PHAN SMUT NSFW

HOOOOOOO BOY (thank you btw i appreciate you and i’m rly happy you sent this to me)

dan

when dan bottoms he’s loud, vocal. phil knows exactly which buttons to push and which strings to pull, so dan, no matter how hard he tries, can’t hold back his moans. phil will kiss his neck a certain way, run his tongue over the nape and dan will out a little gasp. phil’s hands will roam down and grip dan’s hips a little tightly, dan will suck in a breath. he’ll let out loud swears when phil stretches him and lets out strained moans when phil hits him just right. when he comes, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he falls limp, little high-pitched whines leaving his lips as phil continues to fuck him 

but in heavy contrast, when dan tops, he’s notably a lot quieter. he’ll hold his breath when he fingers phil open, he’ll make long moans from the back of his throat when he enters phil, and when he’s fully inside phil, he’ll grip phil’s hips and let out a stuttery breath before moving. when he’s moving he’ll let out like ‘uh, uh, uh’s’ until he gets close.

phil

when phil tops he slips into dom mode. even on their vanilla nights he still likes uttering little possessive praises like ‘i’m so lucky you’re all mine, just mine,’ to dan as he’s kissing his neck, biting and sucking and leaving marks just below dan’s collar bone. phil likes talking dirty, likes the way dan responds to it. he’ll groan from the back of his throat when dan bucks his hips up, trying his best to meet phil’s. when phil enters dan, that’s when he swears. he’ll do it under his breath, like it’s strained and he’s trying to hold back as he slides further into dan. when he comes he shuts his eyes tight and his mouth’s open in a silent scream. 

Description: Dan is searching through Youtube for a way to sleep when he comes across an ASMR video by a youtuber called AmazingPhil.

Tags: Masturbation; Hipster!Phil; Youtuber!Phil; NonYoutuber!Dan

A/N: Wow Drew actually wrote something for the first time in a month and it wasnt finishing a prompt he fucking needs to finish. Hoary. Part 2 coming out tomorrow. hope u are having a good day/night. 

I - II

All the breath left my lungs and I stared at him with a dumbfounded expression.

Normally people never look like their voice but Phil matched his voice is sexiness and laid back demeanor.

In short he is perfect wank material.

And who am I to let an opportunity like that go to waste?

AND THE WINNER OF TONIGHT’S PROMPT IS….how about vampire is that cool?

It had been nearly a whole year since Dan had declared Phil his boyfriend, and though he didn’t think sex was a huge part of a relationship, he wouldn’t mind having it sometimes. It wasn’t him that was never up for it, not really. It was always Phil. 

Phil, who has been dead for at least a hundred years now (Dan could never be sure, Phil always made it a point to skip around the question), was too scared. He had had sex plenty of times before he had died, sure, but he had never actually tried it after he was turned. He wasn’t intimate enough with anyone to have sex anyway, and now that he did, he was too afraid of hurting Dan.

He wouldn’t do it on purpose. He never would. It was just that he was so strong and fast, he wasn’t sure if Dan’s fragile human body could handle it. 

“Phil, honestly, if I didn’t know the risks, I wouldn’t be willing to try,” Dan said, laying on the bed with his feet hanging off the side. “I just want to try it once. That’s all. It gets a little tiresome and lonely having to wank in the shower.” 

“Dan …” Phil trailed off with a sigh.

Dan sat up swiftly. “Come on, Phil, please? We can have a safeword if it gets too much, or even if it does get to be too much, we never have to try it again, alright? I’ll go back to silently wanking in the shower and we can forget all about it.” 

Phil bit his lower lip. “I don’t know … aren’t you worried I’ll bruise you up? Possibly kill you?”

“It wouldn’t be on purpose.” 

“Dan!” Phil scolded, slapping him lightly. He always made sure to gently tap him then, too, just in case. “Stop that.”

Dan laughed, despite himself. “I’m going to keep whining until you give in. I’m not asking you to smother me with your thick ass or anything. Though I wouldn’t be opposed to-”

“Alright, alright!” Phil declared, cutting him off. “I’m not sitting on your face. If we are going to do this, then we are going to be as vanilla as we can get.” 

