock. Dan let out his third orgasm of the night and yelled “Fuck.. Daddy fuck me. Please Phil i can’t take this any longer....” followed by a whimper. Phil’s cock was already dripping in the sight Dan struggling and wriggling for a release of off Phil. “Have you begged enough for one night, Howell?” Phil said still dripping. “Yes i have daddy.. please..” Dan whimpered.

Phil shoved dan back down onto the bed now with phil sitting on top of him saying, “So you can boss me around now, Howell? I don’t think so.” Phil shoved his throbbing wet cock into Dan’s slit faster than anything before. Dan yelled out a blood curdling moan. Phil shoved in and out and in and out making the curly haired boy unable too have time too moan. Dan was panting at this point. Dripping in his own cum and now filled with Phil’s. Phil let out an orgasm and then rolled over. Both of the pair out of breath. Phil rolled over too see Dan still hard. Still throbbing. He was panting and sweating and dripping in both of the boy’s cum. He then panted too Phil,

“More.”

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Can you do a truth or dare and something like Phil tops and he does this stuff in front of people oh mA LORD JESUDNGMG

Can you do a truth or dare fic with top!phil and loud needy bottom!dan?

ok but like 2009!dan and phil at a party with all of dans friends and they play truth or dare and they get on the topic of dan and phils relationship and get sexual and watch dan get overstimulated and edged by phil yoo

plz do straight!dan and gay!punk!phil and they hate each other and at a party and party games happen and then smut and phil “turns dan” gay i guess plz thank thank

ok so i am a slut for like straight!jock!dan and maybe gay!bamf!phil and they hate each other but they���re at a party together or something and playing a party game and it gets like sexual and then phil is dans daddy like ya feel thank thank (btw i freaking love all your fics and your blog and just uggh rip me)

can you pls do phil jerking dan off in front of friends or something and dan is like sitting in between his legs and he’s hella sensitive and just an embarrassed squirming whimpering mess thank you jesus i would write this myself but i can’t write for shit so pls fulfil my needs

it’s been 84 years,,,,,, but fr i am sorry i haven’t been doing a whole lot on here, i have no excuse really just, uh, please love me?

“Strip games, really? If I remember correctly, everyone was fighting to keep my clothes on last time,” Dan said, tossing back a mouthful of tequila and shuddering. He had been so blackout drunk last time, but he had heard second-hand that he was apparently trying to get naked all night. Which, knowing Dan, wasn’t really a surprise at all. 

Everyone was sat in a circle on the living room floor, bottles of liquor and bags of chips being passed and tossed around. Dan turned to the side, surveying the group. It mostly consisted of the football team, their significant others, and one or two good friends.

There were a few tense seconds where no one wanted to start, before Dan handed his bottle to the person on his right and cleared his throat. “Tyler! Truth or dare?” he asked, and the game was rolling from there.

Rolling downhill, evidently. Dan’s choice of friends - or at least party-going friends - was a filthy, dirty-minded bunch, and after only a few rounds in Dan was pretty sure at least two people who had walked in that door virgins weren’t any more. “I dare you to give Chris a foot massage!” Jackson crowed, and PJ shuddered, but shucked of Chris’ shoes and socks regardless. He gagged and the whole room laughed. One girl was dared to drink a shot of vodka and mouthwash. One boy was dared to give his girlfriend a strip tease. The next girl had to confess that she’d shagged one of her professors in order to raise her grade. 

“Phil, truth or dare!” the girl called, and Dan balked. “Hmm,” a deep voice responded, and Dan whipped around with a glare. Philip fucking Lester, everyone’s favorite bad boy and an absolute jackass to Dan. For the past three years, in between scathing retorts and unfairly creative and well-landed witticisms, Phil had been not-so-subtly trying to get into Dan’s pants. It’s not that Dan had anything against gay people (his older sister was bi, and had a very lovely long-term girlfriend), it was just that he wasn’t one. He was perfectly happy straight and single, thank you very much, and all pierced punks who wanted to change that needed to fuck right off, in Dan’s honest opinion. But, here Phil was, sliding in with his snake-bitten smirk and kohl-lined eyes and dangerous, dangerous laugh.

“Dare, I think,” Phil said, folding himself gracefully down into a sitting position. He winked when he caught Dan staring, and Dan just rolled his eyes. “Live a little, and all that.”

“I dare you to give any person in this room the lapdance of their life!” the girl called, and her suggestion was met with enthusiastic whoops and cheers. It wasn’t a secret, really, what those hips could do. Phil cocked an eyebrow, and his lips twitched up. “Anyone?” he asked. “Anyone,” the girl confirmed.

“Can I get a chair in the middle of the room, a moderately good sound system with bluetooth and a few drinks, for the lady.” Phil’s last comment and a saucy wink were shot towards Dan, and his blood ran cold in his veins. He suddenly felt way too sober for any of this.

