Imagine! Meant to post last night, but got tired and fell asleep before editing.
You are staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to see what Shawn sees in you. You honestly have no idea what he sees.
He always says you’re beautiful, stunning, that you take his breath away. But you just can’t see it.
All you can see is your double chin, your puffy cheeks, wide hips, flat ass, thick thighs, flabby belly.
The longer you stare, the worse you look.
God this is what Shawn sees.
“Hey Babe.” He says walking to your room. “Ready for our run?” He asks.
You look over at him with a weak smile.
“Babe are you okay?” He asks walking over to you, resting the back of his hand to your forehead.
“What? I’m fine.” You push his hand away.
“You’re all sweaty, and flushed. are you feeling okay?”
“Yes Shawn I’m fine.” You giggle.
Lately you and Shawn have been going on a daily runs, but he doesn’t know that you go on two daily runs. You go for about two miles and then meet up with him, running another two with him, and sometimes you run another one.
Just to burn those calories.
“But.” He starts.
“I’m fine.” You say walking past him, grabbing your water bottle.
He lets it go, but keeps a close watch on you.
He catches you again, later that day, staring at yourself in the mirror.
“Can’t stop looking at it either?” He says with a smirk. Your eyes go wide and you push his hands away as he tries to hug you from behind. He doesn’t quite catch your attitude until he goes to grab you again and this time you completely move away from him.
“Hey.” He says following you.
“What Shawn?” You snap. He takes a step back, barely, and stares at you.
“Whats wrong?” He asks, gaze softening.
“I just don’t want you to touch me okay.” You say frustrated.
“Okay,” He says putting his hands up in surrender.
“I have to go get ready for dinner.” You say going to your closet, resting your head in your hands.
“Should we match tonight?” He asks following you, watching as you rub your eyes with the heel of your hand. “Baby?” He asks softly. “Tell me whats wrong.”
“Just drop it.” You say looking up at him. He just stares at you. You take a breath and look at his side of the closet. “What are you gonna wear?”
“Oh um,” He looks over and shrugs. “I don’t know, what should I wear?” He says walking a bit closer to you, slowly.
“I don’t know Shawn.” You sigh.
“I know, we’ll pick a color. Then I’ll pick your dress and you can pick my outfit out. Cute right?” He says, honestly it sounded like a lot of fun so you nodded, smiling.
“Dark or light?”
“Ok, you pick mine, and I’ll pick yours.” He says smiling. Instead of looking at your side he simply walked out of the room.
“Shawn? Where are you going?” You ask, looking through his shirts.
“To pick yours out, I’ll be back.” He says, and you hear him grab his keys and then walk out.
“Oh god.” You mumble.
“Go get dressed Babe.” He said handing you a black bag.
“Here’s yours.” You say handing him a pile of clothes you’ve folded nicely.
“This is really exciting.” He says as you start to walk away.
You go to your room and close the door, sneaking a peak into the bag. You pull out the most amazing dark blue dress. It’s shiny and goes to about mid thigh. It’s cute and shows off some cleavage.
But under the dress was another bag. A pink and black bag.
“Oh my god.” You mumble as you pull the Victoria Secret bag out.
He got you a matching set of dark blue lace underwear and panties. They were pretty cute, and when you put them on, because well it was apart of his choosing, they made you feel so confident. And made you feel sexy as hell.
You slipped the dress on and smiled at yourself in the mirror.
When was the last time I smiled looking in the mirror.
“Shawn?” You call out.
“Straight, curled or up in a ponytail type of hair style.” Even though you knew the answer.
“Curled.” He yelled back.
You smiled and turned your curling iron on.
You opened the door and looked down, seeing a pair of heels that matched your dress.
You smiled to yourself and slipped into the heels.
You walked out to the front, heels clicking on the hard wood. Shawn stood up from his spot on the couch. Putting his phone in his back pocket.
“Jesus.” He breathed out as he looked at you.
“Yeah?” You asked.
“Twirl.” He says motioning for you to twirl with his right index finger.You did as told and twirled.
“Holy fuck.” He mumbled, tugging at his curls.
“I like that shirt.” You said pointing at him.
“Yeah?” He said twirling, making you giggle.
“Yeah, shows off those badass tats.” You say as he comes closer.
“You do know this is a business dinner right?”
“Why get tattoo’s if your just gonna cover them, that’s just teasing.” You say as he smiles at you.
“Um you didn’t give me a pair of boxers, so I went commando.” He says grinning.