Vanilla. Dan could deal with that. Sex was sex after all. Though he didn’t voice his concerns to Phil, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it all vanilla. Dan knew Phil, and Dan knew he was bound to get carried away, which was more than fine. He wouldn’t mind being marked up by Phil, seeing his fingerprints bruised into his skin for a few days. “That works.” 

Phil blew out a small breath he didn’t need. “Good. But please, Dan, if it gets too much, promise me you will-”

“I will,” Dan interrupted, grabbing Phil’s wrists and pulling him onto the bed. “If it gets too much, the safeword is deadly, alright?”

Phil grinned. “Are you trying to make a joke here, Daniel?”

“Me? Using puns only I will find funny? Never.” 

Rolling his eyes, Phil leaned in and pecked Dan on the lips. “Mmmhmm,” he hummed. 

Dan chuckled beneath him, falling back so Phil was towered over him. He hated to admit it, but he could already feel his cock stirring just from thinking about having sex with Phil. He had wanted this for so long, and he had finally gotten Phil to agree and at least try it. 

Phil’s eyes slowly trailed over Dan’s body, stopping when he saw the small bulge in his jeans. “Maybe I could get you off just by looking at you,” he said lowly, eyes glowing red. At one point, that used to concern Dan, but now he realized they only did that when he was hungry. Or lustful.

“I rather not cum just from that,” Dan told him. “I want you to touch me. Mark me.” He pulled Phil on top of him, kissing him slowly and moving Phil’s hands to his hips, urging him to do something. “We can take it slow, but preferably keep it in this century,” he mumbled against Phil’s lips.

Phil smiled, pulling away slowly to look at Dan’s face. “One of these days, I’m going to punish you for calling me old.” 

“Oh, no! Please don’t punish me!” Dan exasperated, winking. 

Phil used that as his sign to hook his fingers beneath the waistband of Dan’s jeans, and pulled them down swiftly, causing Dan to raise a brow. “What?” Phil asked.

“Nothing. Just wish I could undress myself that quickly,” he joked. 

“I’m sorry, Dan. I didn’t mean to-”

“Relax,” Dan chuckled. “I’m only joking. This just means we get to the good stuff quicker, right?” 

Phil shot him a look, making sure to pull down Dan’s boxers as slowly as possible, wanting to be careful, but noting that it only seemed to make Dan grow impatient. He also noticed how much his cock twitched from being teased, and locked that information away for later use. He tossed his boxers aside, admiring Dan’s bare lower half. His cock was still growing, stopping when it reached halfway to his bellybutton and curving to the left. He had see Dan naked before, but there was something more enticing about this time. 

“Please,” Dan whimpered. “Touch me.” He slowly took off his own shirt, throwing it across the bed so he was now completely naked and on display. 

For some reason, Phil’s nerves had dissipated, and he reached out slowly, grabbing Dan’s cock in his hand, giving it long, firm strokes. 

“Thought you might be quicker,” Dan choked out, eyes closing as he bucked his hips with every upward stroke. “After all, you always brag about how fast you are.”

“Trust me, I could make you cum in three seconds,” Phil warned, quickening his strokes. 

“I rather not though, thanks.” He let out small moans when Phil’s fingers swiped across his slit, running right through the precum that bubbled from his tip. “Phil, as good as this feels, I do this in the shower. Please do something else.”

Phil swallowed the lump in his throat. “You want me … You want me to fuck you?”

Dan whined at that. “Please. Make me yours.”

“You already are mine,” Phil told him, giving Dan’s cock one last stroke before he stood up, digging around the bedside drawer for the lube Dan kept on hand, because you never know when you might need it, he would say. He popped the cap and squeezed some onto his fingers, rubbing them together. “I’ll try to be gentle.” 

“I don’t care, Phil! Please just do something.” 

Phil briefly wondered how Dan could be lost in the pleasure already, but didn’t question it further as he pressed one finger to Dan’s hole, rubbing around the rim before pressing one digit inside, slowly pumping it in and out.

“Ah, yes, just like that,” Dan whimpered, lightly moving back onto Phil’s finger. “You can add another.” 

Phil wasn’t sure, but he trusted Dan, so he inserted another, beginning to scissor him open, pumping and curling his fingers, trying to find his prostate. It was clear when he found it, because Dan let out a loud moan, thighs shaking. “Mmm, found it, did I?”

“Mmmhmm,” Dan replied, fucking himself on Phil’s fingers. “Please get inside me. Please, Phil. It’s all I want.” 