“Chris, please.” Dan turned wild eyes on his friend, who was seated beside him, but was only met with excited hands shoving him to his feet. He stumbled into the center of the room, spinning and sitting heavily. He shook off the warm hands that guided him, biting a withering stare at their owner. Phil held up his hands in a placating gesture, chuckling as Dan crossed his arms. “It just a game, Dan,” Phil said, his voice low and mocking. He dragged his lip through his teeth as he fiddled with his phone, letting the metal clack against enamel when he spoke next. “Don’t go and get yourself to worked up over a game, yeah? Let them have their fun.” Dan didn’t recognize the song that started through the speakers, at least not until the lyrics started.

Phil stripped off his thin leather jacket, leaving him in nothing but almost sheer, loose, low cut tank top and those black jeans that fit him like a second skin.

You know what to do with that big fat butt– wiggle wiggle wiggle

Phil turned away from Dan, sliding his arms up and into his own hair as he snapped his hips back and forth. He fell into a deep drop as the whistle-y instrumental came on, bouncing obscenely. Dan just sat in the chair with his knees together, doing his damnest to keep his face and mind blank.

Phil worked his hands and his hips and his ass, and by the time he slides into Dan’s lap, his thighs bracketing Dan’s own, burning like iron bands, Dan was fully hard. He whimpered at the first brush of contact of Phil’s ass on his clothed cock, and Phil didn’t even bother to bite back his prideful grin.

“Truth or dare, Dan?” Phil asked, his arms around the back of Dan’s neck as the last of the song faded to nothing. Dan licked dry lips with an even drier tongue, clearing his throat before answering “t-truth.”

“Are you hard right now, Dan,” Phil asked, swiveling his hips once more for good measure. Everyone else, who, for the most part, had stayed silent through the dance (save for some cheers and whoops), now exploded.

Dan barely nodded, more of just a dip of his head, really. Phil tutted. “I wanna hear you say it, Dan.” Dan’s anger helped cut through the haze of lust in his head and he snarled. “Yes, okay. Yes I am.”

“You are… what?”

“I’m hard, for Christ’s sake, Phil.”

Phil nodded and smirked, finally dismounting Dan’s lap. “That’s all I wanted.”

He made his way back to what was Dan’s spot in the circle, and Dan pinched the bridge of his nose, still in the chair.

“Chris, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What’s your oldest?”

“Thirty-three. Dan, truth or dare?”

Dan groaned. He just couldn’t catch a fucking break.

“D-dare.”

“Sit in Phil’s lap for the rest of the game.”

Dan’s eyes shot open, and he glared at Chris. “I trusted you,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes. “I fuckin’ trusted you and look where this got me.” Chris didn’t even have the good sense to look ashamed, the bastard, grinning up at Dan as he made his way towards Phil on shaking legs.

Phil spread his legs, his eyes gleaming and his smile wicked. Dan huffed, spinning on his heel and dropping into Phil’s lap, He grinned to himsefl at the grunt of exertion Phil let out when Dan ‘accidentally’ elbowed him in the ribs, making himself comfortable. “Touch me and I’ll rip of your fingers and shove them so far up your own ass your future boyfriend won’t even be able to taste them.” Phil’s shoulders shook with his laughter, and Dan turned back to face the front.

Neither of them were off the hook. Every time they asked someone else the person would turn it right around and ask them. “Dan, take off Phil’s shirt.” “Phil, give Dan a hickey.” “Dan, make out with Phil for two minutes. With tongue.” “Phil, is Dan still hard?” Phil gripped Dan’s cock through his jeans, ignoring the startled noise of protest Dan made. “Somewhat. But that can easily be changed, you know. He smiled to himself as the cheers erupted, waiting for everyone to settle down a little bit. Dan’s cheeks were so red, it’s a wonder he hadn’t passed out from all the oxygen in his brain flooding to his blush. Phil felt a little bit bad for him, wrapping his arm around Dan’s waist and saying “ Alyssa, truth or dare?”

Alyssa was a quiet girl, who only answered truths in a soft voice so far. She cleared her throat delicately. “Truth.” Phil grinned.

“Which of us would you want to trade places with right now? Me, or Dan?”

Alyssa blushed lightly, squirming in place. “I’m happy with watching, thanks–”

“If you had to pick one,” Chris pressured. Alyssa squirmed some more.

“Phil, I guess. Now, um, Phil, truth or dare?”

Phil kept his smile up even as he cursed himself internally. “Dare,” he said smoothly, positive Alyssa wouldn’t come up with anything too bad.

“Jerk Dan off.”

Phil’s eyes went wide. Well. He had certainly calculated wrong.

“Excuse me?” Dan said, indignance hot in his tone.

“A handjob. Stroke him, jack him, jerk him.” She leaned forward, an unidentifiable glint in her eyes when she spoke. “Touch his dick, Phil.”

“So can we use someone’s room or–” Phil started. Alyssa cut him off with a shake of her head. “Do it here, I want to see.”

No one made a sound. Everyone was still in shock after the complete one-eighty Alyssa’s personality took.

“The quietest ones are always the kinkiest,” Chris mused. Dan didn’t look amused.

“Are you actually gonna do this, Phil?” Dan asked. Phil shrugged.