“You didn’t.” You say, deadpanning.
“Wanna check?” He teases.
“Kind of, yeah?” You laugh. He gulps.
“What do you think of your outfit?” He changes the subject.
“I love it, baby you didn’t have to go out and buy me it.” You say walking into his embrace.
“I gotta spoil my girl.”
“Yeah but with a new dress, shoes, and a new set?” You say smirking.
“Well, the dress and shoes were for you. The set? That my dear is for me.”
“Thought so.” You giggle.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
This dinner is extremely boring for you. You have no idea what they are talking about because you zoned out about 20 minutes ago, and whenever Shawn looks at you you just smile at him.
“I have to go to the bathroom, Y/n? Join me?” One of the other girlfriends, Nicole offers. You smile and nod.
You get up and can feel Shawn’s gaze burning on you.
You both enter the bathroom and she goes straight for the sink.
“God I hate these dinners, their so boring.” She says washing her hands.
“Yeah, usually I just zone out. Making lists about what I need to do the next day in my head.” You confess.
“Smart.” She says smiling at you in the mirror.
Somehow the topic comes around to food, and she’s talking about what you ordered.
“Don’t you think it was a bit much?”
“Oh the price?” You ask, because you planned on covering for yourself.
“No, not the price, lord knows these boys can handle a meal of that price. I mean the amount. It’s a bit much, I mean look at you. You gotta stop eating so much.” She says eyeing your stomach.
You stopped in your tracks. Completely taking back by what she just said.
“Well come on dear, its the truth and we all know it.” She says. “Shawn ain’t gonna see you as a beautiful woman if you keep gaining.”
You were appalled. You had actually thought that you were losing some weight.
“Um.” You didn’t know how to respond.
“Don’t take offense honey, it’s life. Some are rounder than others.” She shrugged walking out of the bathroom.
And just like that, the good mood Shawn got you into was gone. With a 30 second conversation about your meal. All those thoughts that were in your head all morning and afternoon were now screaming at you.
You exit, not looking at yourself, and take your seat next to Shawn. Your meal had been delivered and you noticed Nicole look at you with a frown.
You were starving, but she was right. How could you eat like this and expect to lose weight.
So you discreetly picked at your food, not eating really anything. Shawn noticed, letting his hand rest on your thigh before you pushed it off.
“Hey.” He whispered in your ear, so no one else would hear.
“Not now.” You barely met his gaze.
“Are we back to this?” He said trying to get your attention.
“Don’t Shawn.” You sneered.
He huffed and ordered you a box even though you told him it was okay. But you secretly thanked him because that was an expensive meal that you didn’t eat.
“Care to explain what’s wrong yet?” He asked once the car doors were closed.
“Please Shawn, not right now.” You sighed.
“No, I thought I broke this. I thought I got you feeling better.” He said staring at you fiercely.
“You did.” You whispered.
“Y/n tell me what is wrong? You are killing me here, I know something is up and you wont tell me. I thought we didn’t keep things from each other.”
“We don’t” You defended turning to look at him.
“Then tell me whats wrong.” He whispered, he looked so distraught. It’s now you realized how worried and concerned he is.
Just tell him.
“I just,” You start. “I just am having some body image issues.”
“What?” He says in shock, not the answer he was expecting.
“I have been feeling bad about myself lately and it was really bad this morning. It was practically gone when I put this outfit on, but Nicole.” You stopped yourself.
“What did Nicole do?”
“She pretty much told me that you would no longer wanna be with me if I gained any more weight.”
“WHAT?” He said becoming angry. “That’s fucking ridiculous.”
“No it’s not Shawn, she’s right. I’m a fat piece of shit.” You say, shaking your head.
“HEY!” He shouted at you. Shocking you. “Don’t you EVER speak about MY girlfriend like that.” He warned you.
“Shawn.” You sighed.
“No, listen to me. That hurts my feelings. I love you and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your fucking curves kill me, I can barely keep my hands off of you. I’m not liking this ‘push Shawn’s hands away’ thing. You’re mine and I’m gonna hold you when I want to. You are beautiful, stunning, funny, a smart ass, smart, caring, compassionate, and most importantly mine.”
“Really?” You ask, tearful.
“Come here.” He say pulling you over the console, sitting you on his lap.
“Jesus, do you know how bad you’re killing me in this dress.” He says running his hands up and down your thighs.
“No.” You mumble.