Phil was unaware of how brightly his eyes were glowing as he removed his fingers and slid down his pants, using the remaining lube to coat his rock hard cock. He hadn’t even realized how hard he was until now. He had been so focused on Dan’s pleasure, he hadn’t noticed. 

He lined himself up with Dan’s clenching hole, and pressed the tip to it, listening to the small whimper that Dan let out.

“If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to ram it in me myself and fuck down on it. Hard.” 

Phil smiled wickedly. “Sounds hot, baby. Maybe you should give me a sample of that.”

Dan growled, Sitting up and gripping Phil’s shoulders, pulling him forward so his cock began to enter him, filling him up. Dan moaned loudly into Phil’s ear, uncaring if it agitated his enhanced hearing. “Please, please, please,” he chanted, moving his hips so he could feel more of Phil. “Fuck me.” 

Phil thrusted once, then twice, loving the way Dan sounded in his hears, picking up the pace to see what other sounds he was capable of making. His fingers gripped Dan’s biceps tightly, and he pounded into Dan with a force he was unaware of. They were both so lost in the pleasure, neither of them felt the pain.

“Yes! Keep going!” Dan shouted, loving how Phil’s thick cockhead rammed directly into his prostate. 

Phil’s lips attached to Dan’s neck, and he sucked a deep, dark purple hickey into it, moaning when he felt Dan come undone beneath him. He reached down and jerked Dan’s cock as he came all over their stomachs, pumping so quickly, he began to overstimulate Dan. His fangs poked out some, piercing Dan’s skin, allowing him to taste him in ways no one else could. 

“Oh God!” Dan cried, jaw hanging down as he felt Phil fill him up. When Phil retracted, cum spilled from Dan’s hole and down his thighs, though that’s not what he was focused on. He was focused on the bruises that coated his upper arms, and could practically feel the hickey on his neck, throbbing.

Phil looked over Dan, horror in his eyes. “Dan, I am so, so sorry. This is why-”

“Phil,” Dan cut him off, smiling at him. “That was fantastic. You didn’t hurt me. I didn’t even feel this. Besides, I love them. You made them. Marked me up. I’m yours.” 

Still, Phil wasn’t convinced. The bruises looked painful. He said nothing more as he fetched a wet rag to clean Dan up. Once he was clean, he looked at Dan’s neck again. “I bit you.”

“Did you?” Dan asked, feeling the area around his neck. “I didn’t feel it.”

“Probably because I didn’t release any venom. In fact, it probably made your orgasm better than it would have been previously,” he admitted. 

“Well, it felt great,” Dan promised, pulling Phil down to lay beside him. “I love you, Phil. You don’t have to be so delicate around me. I love a little pain.”

“Ah, so the truth comes out,” Phil laughed. 

“Shut up. I’m tired now.”

Phil rolled his eyes, brushing strands of hair away from Dan’s face. “Go to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed Dan on the forehead, watching him as his eyes fluttered and his breaths evened out. And yeah, he most definitely loved Dan, too.

~ lacey

added in daddy kink and a little bit of bondage, brief bit of choking too~ 

*”Phil, please fuck me, I wanna feel your cock inside me,” Dan whined, lying on the couch, legs hanging over the armrest, looking up at Phil imploringly. Phil was busy answering emails while Dan was impatiently kicking his feet in the air.

*”I need to finish these first, sorry,” Phil said, obviously distracted. His glasses were slipping down his face and he absentmindedly shoved them back up.

*Dan let out a frustrated sigh and he pouted up at the ceiling, before he got an idea. He started palming himself through his lavender panties, pushing his oversized shirt up so he could rub and pinch his nipples with his other hand. “Daddy,” Dan whined.

*Dan’s eyes slipped closed as he swiped his thumb over the moisture collecting on the front of his panties, letting out a small moan. He didn’t see Phil’s head jerk up to look at him, and didn’t notice Phil putting his laptop to one side. He did notice, however, the hand that was suddenly on his throat and the hand that closed around his wrist and pulled his hand away from his cock. He opened his eyes to see Phil standing over him now as he squeezed gently around his throat.

*”If Daddy’s little slut wants to break the rules, I guess you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here.” Phil’s voice was deeper and his eyes were frigid. Dan’s hips jerked. “Please touch me,” Dan begged, his voice a little faint from being choked. “Put me in my place, Daddy, fuck me hard.”