“I never back down from a dare, Dan. You can forfeit if you want to, thought, I would totally understand if you wanted to–”

“Oh, fuck you,” Dan snapped, shoving his back resolutely into Phil’s chest. “I’m not a pussy, or something.”

“Mmhmm.” Phil didn’t sound convinced. Dan growled. “Just get on with it.”

“How am I doing this, Alyssa?” Phil asked. His smirk was languid and catlike. He licked his lips.

“His pants come off. We keep playing the game.” Phil nodded, and something hard his his left shoulder. Chris had thrown a bottle of lube at him. Phil snorted, flipping him off in thanks.

“Come on, Dan. Take your jeans off.” Phil’s lips brushed the shell of Dan’s ear as he spoke, and Dan’s blush went impossible shades of red as his shaking fingers worked his belt open.

“Give that to me,” Phil said, and Dan startled, pulling the belt from it’s loops. “What?”

“Give me. The belt,” Phil reiterated and a shiver ran down Dan’s spine before he handed him the leather.

“Good boy,” Phil hummed in his ear, and Dan shivered again. Phil smirked, pulling back. Yep. He was right.

Phil took the belt, bending Dan’s arms back behind his head as he wrapped the leather twice around both of Dans wrists, then twice between them before sliding the open end into the buckle, pulling it tight. Dan pulled at his wrists, but he couldn’t move them. Phil hooked Dan’s arms behind his head, so they were well and truly out of the way.

“Come on, hips up,” Phil murmured, pulling Dan’s jeans and boxers down his hips and off, tossing them behind him somewhere. “Owen, truth or dare?” Phil asked, cracking open the container of lube. “Truth,” Owen said. “You getting off on this?” Phil asked with a grin. Owen barked a laugh. “It’s porn for free and right in front of me, what can I say.”

Everyone kept the game off of Dan and Phil for a couple of rounds after that, letting Phil begin. The game went slowly, everyone’s train of thought constantly being interrupted by Dan’s high-pitched keens as Phil trailed his fingers up Dan’s thighs and hips before finally wrapping a lube-slicked palm around Dan’s aching cock. The dares were half-hearted and the truths lackluster, the majority of everyone’s focus being on the two boys.

Phil’s hand was smooth and sure, gripping Dan’s leaning length just right as he worked him over.

“P-Phil, fuck,” Dan whimpered, canting his hips up.

“Ah ah ah, baby,” Phil reprimanded. He hooked his legs around Dan’s using his own thighs to hold Dan’s apart. Dan whimpered and ducked his burning face into Phil’s neck. He didn’t want to look, but he couldn’t deny how his cock twitched when he felt all those pairs of eyes on him.

“Alyssa,” Phil called, interrupting Jeffery, who was taking a shot of hot sauce. “Do I let him?” Jeffery slammed his glass down with a sputter, coughing as he called out “Alyssa, t or d?”

“Truth.”

“How the fuck freaky are you?” Many people laughed. Alyssa shrugged.

“This is about as bad as it gets. Phil?”

“I’ve never been one to back down from a dare,” Phil hummed, tonguing at Dan’s throat. “After all, look what one has given me.”

“Edge him.”

Phil’s lips quirked up in a smile, and he removed his hand from Dan’s cock, letting Dan’s hips buck in frustration.

“No, no Phil, please,” Dan gasped, his shoulders straining with how much he wanted to get a hand on himself. One of Phil’s index fingers came down to rub Dan’s slit as he dared someone to exchange underwear with another player. Dan’s thighs tensed and he whined, low in his throat, just loud enough for Phil to hear. Phil brought his hands away again, squirting more lube into his palm.

Chris was forced to admit he had bought anal beads on Amazon, once. Phil went back to stroking Dan in earnest, sliding his other hand up and under his shirt to rub and pinch at his nipples.

“Dan, truth or dare?” Alex called after they managed to figure out the buckles of the strap on they were forced to wear for the rest of the game.

“F-fuck yourself,” Dan groaned out, letting out a choked out cry when Phil thumbed his head. Alex laughed. “That isn’t one of the options, Dan.”

Phil took his hand away and Dan all but sobbed from the lack of stimulation.

“Truth or dare, Dan?” Alex repeated. Dan glared at them. “T-truth,” he finally chose, and Phil rewarded him with a tug of his balls.

“What’s your worst kink?” Alex asked. Dan didn’t think he could possibly be any redder than he already was, but–

“Come on, Dan,” Phil whispered in his ear. “Tell them. It can’t be that bad, right?”

Dan resolutely shook his head. He would take that to his grave, please and thank you very much.

Phil smirked to himself, stroking Dan’s cock twice before letting do. Dan bucked his hips and moaned, and Phil did it again. And again. And again, until Dan was a leaking, throbbing, sobbing mess, tears pooling in his eyes and his cheeks and cock flushed bright red.