“Let’s just say, I had no idea what we were talking about at dinner because all I could think about was getting you home.” He smirks. “That dress is beautiful, but I’d rather see what you look like without it on.”
You laugh and lightly smack his chest.
“No, you think you look fat. Ha, babe you are not fat. You aren’t even close to being fat. Like miles away from being fat.”
“But this afternoon you said ‘You staring at it to?’”
“Yeah, how beautiful you are. I know that I can’t stop staring at it.”
You smile and lean your head against his shoulder.
“No yeah, that makes sense.” You mumble.
“What did you think I meant?”
“Stop, you’re killing me here.” He says making you look at him.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.” He says tucking a curl behind your ear.
“Take me home.” You say crawling back to your seat.
“It’s about fucking time, I’ve been waiting all night to take you home.”
And just like that, everything Nicole had said vanished from your mind. All that mattered was what Shawn said.
Westallen in couple’s therapy was lowkey hilarious. IRIS BROKE MY HEART. HER FEELINGS ARE TOTALLY VALID AND BARRY NEEDED TO HEAR HER STRUGGLES OF WHEN HE WAS IN THE SPEEDFORCE, okay thanks. Communication is key
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Can we just let two boys be gay and in love without making it about their sex life (I.e. Who “tops”)? It’s really none of your goddamn business what their sex life is like if they even have one???
Can we also let boys show affection for each other without shipping them/pressuring them to date, or, again, fantasizing about their sex life? Boys should be allowed to show affection for one another in a platonic manner.
“Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?”
“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally.
Louis shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”
Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”
“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”
“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.”
Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.
A/N wow who knew my titles could get even shittier. okay so i dont wanna be like slacking all the time, and i know i said this fic would be up last week but my mental health has been absolutely shit so im sorry. anyway 90% is dialogue and its pretty shit but yeah here you go i guess. im lowkey proud and my goal for this fic is 300 notes (i got 280 on my last one so far). if you like please like/ reblog and send me prompts!!!
excessive dialogue, minimal editing, lots of praise, fluffy smut, riding, friends to lovers, mentions of kickthesticks oops
Dan walked around the cafeteria in his worn out converse and ripped jeans, trying to spot which table his friends were at today. As usual they were in the very corner of the cafeteria, all huddled together and laughing. Dan sat between Byrony and Phil as soon as he reached the table. Once he placed his school lunch down on the sticky table Phil instinctively wrapped a protective arm around his best friend’s waist. Phil didn’t know it, but Dan had a huge crush on him, anyone who met them definitely knew. Thats why their friends made fun of them constantly, because Dan had told them his obvious secret.
“Tone down the PDA mate,” PJ laughed from the other side of the table.
“Oh shut up PJ, you’re just jealous because you don’t have someone you can do this with,” Phil shot back. PJ just scoffed and Dan giggled, leaning into his friends touch.
“As if, Chris clearly wants PJ to fuck him,” Dan said without thinking.
“Dan! You said you could keep a secret you dick head!” Chris blushed violently and hid behind his own hands.
“Wait what?!” PJ exclaimed as if it wasn’t obvious. Everyone laughed except for Chris, who was still hiding. PJ took Chris’s hand from his face and held it while whispering something that no one else could hear.
“Oi, tone down the PDA mate,” Phil mocked.
“Oh shut up Phil,” Byrony but in, “So how long have you and Dan been together Phil?” Dan blushed and hid in Phil’s side. If they kept making jokes like this Phil would find out soon, and he couldn’t have that, it would ruin his friendship with Phil.
“Come on ass hat. You all know were not together and never will be,” Dan remarked.
“Mhm sure honey,”
Later that day they were all going out to a movie, Dan had a backpack with a blanket and “secret” snacks to sneak in for him and Phil. Knowing them, they’d end up putting away the arm rest in the theater and cuddling while wrapped in the blanket, no matter what movie it was. Dan found it as his own personal heaven and suggested movie nights each week months ago. It was his only way to get the physical affection he craves and not be teased by Peej.
“Hey Phil, do you want to come over tonight? My mums not home, we could stay up all night.” Chris asked waiting in line for their tickets.
“Sorry mate I’m already going to Dan’s tonight.”
“Yeah to fuck!” Peej laughed at his own dumb adolescent joke. Byrony giggled and nodded her head.
“You aren’t funny dick, we’re just friends!” Dan defended.
“You literally sat in Phil’s lap on the way over here,” Byrony said while giggling more, “And he played with your hair!”
“Thats what friends do!”