*”No, I don’t think I will. You’ve been a bad boy, and bad boys become fucktoys, don’t they? I don’t care about your pleasure at all.” Dan’s breath stuttered at Phil’s words. Phil continued, “Go to your room and strip, and kneel on the floor beside the bed with your hands behind your back. Wait for me. If you touch yourself again, you’ll be in even more trouble. Do I make myself clear?” Phil punctuated this with a hard squeeze to Dan’s neck, and Dan nodded quickly. Phil let him get up and slapped his ass when he stood up. 

* Phil finished the emails, knowing that the suspense would get Dan even more riled up. He got up and peeked into Dan’s room, and was pleased to see that Dan was wiggling restlessly and whimpering impatiently. Phil went to his own room to get some things first, before announcing his presence to Dan. 

*”Stand up, no talking. Sounds are okay.” Dan startled and scrambled up. Phil put a cock ring around Dan even as he whimpered about it. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed, I’m tying you up.” Phil tied Dan’s hands and ankles to the bedposts so that Dan was on his forearms and his knees. 

*”Did you stretch yourself today?” Dan nodded. “Filthy little fucktoy, I didn’t tell you that you could do that, but I suppose it’s less work for me.” Phil settled a blindfold around Dan’s eyes. “Green for okay, yellow for slow down, red for stop, okay?” Phil’s voice was softer for a second. Dan nodded again. 

*Dan jerked forward when he felt something start pressing on his hole; the blindfold made it impossible to tell what Phil would do next. Dan could only assume it was a buttplug because it wasn’t warm like Phil’s cock and Phil had said he wasn’t going to fuck Dan. When it bottomed out, Dan whined; it wasn’t big enough to mimic Phil’s cock. 

*”Such a dirty cockslut, aren’t you?” Phil purred. “So desperate for me to fuck you hard, aching for me to fill you up, isn’t that right? I bet even if you were stuffed with two cocks you still wouldn’t be satisfied. What a lovely little slut I have, and you’re all mine to do with as I please.” Phil spanked him and Dan moaned. His painfully-hard cock bobbed between his legs when Phil spanked him again, jostling the buttplug. 

*”For your punishment, you’re going to stay like that until I feel like you’ve learned.” Dan whined, wanting to complain but knowing that if he did, Phil would punish him even more. Dan thrusted his hips even though he knew it was futile. 

*”See you later, slut,” Phil said casually. With the blindfold on, Dan didn’t know that Phil was actually still in the room, and he became too preoccupied to think about it when the buttplug started vibrating. He jerked in surprise and it took a lot of concentration not to yell anything, biting his bottom lip as he moaned.

* Phil watched him for a minute, before heading to his room to get a book. He settled against the doorframe of Dan’s room and brought the vibration level down so that it was barely stimulating Dan at all. Dan whimpered and wiggled his butt, then thrusted his hips more, silently begging for the sensation to come back.

* Phil turned the vibration on and off, or lower and higher, depending what he felt like. It was very casual, the way Phil pressed the buttons on the remote. It was like changing the channel on TV. Dan was sweating now, his hair curled, and his cock was red and leaking pre-cum all over the bed as he was constantly brought to the edge and then let back down again. He was panting in between moans and gasps. 

* Phil padded over to the bed when he had turned off the vibrating buttplug for about 5 minutes. Dan thought maybe his punishment was over and that Phil would be coming back soon, and he wasn’t at all prepared for the simultaneous sensation of a vibrator on his cock and the buttplug in his ass vibrating at the same time. 

* Phil finally took off the cock ring. Dan almost sobbed with relief, feeling his cock pulse. “Grind into the bed and make yourself cum like the dirty whore you are.” 

* Dan rested his forehead on his hands almost like he was praying, and spread his legs wider so his cock would touch his sheets. 

* “Such a pretty, desperate slut, willing to do anything to cum.” Phil started talking to get him up to orgasm. “Maybe the next time you decide to be bad, I’ll hold your mouth open with a gag, so wide that you can’t wrap your lips around my cock, and I’ll just fuck your throat. I can do whatever I want with you, you’re just my little fucktoy. Your desires don’t matter. I could tie you to the bed and fill you with my cum, and then leave you there until I’m ready for you again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t care as long as you can get my cock in you, you fucking whore.” Dan moaned as he thrusted against the sheets, the friction hurting but feeling so good at the same time paired with Phil’s words. He almost shrieked when Phil started fucking the plug in and out of him in time with his movements. 