“D-daddy please,” Dan screamed when Phil brought his hand bad down, and everyone cheered. Dan was too far gone to even care any more, every iots of his concentration narrowed down to Phil’s hand on his cock, Phil’s chest against his back and Phil’s lips in his ear, telling him he was doing so well, so good–

Dan came with a choked-off garble of ‘daddy’ and ‘Phil’ and ‘please,’ cum shooting from his cock and landing on his own chest, his stomach, his thighs, a few drops even dripping down onto the carpeted floor.

“Phil–” Dan gasped as soon as he regained enough breath to speak. Phil hummed in question, undoing the belt that held Dan’s wrists together, wrapping his arms and legs around Dan, petting him, rubbing him, telling him he had done so well.

“What?”

“Truth or dare?”

Phil paused, startled. “Dare?” he said slowly.

“Fucking kiss me,” Dan gasped. Phil was more than happy to oblige.

~griffin

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[prompt : blushy, flustered 2009!dan riding a dildo for the first time while Phil watches through Skype bonus points if cute dan hiccuping through the end of it] 2009 pHAN SMUT IS MY W E A K N E S S, ESPECIALLY 2009 PHAN SKYPE SMUT YAAAALL LET ME TELL YOU. (and i can still never end smut fics right whet de fyuk) sorry that it’s short but i hope you guys like it :)))) (tell me about mistakes!) [Contains: toys, skype sex (if u listen closely, u can hear me sobbing in the distance), 2009!phan (a big brendon urie “fuuck yeEEAAAAAAAAH”), riding (good shit thats some good shit)] ________

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but do you just imagine how dan tried so hard to look good when he first met phil? how he straightened his curly hair to look twice as pretty as he is because no matter how you look at it, phil thinks he’s a beauty but dan, himself doesn’t realize that? how he chose to wear a check patterned shirt because he knew for sure that he’ll match phil’s? how his heart pounded so much because he’ll finally meet his long time crush whom he had no idea that after much years they’ll still be together?  because i do

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2009 dan was a sugar baby and no one can convince me otherwise

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Pastel!cheerleader!Dan being a total twink and he wears the girls uniform so the new guy on the football team slaps his bum and Punk!Phil gets jealous and writes 'mine' or 'phil' on Dan's chest in hickeys and fucking him roughly thank you

//Objectification? HC prompt

Warning!! Smut: Public sex, rough sex, pastel x punk, degradation (I love me some degradation), objectification, Fem! Dan, Dan’s in a skirt, dirty talk, hickeys, grinding, etc. 

~Phil was what you could call possessive. His property was his. And while people weren’t technically his property, his friends were his friends and his boyfriend was definitely //his//. Especially in the sexual aspect? Dan was his.

~Dan was a cheerleader. He was always pretty girly, for a brief while he even considered he may be trans. But that wasn’t the case, he was happy with his body and his voice and his gender, he was just really feminine and that was okay. He was on the cheerleading squad, he was best friends with the girls too. They all got along, and he was the best on the team in his opinion. The school used to have an issue with him, because he was a male and he got along so nicely with the girls, the school was worried. But when Dan asked to wear the girls uniform, they let up, knowing nothing fishy was happening,

~So Dan started wearing the girls uniform, even hemming the skirt a little shorter just so he could be a tease. He also cut the shirt to where it showed his stomach and hips a little, but again no one seemed to mind, as far as the school was concerned, Dan was just another slutty teenager. But he was the only one not dating someone on the football team, which was why no one else cared further. But Phil did go to each games, not because he liked sports, but because he wanted to see Dan.

~Dan was his prized thing in life. Everything about him was perfect. But right now, the romance aspect isn’t important. What was important to Phil at each game, was watching his boyfriend. Nothing ever happened, the whole football team knew Dan was his. There were two guys on the football team who used to hit on Dan, but after a fractured nose and a couple broken ribs, they topped harassing Dan. Phil wasn’t violent, just possessive.

~But there was a new guy on the team, who apparently hadn’t been warned. It was no secret he was gay, they lived in a very LGBT friendly area, and their school even had a gay straight alliance club. Very friendly environment. But even with everyone knowing, I guess no one had told him. But the whole team had, they had warned James. They had told him, “James, you do not wanna hit on Dan.” two of them had told him before a game, the two who had before and suffered the consequences.

~“Trust me, everyone in this school no matter what gender, want’s to fuck Dan Howell. But you really don’t wanna try.” One of them had chuckled. “Why not?” James had questioned. “You know Phil Lester? You have like 6 classes with him.” They asked and he nodded. “That’s Dan’s boyfriend. Trust me. I got my nose broke over it.” He said and the other one nodded along. “6 broken ribs for asking for his number. Trist us. Do not hit on Dan Howell.” They said and James scoffed. “Yeah, whatever.” He said, the other two boys looking at each other and shaking their heads. “See you at your funeral.” They said, one saluting him and shutting their lockers.

~The game was later, Phil with his arm around Dan’s waist, a cigarette dangling from his lips as they got to the bleachers and Phil kissed his cheek. “Have fun, angel.” He said and Dan smiled, taking the cigarette from his mouth and pecking his lips before putting back between his boyfriends parted lips. “I will, as always!” He said enthusiastically. “Have fun watching me, I wore special panties just to flash you a little.” He smirked and blew a kiss to him, walking off.

~Phil sat down with a thud, putting a hand over his heart and leaning over to his friend who was sat there waiting. “I’m gonna marry him someday.” He chuckled and he smiled. “Still gonna propose after graduation next month?” He asked. “Thought you’d change your mind.” He said and Phil shook his head. “God no. Two years with him? Not giving up that ass.” He joked and watched as Dan and the cheerleaders stretched, smirking to himself. “Cheeky bastard. Pink lace..” He mumbled. “Definitely marrying him.”

~The game started soon after, the football players crowding in on the field while the cheerleaders cheered loudly, screaming about school spirit. Once the game was over, the school had won as usual, they had a pretty good team. Phil jumped over the bar of the bleachers, landing on the grass and walking towards Dan, lighting a new cigarette and watching as the girls talked with him as he grew closer.

~James had decided to be bold, seeing Phil walking towards Dan and deciding to beat him to it. He walked over to Dan,  smacking his ass roughly and gripping. “Mhm. Everyone was right. Pretty fine ass.” He smirked and Dan looked at him horrified.

~Dan stood stunned. “You can’t do that!” He said. “Oh I think I can..” James smirked and Phil dropped his smoke, watching as it still burnt on the ground and slamming his hands on James chest, gripping his shirt. “You wanna fucking bet?” He asked, pushing him to the ground and cracking his neck. “You think you can just touch what isn’t yours?” He asked and Dan scooted off with the girls, watching.

~James chuckled and tried to stand up. “Yeah like you’re gonna do anything about it.” He smirked and Phil pushed him back down, punching him with full force from under the jaw, hearing a loud crack. “Don’t fucking touch what isn’t yours.” He said and picked up his still lit cigarette from the grass, taking a drag and moving over to Dan, his arm going tightly around his waist and gripping his ass, walking off with him.

~Dan kissed his cheek and listened as James was laughed at from behind. “Thank you for defending me, Philly.” He said, kissing his cheek gently. “It was nothing princess.” Phil shrugged it off as they walked to his car. “Can’t believe the fucking nerve of that asshole.” He said and gripped Dan’s ass tightly. “You’re not his, he knows you aren’t. He should know your ass is mine.” He said and kept gripping. He put out his smoke, stepping on it as they got to the car. He pushed Dan against the hood, kissing him firmly.

~Dan squeaked and kissed back quickly, jumping up on the hood of the car and kissing him back. Phil moved his hands up Dan’s thighs, gripping them. Dan wrapped his arms around his neck, gliding his tongue along Phil’s and moaning quietly. A few people passed, including teachers but they paid no mind to the couple.

~Phil moved away, kissing from his mouth to his neck and grinding into him slowly, biting at the skin and moving his hands under him to grope him once more. “Fuck you’re hot.” He mumbled to himself. “Shirt.” He said and Dan pulled off his shirt, not even caring they were under a street light in the school parking lot. Everyone was on their way out anyways.

~Phil moved down to his chest, biting hickeys along the entirety of it, making letters. Time seemed to pass by quickly, Dan turning into a moaning, sensitive mess from the mix of pain and pleasure he was getting from Phil biting down on his chest.

~Phil eventually pulled away, looking at his work. Across Dan’s chest he had wrote ‘Mine’ in hickeys, proud of his work and once again attacking his mouth with rough kisses, his hand wondering under his skirt and palming him through the frilly pink lace panties he had been wearing.

~Everyone had cleared out of the parking lot, only leaving them lit up by the dimming streetlights. Phil had started grinding into him harder, already hard from the scene they were in, kissing his boyfriend like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

~Dan was moaning, his voice cracking and breaking, his whole body going numb. Phil was the same, everything went numb except for his cock it seemed, he felt himself throbbing as Dan’s hands reached between them to pop the buttons of the dark skinny jeans his partner had been sporting that day.

~Phil groaned under his breath at the relief of his jeans being less pressure on his length, rutting up into Dan and kissing him firmly. “Fuck me.” Dan whimpered out, his head lolling back as Phil started to attack his neck again with rough bites and heated, wet open mouth kisses. “Please. Fuck me. Right here on the hood of your car, where if anyone walks by they can see. Don’t you want that daddy? Everyone to know I’m yours? Show them. Fuck me. I’m your property sir please. Make an example of me. I’m your fuck toy. Only yours!” He cried out as Phil’s teeth suck into his skin, puncturing slightly and smirking. “Fuck!” Dan shouted loudly. “Please, hurt me, use me.” He almost started crying, he was getting so desperate at this point.

~Phil hummed and nodded, pulling away from Dan and going to the car, opening the door and watching Dan stand up from the windshield. He watched Dan pull down his skirt and panties, laying completely naked on the hood and Phil smirked. Dirty baby. He opened the glove compartment and grabbed the lube they had hidden in their, going back to Dan and pulling off his shirt quickly, dropping it with Dan’s stuff on the pavement.