* When Dan finally orgasmed, he swore to God he could see stars even though his eyes were closed and blindfolded. He went limp on the bed, breathing hard, ignoring the fact that he was now lying in his own cum. Phil swiftly untied the ropes, massaging the red skin, and took the plug out of Dan. When he removed the blindfold, Dan rolled a little, grimacing when the cum on his skin was exposed to the air. He looked up at Phil with a tired smile. 

* “You okay?” Phil rubbed his thumb on Dan’s cheek, and Dan leaned into the touch. “Mmhmm,” he hummed. “I’ll be right back, okay? I’ll clean you up and you can sleep in my bed while I clean everything else, alright?” “Okay,” Dan drawled, his eyes half-closed, watching Phil leave the room. 

* Dan watched Phil wipe the cum off his skin, and lazily slipped on the underwear that Phil gave him. He giggled when Phil scooped him up in his arms and carried him across the hall, tucking him into the bright blue and green bedsheets. “Hurry back,” Dan mumbled, and Phil brushed Dan’s hair out of his eyes and kissed his cheek. “I’ll only be a few minutes, and then I’ll come back and cuddle.” “Hmm, love you.” “Love you too.”

- Rebecca 

prompt: 

“I came across this gif of you from your latest video. How come you never brought this-” Dan smacks Phil’s ass lightly, eliciting a moan from Phil,”-to my attention?”

A gasp leaves Phil’s mouth as he feels his pyjama bottoms slide off, Dan’s hands cool against his bare ass.

“God, I just want to eat you up,” Dan mutters, sliding his palms over Phil’s cheeks. He lightly slaps Phil’s ass and Phil jerks forwards, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping his mouth.

“You like that, don’t you?” Dan questions, smirk growing on his face as he slaps Phil again, this time a tad bit harder.

genre: smut!!!

warnings: spanking, bottom!phil, top!dan, sub!phil aka phil goes into subspace but don’t worry dan’s good at aftercare 

word count: 2027

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a/n: not going to lie, i keep saying this about most of my fics these days, but i’m really feeling this one!! like it was so fun to write and the words just kept flowing and this prompt was a+ so i would just like to thank whoever sent this to me, i owe you my life. okay, hope you guys enjoy!!!! <3333

prompt: 

genre: smut (yEET)

warnings: swearing, consensual somnophilia, daddy!kink, rimming

word count: 1149

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a/n: thank you to @dark-days-dark-nights-xx for beta’ing <3 i don’t have much to say other than i hope you enjoy reading it!! i had tonnes of fun writing it!! <33

- they’ve done this before. toys aren’t anything new to either of them, and phil loves using them on dan, experimenting, making him cum, marking his skin red and blue, but usually, only in the privacy of closed doors and in the comfort of their own own home, curled up on their messy sheets. but, not to this extent. not out here. not when there is the possibility of being caught.

- they’re sat on a bench in a nearby park because really, dan couldn’t walk anymore. he feels surrounded by phil, despite the toy inside of him being plastic. phil’s been playing with the settings for a few minutes now, switching it on and off, increasing and decreasing the intensity of the vibrations. dan grins, half amused and half uncomfortable, as he pushes his back against the back of the bench. arousal curls low in his belly, and it’s a better feeling than a constant state of worry, but embarrassing all the same.

- either way, it’s nice to let the pleasure build. his body feels too warm in his clothes, and his cock is steadily pushing harder against his zipper. it’s a bit exciting that nobody around him knows that he’s got a wireless vibrator deep in his ass, pushing against his prostate every time he moves around the wooden bench.

- phil has it turned off at the moment, but dan still likes how it feels, too slippery and big in him. he’s distracted when it happens, the toy coming to life all of the sudden. it startles him, but he’s forced to grip armrest to bite back a moan. it buzzes hard in him, and dan’s pretty certain it’s on the highest setting; the one that makes him cum without him touching himself, the one that has him on the edge of being too much, but never enough. phil chuckles and dan swears, he would punch phil if it didn’t feel so good.

- a moan bubbles in dan’s throat as his dick twitches under his briefs, his legs part just a bit, slightly bent and toes digging into the soles of his shoes. his small whimpers sounds loud against the warm air, even loud with the sounds of children playing. the arousal in dan’s belly only seems to worsen because of it.

- do you like it? phil asks, his voice is hoarse and deep, melting over dan’s skin, lips only a few inches away from his ear. He might as well whispered ‘let me fuck you’ in his ear the way dan’s body reacts. embarrassment rushes through dan and he can’t help but whimper, he’s wearing sweatpants and phil can probably see how hard he is, how much he loves it despite taking hours to agree to the idea.

- the air is hot and damp, heavy against dan’s skin, and he wishes they had sat on a bench with more shade because he feels even hotter suddenly, like he’s standing in front of the sun. which, really, might be more accurate than dan would like to admit. it sounds cheesy but his heart skips a beat at the thoughts of what phil can do to him as if to agree with him.

- dan is about to reply, with something witty for sure, when he feels the arousal strengthen in his belly. he feels fingers, both gentle and rough, sliding over his body, a hot mouth with angry teeth pressing against his neck. arousal throngs through his body like he’s right about to climax.

- yes, dan whispers, hoping it sounds more casual than the desperate way he thought it sounded. a shudder dips down his spine and phil presses his lips to dan’s mouth, just as the vibrations come to an end. dan feels as though the air were choked out of him and he mewls into phil’s mouth, grinding slowly against the wood of the bench. please, dan whispers.

- it feels slow, like time has stopped, the way he waits for phil to turn the vibrator back on, the way phil’s lips hover over dan’s and the million times dan rolls a tongue over his own bottom lip, tasting phil and wanting more. dan presses closer and their bodies push up against each other until dan can no longer tell where he starts and where phil ends.

- and really, dan can’t seem to care when phil’s lips are finally against his again, with a nosy tongue trying to pry them apart. a moan escapes dan’s throat before he can stop it, and he knows phil likes it because phil’s hips jerk up against his own suddenly. phil’s hands glide over dan’s sweat slick back as they work their hips forward. it feels as if a handful of mouths are against dan’s skin, but he knows it’s only one, he follows the path of phil’s as his teeth drag into the side of his neck. dan doesn’t even seem to notice when phil drags a hand back to his pocket, to turn the vibrator back on again although not on the same setting as before, but he feels when phil does.

- it’s overwhelming, the feeling rushing through his body, a feeling he can’t really explain, a feeling of just so much, too much, but not enough. phil’s teeth grip at his bottom lip as fingers grip at his sweatpants, loosening them just enough for phil to fit his hand in. there’s a rhythm of heavy breaths and soft moans between them, the same rhythm that pulses through his veins. dan’s legs are trembling with an approaching orgasm with the first tug of phil’s hand.

- phil presses him impossibly closer together when dan cums, pressing their lips together, attempting to quiet the loud moans that dan carelessly emits. dan sounds almost as wrecked as he feels and looks, really. dan keens as the vibrator presses against his prostate, milking out his orgasm until it’s almost painful, but phil doesn’t seem to think of turning it off, all he does is take his hand off of dan’s cock.

- dan’s body heaves with exertion and his chest feels tight as the vibrator pulses right against his prostate, and it’s too early for him to go again, but he wants to. slowly, he begins to grind against the rough wooden surface of the bench, pushing the prostate deeper.

- phil grins, intensifying the vibrations of the vibrator. dan’s cock hardens then, and he begins to fuck back against the vibrator, as he would if he were riding phil’s cock. he feels too good to care that he’s in public, in park of all places, that he could get caught, get arrested, get exposed. dan cums dry the second time, fucking himself on the vibrator seated deep inside him.

I also added a weeeeeny bit of daddy!kink and gave Dan a tongue piercing because why not? If you have trouble getting past the cut on mobile open in your browser!