~Phil kissed him again, stroking the lubricant over his length. “You’re stretched correct. You know you’re to always be ready for my cock.” Phil growled and Dan nodded, whining loudly. “Always stretched open for your cock daddy. Always!” He cried out again and Phil nodded, moving to his hole and pushing in roughly, starting to fuck hard into him with restraint almost immediately. “The safe word is Lake.” He mumbled into Dan’s ear, biting his lobe and roughly thrusting into him.

~Dan screamed, the pain intense but turning him on further, he loved being a fuck toy for his daddy to use, even if it hurt him he loved it so much, pleasing his owner. His lower region was on fire, his spot being completely avoided, only hit every now and again. Phil knew what he was doing, purposely avoiding his sweet spot to tease him and turn on his toy further. Dan shouted again, out of nowhere Phil starting to abuse his prostate, the bundle of nerves being hit over and over again dead on until he felt tears prickling in the corner of his eyes.

~Phil grunted, his breathing messy and unstable as he fucked into Dan repeatedly, his car’s hood no doubt denting. Dan was moaning, every house in a mile range could probably hear his whorish noises, so Phil took charge.

~Phil wrapped a hand around his throat, pushing him back on the car and squeezing the sides, putting pressure and thrusting faster. “Shut the fuck up! Good toys don’t moan like whores!” He said in a growl, leaning down and nipping Dans nipple and hearing him squeak, trying hard to stay quiet but failing. “You are just a toy, your ass is for my pleasure.” He said and started to avoid his spot all together once more, Dan making a loud sound of protest and Phil tightening his grip on his throat. “Pretty baby, your hole is always so good, so stretched and ready for me whenever I want you, any time of the day.” He smirked and moved an arm under him pulling him up again and letting go of his throat, bucking up over and over again into him and moaning under his breath, going to hit his spot again and listening to Dan cry out.

~Dan was a mess, his hair curling, his whole body limp as Phil moved him around like a doll, using him like the little bitch he was, like a sex doll just for his pleasure. He was throbbing but good toys don’t get off, toys aren’t meant to cum, they’re meant to be filled with cum by their owners. Dan whined loudly at the thought of Phil coming inside him, his cock desperately twitching in need of being touched but Dan reminded himself toys don’t cum.

~Phil was growing closer, the pit of his stomach hot and in knots, so close to the edge. He kept fucking Dan, the tightness and warmth of a few more thrusts pushing him over the edge. He thrusted hard into Dan as he came, gripping his boyfriend’s length and stroking him roughly. “You’ve been a good sex toy, I’ll let you cum as an award.” He panted out as he finished out his orgasm, Dan coming not even a minute later with a loud, drug out moan.

~They calmed down, leaning on each other and groaning under their breaths. Dan slowly started to fall asleep, Phil chuckling as he did. Phil set him in the back of the car and laid his jacket over him, letting him sleep and getting dressed quickly. He sat in the front seat, listening to his soft snores and grinning softly, playing with a small black box as he did, Muse playing quietly on the radio. “Fuck…Can’t wait to marry him.” He said, hiding the box back in the glove compartment and turning over the engine. One month left.

A/N: I’m uncontrollably turned on lately, so lucky for all you guys I’m gonna be posting a bit more it seems lmao. I hope you like this!! Send me more prompts if you like!! This is literally 2.5 k words whoops. 

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PROMPT: D & P somehow get into a debate over who is kinkier in bed. Phil says something like 'Just because you have 5 vibrators doesn't make you more kinky. And yes. I know you have them. I hear the buzzing at two am bc I'm a heavy sleeper but you don't know how to be quiet' then cue rough sex

Warning!! Smut: Top! Phil, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, vocal Dan, bantz, dom! Phil, coming untouched (twice), coming in pants (once), etc.

~Thinking about it, Dan was almost positive him and Phil had rarely ever had a proper, real argument. It was usually about silly things when they did; anime, editing, memes, etc. Then when they did have an actual fight, it always resulted in them both crying and saying sorry. This time it was different, this wasn’t a real argument, this was leading into territory that hadn’t ever really gone too before.

~Dan and Phil had been joking around, sat in their lounge talking mindlessly about something, tossing back and forth a small bouncy ball they found and laughing. Dan was a lousy throw, missed, and hit Phil in the eye. To which, Phil replied with, “Kinky.”

~Dan snorted slightly and shrugged. “Nah kinky would be if I had called you daddy and threw it at you acting like a pissed off toddler.” He said pointedly, catching the ball and throwing it back. “I guess you’re right. I guess you aren’t as kinky as me then.” He said mostly to joke, throwing the ball back before seeing Dan raise an eyebrow.

~Dan gave him a questioning look, shaking his head before throwing the ball back to him. “Yeah I highly doubt that you’re kinkier than me, Lester.” He challenged, to which Phil smirked in response. “Just because you have like five vibrators doesn’t mean you’re kinkier than me.”

~Dan felt his ears turn red, looking away and blushing, not commenting back. “Yes I know you have them. I’m no idiot, I can hear the buzzing at like two AM. Or at least I would be able too if you knew how to stay quiet.” He chuckled softly, seeing Dan turn even more red.