When Phil firstmeets his university roommate, he knows he’s hit the jackpot. The boy who’ssitting on one of the single beds introduces himself as Dan, and suddenly Philisn’t quite so regretful over his decision to live in one of the crampedone-room suites on campus, rather than paying extra for the more spacious dormsdown the road. Dan is gorgeous, to say the least. He has these pretty browneyes surrounded by fans of long lashes and lovely, dark locks that feather outagainst his face. His smile is so bright it might not even be an issue thatthere’s only one tiny window in the cinderblock room and that the lightbulbscrewed into the cracked ceiling is basically useless.  He’s classically beautiful – but that isn’tnecessarily what makes Phil decide he needs to have him within the first threeseconds of knowing him. It’s more likely that every fibre in this boys’ beingscreams twink. From the way he’sdressed, in skin tight black jeans and a deep plunging V-neck that’s probablytwo sizes too small, to the way he spreads his long body across the small bedlike he’s there for a centrefold shoot. Phil’s staring at his pouty, fullbottom lip wondering what it’d look like wrapped around his cock when Dan – onhabit, or perhaps something else – pushes the silver ball of his tonguepiercing out and gently grips it between his teeth, before retracting it backinto his mouth. It’s then that Phil’s want becomes more of a need.

Sorry for the long ass wait. If you have trouble reading om mobile, open in your phone browser y’all.

Dan Howellhas always had a problem with finishing things. There’s a file on his computerwith an endless list of unfinished video ideas, a half-completed photo board hestarted about a year ago pushed under his bed, and about five songs on pianothat he’s only taught himself a quarter of the way through. He’s never beengreat at finishing things he’s started, so it’s no surprise that he’s the samewhen it comes to sex.

HOOOOOOO BOY (thank you btw i appreciate you and i’m rly happy you sent this to me)

dan

when dan bottoms he’s loud, vocal. phil knows exactly which buttons to push and which strings to pull, so dan, no matter how hard he tries, can’t hold back his moans. phil will kiss his neck a certain way, run his tongue over the nape and dan will out a little gasp. phil’s hands will roam down and grip dan’s hips a little tightly, dan will suck in a breath. he’ll let out loud swears when phil stretches him and lets out strained moans when phil hits him just right. when he comes, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he falls limp, little high-pitched whines leaving his lips as phil continues to fuck him 

but in heavy contrast, when dan tops, he’s notably a lot quieter. he’ll hold his breath when he fingers phil open, he’ll make long moans from the back of his throat when he enters phil, and when he’s fully inside phil, he’ll grip phil’s hips and let out a stuttery breath before moving. when he’s moving he’ll let out like ‘uh, uh, uh’s’ until he gets close.

phil

when phil tops he slips into dom mode. even on their vanilla nights he still likes uttering little possessive praises like ‘i’m so lucky you’re all mine, just mine,’ to dan as he’s kissing his neck, biting and sucking and leaving marks just below dan’s collar bone. phil likes talking dirty, likes the way dan responds to it. he’ll groan from the back of his throat when dan bucks his hips up, trying his best to meet phil’s. when phil enters dan, that’s when he swears. he’ll do it under his breath, like it’s strained and he’s trying to hold back as he slides further into dan. when he comes he shuts his eyes tight and his mouth’s open in a silent scream. 

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Dan smoothsdown the back of his pleated peach skirt, pale purple fingernails lingering byits hem to ensure it doesn’t ride up too far as he bends forwards. He’shonestly not too stressed about showing the entire hallway the white G-string he’swearing underneath, but the risk of revealing the obvious bump of the plugnestled inside him is a little too much, even for him. With his free hand, Danfishes out the load of textbooks from his silver satin backpack, piling them onthe empty shelf of his locker. When he’s rid his bag of any books that aren’tnecessary for first or second period, he stands back up, blowing a stray lockof straightened brown hair from his eyes.

‘Damn,’ a voice says, and Dan startles at both its unexpectedness andclose proximity. ‘With a view like that, I was kinda hopin’ you weren’t evergonna stand up.’

Dan was strapped to what he affectionately (or not-so-affectionately, as the case often was) referred to as the Block. The Block was a large rectangle of wood smoothed down with not only careful craftsmanship but years of use, drilled through with all manner of restraints and hooks and tieposts.

Dan was bent practically in two, his back and shoulders flat against the Block, his hands tied down at his sides and his legs restrained by a loop of rope that ran behind the backs of his knees and anchored near his ears. He was entirely helpless, vulnerable. At Phil’s mercy. 

Dan shuddered out a breath through his nose when he heard his Dom pace, gathering either materials or ideas. (Dan couldn’t quite tell from his position, his line of sight reduced to the ceiling and not much else.) So he waited.