~Dan finally looked up, shrugging. “I’ve always been vocal. I just figured you’d be asleep by then..” He trailed off, looking away again and blushing once more. “Dan, I’ve been your best friend for years and you still don’t know I’m never asleep at 2 am?” Phil laughed softly.

~Dan shrugged again, trying to brush it all off and play it cool. “I’m still kinkier than you fuck off.” He attempted to change the subject. “I don’t believe that for a second. Just because you moan like  bitch in heat doesn’t mean you’re kinky, or good in bed.” He smirked.

~Dan gave him an offended look, glaring a bit. “Shut up!” He threw a pillow at him from the couch. “Im plenty good in bed, and far kinkier than you could even dream of being.” He said, to which Phil instant denied. “Yeah no. I would ask for proof, but I don’t feel like being disappointed.” He teased, knowing Dan would get more riled up the more he went on like this.

~Phil chuckled deeply when Dan didn’t reply. “I guess I’m right. Dan Howell isn’t kinkier than me, and he’s shit in bed.” He declared, mostly to himself, seeing Dan’s face turn red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “I’m great in bed. Maybe you’re the one who sucks in bed, that’s why you’re harping on me so much.” He accused, seeing Phil raise an eyebrow at him.

~Phil brushed off the accusation, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. “Sorry, I don’t get affected by very wrong accusations like you.” He hummed. “Are you saying yours against me was false then?” Dan smirked. “No I still think you suck in bed.” Phil laughed, looking over at him with that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

~Dan huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at him. “And what makes you think you’re so damn good in bed?” He asked. “Mhm?”

~Phil laughed, giving him a small shrug and closing his eyes. “I’d bet money I could make you cum untouched before i was even close.” He said casually. “Hell, I’d bet money I could have you begging me for it within 10 minutes.”

~Dan chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah right. You couldn’t get into my pants even if you took me to dinner and a movie first.” He snorted.

~Phil looked over at him once more, pushing his hair off his face and sitting up, chuckling deeply. “You say that because you know it’s true. You know easily I could have you begging for my cock, whimpering and whining for me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day.”

~Dan swallowed visibly at his words, trying to push them away and shaking his head. “Oh whatever.” He denied. “Don’t lie to yourself Danny. I know damn well you want me. All those cries of my name and daddy over and over again in the middle of the night. You always sound so pretty, almost like you’re purposely putting on a show knowing I’m awake. I bet you look even better.”

~Dan was blushing furiously again, shaking his head but not speaking. “Awe..” Phil smirked, moving a hand on Dan’s thigh and squeezing gently. “Getting all worked up, Dan?” He cooed, leaning over and biting his earlobe gently. “Thinking about how nicely I’d stretch you open, how much better it’d be than all your toys, having me fucking into you, holding you down and marking up your neck and chest, making you my property?” He hummed.

~Dan didn’t even try to shake his head in denial, letting a small whimper pass his lips as Phil spoke. He felt himself being pushed back, Phil crawling between his legs in a swift motion and ghosting his lips over Dan’s neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you baby? My thick cock ruining your pretty hole, teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark bruises, my cum filling you up nicely..” He started placing small kisses down Dan’s neck.

~Phil moved down the side of his neck, kissing gently, occasionally taking the smooth skin between his teeth and nipping quickly. Dan was squirming under him, quickly becoming a mess. “Fuck..Phil..” Dan whimpered out, hands gripping the older male’s shirt tightly. “What baby boy?” Phil smirked gently.

~Dan whimpered loudly, his head thrown back as Phil bit down roughly and sucked a few proper marks against his throat. “Fuck me!” He cried out without thinking, gasping when Phil’s lips detached from his beck and moved to his mouth.

~Phil kissed him for a while, his hands moving under his shirt and rubbing circles into his hip bones. Dan was whimpering into his mouth, kissing back messily as he wiggled under him. “Please Phil.” He whined when Phil pulled back from the kiss, watching the older male tug off his shirt quickly. Dan did the same, looking at him with desperate eyes.

~Phil chuckled and leaned back down, feeling Dan’s hands fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and Dan’s moaning the only sound in the room. Dan’s hands moved back, his arms around Phil and his nails dragging down his back once Phil started grinding into him, hips rutting together roughly.

~Dan was coming undone too soon, he felt like a horny teenager all over again as Phil’s hips rolled into his own, the friction of his jeans and boxers against the head of his cock almost enough to send him over the edge already, just needing a little more. He moaned loudly, feeling Phil nip his bottom lip and tug it back, attacking his mouth again for another heated kiss.

~Phil moved his hand down quickly, starting to palm Dan through his jeans firmly. Dan was getting louder, his moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls and drowning out all other sound. He cried out, starting to cum hard, blushing a deep red as he did.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “I guess I was wrong..” He hummed. “About..?” Dan panted slightly, feeling Phil’s hips still pressing into his own. “You are good in bed. So far.” He smirked, his lips reattaching to Dan’s quickly, his hips still rolling into his.