The first smack of the leather flogger against his cock had Dan jolting, a loud noise slipping past his lips that wasn’t quite a scream, wasn’t quite a moan. The flogger came down again, making Dan squirm and sob. And again, and again and again.

“Shut up,” Phil barked when Dan let out a particularly loud cry, tears already dripping down his temples and running into his ears. Phil’s leather-gloved hand came up, gripping Dan’s cock in a tight tunnel and stroking once, twice. Dan jolted and whined, squeezing his eyes shut. He heard the clatter of what he thought was the flogger hitting the concrete floor. He tried to arch his neck to look, but Phil slapped him, hard, across the cheek and Dan’s head his the Block with a loud clack.

“All that I’m doing for you,” Phil growled, spanking Dan’s cock with his gloved hand. “And you’re so ungrateful.” Dan wasn’t sure if he could talk, would talk, so he just bit his lip on a choked gasp and trued to keep his hips still.

It barely took a dozen hits before Dan couldn’t hold it any longer, needed to thrash, needed to scream, needed to come, damnit. But Phil, almost as if he could sense it, pulled his hands away, leaving Dan writhing and crying and so fucking desperate. Phil picked the flogger back up, trailing it over the red-raw skin of Dan’s cock, making it jump and twitch. Dan swore he could hear Phil chuckle, and he whined.

“Stay still,” Phil growled, punctuating his warning with a smack of the flogger against Dan’s cock – an unspoken threat. Dan tried, fuck, did he try, biting his lips and clenching his fists against nothing and desperately trying to stop his trembling. He didn’t know what would happen if he disobeyed, and he really didn’t want to find out. Footsteps, then a click and suddenly a low buzzing filled the room, making Dan’s thighs twitch.

The hitachi rested against the head of Dan’s cock, making his hips jump before it pressed lower, down the shaft and over his balls until it snugged right against the strip of skin between his balls and hole. His hips kicked with a muffled shout, and Phil slapped his face again. It burned bright red, sending a jolt of arousal straight to Dan’s gut. His breathing hitched on a sob.

A tight wreath of silicone, a fleshlight, engulfed the head of Dan’s cock and he strangled out a scream. Phil took the fleshlight away, smacking Dan’s cock with the flat of his palm.

“What did I say about keeping quiet?” he growled, and Dan sunk his teeth into his tongue so hard he was afraid the skin would break. The fleshlight came back, engulfing the entirety of Dan’s length in a tight, wet tunnel. He saw stars behind his eyelids.

Phil fucked the fleshlight up and down Dan’s cock, the hitachi a constant, eager pressure against Dan’s sensitive skin. His abdomen clenched and his legs trembled, every particle of his being screaming, crying, begging for release. His red cockhead dripped precum into the tight squeeze of the fleshlight as his balls drew tight, his orgasm seconds from–

Phil pulled the fleshlight off and turned the hitachi down, leaving it on the lowest possible setting, the vibrations nearly-there and utterly maddening as he drew it up the length of Dan’s cock, circled it around the head and drew it back down. Dan couldn’t see Phil’s face but he assumed it to be one of amusement, lust, and feral, primal hunger.

The room spun and Dan’s stomach dropped out at the bottom. His skin was slick with sweat and cum and drool, shining in the harsh light of the basement. His back slid against the Block, an ache settling into his bones that he knew well.

The hitachi resettled itself below his balls and the fleshlight came back, thrusting in slow, lazy movements, making tears prick behind Dan’s eyelids. He sobbed and wailed, too far gone to care about Phil’s rules or punishments. This was punishment enough.

“Shh, baby,” Phil crooned, flicking the vibrator off and stroking now-bare hands over Dan’s thighs, his hips, his cock. Dan’s hips jumped and his mouth fell open, he needed more, just a little bit more–

“Do you see how much I’m doing for you, baby?” Phi asked as he trailed feather-light touches over Dan’s cock. Dan tried to push up, he just needed a little bit more–

“I’ve been playing with you for an hour, baby, and you still haven’t come.” Phil tutted softly. “I’m starting to think you don’t even want to, and if you don’t…” he trailed off with a sigh. “You’re too much work,” he muttered, his hot palms disappearing from Dan’s skin.

“No, please!” Dan shouted, but his pleas fell of deaf ears. Dan heard the door open and close, and footsteps ascend the stairs.