~Dan didn’t take long to get hard again, Phil having some surreal effect on his libido he had never seen before, not that he was complaining. He felt Phil’s fingers hook under his jeans, tugging them down with force until they were on the ground.

~Phil did the same, slowly stripping with him until there was a pile on the ground of all their clothes. Phil reached down, wrapping his hand around the younger male’s cock and starting to stroke slowly, his thumb rubbing over the tip and over his slit repeatedly, Dan bucking his hips up in response each time, desperate for the touch.

~Dan wasn’t quiet, he never was, but in the sexual aspect he was a vocal guy. He liked to moan, he liked to put on a show for whoever was fucking him, and Phil would be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. “Should we go to the bed?” Dan asked between kissing, whining and pouting when he felt Phil’s hand pull away from his aching cock.

~Phil gripped his ass, pulling him into his lap and lifting him up with surprising ease, carrying him to the bedroom with his lips attached to his neck. Dan felt his back hit the bed, Phil between his legs again and his hand fumbling to the side for his top drawer, finding the small blue bottle of lube and handing it to Phil.

~Phil chuckled, popping the cap and pouring a thick layer over three of his fingers, moving his hand between Dan’s legs and circling his rim. Dan shivered, his thighs shaking in anticipation before letting out a loud, strained moan when Phil slipped two fingers into him with ease.

~Phil worked his fingers in and out of the whimpering, writhing man under him, curling them slowly to try and find his spot. He smirked, hearing Dan cry out, his back arching off the mattress once he found it. He added a third digit, scissoring his fingers slowly for a moment before deciding he was stretched enough, spending a few moments rubbing against Dan’s prostate.

~Dan was whining at the top of his lungs, breathless, covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hair curling against his forehead as he was worked open. Phil was in awe, drinking in the sight and sound of Dan. “You sound so good baby..such a slut for me already.” He breathed, pulling his fingers out slowly.

~Dan whimpered, his legs wrapping around Phil’s hips and trying to pull him closer. Phil chuckled, smacking his thigh as a warning. “Don’t be a greedy slut or I’ll leave you here with a vibrator in as punishment. I could get off on my own, come back later when I’, ready to use your hole for my pleasure, just leave you hear unable to cum with a toy against your spot for a few hours.” He threatened, watching Dan shake his head.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “That’s what I thought baby..” he said, stroking over himself and coating his length with the leftover lube, moaning lowly. He positioned at his entrance, pushing in his tip before pulling out, smirking when Dan whined and started clenching around nothing, his head thrashing back in frustration. “Beg.” Phil smirked.

~Dan pouted, looking up at him and whining loudly, no longer caring. “Please daddy just fuck me! I’ve been so good, I’ve been such a good slut for you. Please just fuck me, use me, ruin me, make me yours.” He begged, gasping and arching his back when he felt Phil push in suddenly.

~Dan’s whole body shook, feeling more full than ever, his hands grasping at nothing for something, anything to grip as Phil started to fuck him quickly, barely giving him time to adjust. It hurt, but in all the best ays. The burning, Phil hitting his prostate dead on over and over again as if he had done this a thousand times, his nails digging into Dan;s hips as he gripped them for leverage. Dan was in bliss, tears in the corner of his eyes from the intense pleasure.

~Phil was breathless, thrusting harder and harder into Dan, their hips slamming together each time he pushed back in. Dan was unbelievably tight, warm, swallowing his cock perfectly, screaming his name. He felt Dan move up, his arms around him again and his nails dragging down his back probably hard enough to draw blood.

~Phil groaned loudly, trying to keep quiet and enjoy the beautiful noises pouring from Dan’s swollen and pink parted lips. “God fucking dammit..” Phil muttered, leaning down and resting his forehead against Dan’s as he thrusted hard. “You’re so good baby..so good for me. Taking my cock like you were made too, all these pretty moans and curses all for me.”

~Dan nodded, rocking his hips into him as he was slammed into over and over again. “All for you daddy fuck!” He was almost screaming, unable to stay quiet for more than a moment, the build of his orgasm tightening in his stomach. Only a few short moments later he was coming again, white ribbons along both of their chests, loud shouts of Phil’s name and various obscenities pouring from his mouth at high enough volume he was sure everyone on their floor could hear him, but he didn’t care.

~Phil started breathing heavy, Dan tightening around him as he came for the second time that night, the feeling sending him over the edge. His thrusts became less rhythmic as he grew closer, Dan clenching tightly around him until he came himself, deep inside the younger male, gasping and groaning, his hips moving erratically as he rode out his orgasm.

~Phil collapsed onto him, rolling over and pulling out, hearing Dan whimper quietly as his cum dripped out of him slightly. Dan moved over to lean on him, looking at him and smiling a little. “Wanna nap and then we’ll talk about this?” He offered, seeing Phil nod before they both passed out. 

A/N: Can I just with the fact that I still always listen to Often by The Weeknd whenever I write lmao. This is 2.3 k, so t’s seriously official, I can’t write a short hc. 

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