“Uh huh sure”
During the movie Dan had somehow migrated into Phils lap again. Phil was playing with his hair with one hand and rubbing agonizingly slow circles on Dan’s hip with the other. Dan had no clue how Phil did this and still somehow payed attention to the movie. The entire time he buried his head in Phils neck and he was imagining fucking Phil. He knows its wrong to think about these things while he’s in his best friends lap but he cant help it.
Slowly Dan started to grow hard, he shook his head and tried to think about anything else. grandma grandma grandma.
“You okay babe?” oh yeah, another thing, they always called each other babe and baby, but they’re just friends mind you.
“Mhm just tired,” Dan faked a yawn and snuggled farther into Phil’s neck.
“Go to sleep then, I’ll carry you out to the car later and wake you up when we get back to your house.”
“Mmk darlin, night.” Although Dan was faking the yawn he was quite tired, and he wanted to stay up late tonight. He decided it was best to just stick with the lie and go to sleep on Phils chest.
Dan was currently snoring lightly on Phil’s chest and muttering something incomprehensible while being carried out to the car.
“Oi, wake princess up,” Chris snickered.
“I’ll just sit him on my lap and buckle him in with me. Let him sleep asshole.”
“You know he likes you right?” Byrony stated matter of factly.
“Yeah right, stop joking guys, you know I like him, theres no need to get my hopes up,” Phil scoffed and sped up towards the car.
Their three friends shook their heads behind him. Dan and Phil would find out eventually. Right?
“P-Phil,” Dan said lightly while tightening his grip on him. Phil thought that Dan had woken up so he responded with a small “hm?” but got no response. They had just dropped off Byrony and now were heading towards Dan’s house. Since Phil didn’t get an answer he just assumed Byrony slamming the door woke up Dan for a split second.
That was until Dan grinded against Phil’s thigh. Phil felt a surge of arousal shoot through his body. Dan did it again and Phil gasped. Dan opened his mouth to moan again but Phil quickly covered his mouth. He couldn’t believe this. His best friend, not to mention his crush, was having a wet dream. In his lap. In the back of their friends car. Moaning Phil’s name! Phil debated waking him up, or just waiting until they got home and ignoring the whole situation. His awkwardness decided the second option was best.
Only seconds later Dan was grinding again and panting against Phil’s hand which was still covering his mouth. Phil prayed to every god he could think of that this car ride would be over soon because he was starting to get hard under his sleeping friend. He knew that he shouldve moved his hands from where they were on Dan’s hips because he didnt want to invade his friends space during a dream like this. Phil’s self conscious had a different idea though and moved his hands somewhere worse. Dan’s plump ass. He knew it wasnt right but he couldnt fight his instincts. Dans grinding slowed, but only so that he could push back into Phil’s hands.
Phil squeezed hard and Dan’s eyes shot open.
“Oh no,” Phil whispered almost completely silent.
“Okay guys, we’re here.” Peej announced from the front seat, “See you guys Monday. Have a good weekend.”
Dan slowly and cautiously crawled out of Phils lap, careful to hide his hard on from his friends as they said goodbye. When Chris and PJ pulled out of Dan’s drive way Dans mouth failed to make a sound even though he opened it.
“I’m so sorry Dan! I dont know what i was thinking but you were grinding on me- and- an- and you moan- moaned my name! My body was just reacting I’m so so so sorry!!” Phil spat out quickly.
“Hey, ba-Phil, don’t worry, its okay, I lik-” Dan paused and didnt finish his thought, “Lets just go inside. We dont have to talk about it if you dont want to okay babe- Phil.”
“Oh god I’m so sorry for making things awkward I didnt mean to but you kept going and oh god im so sorry-”
“Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you need to shut up Philly?”
“Make me,” Phil shot back but instantly regretted it. “Oh my god I didnt mean t-”
He was cut off by Dan’s lips against his.
“Do you really think you touching my ass bothered me? You even said yourself that i was moaning your name idiot.”
“Shh,” Phil joked and grabbed Dans hand. The kiss had boosted Phil’s self confidence, and he thought back to what his friends said about Dan having a crush on him. “How about we go up to your room baby? We can handle the little problem I have and sort our relationship out afterwards.”
“O-okay,” Dans usually dominating voice was small and timid now. He led Phil into the house and tugged his hands up the stairs. He wasnt leading because Phil didnt know where to go, of course he did, but because Phil was going at the slowest pce possible so that Dan would have to wait. “Please Phil, come onnn~” he whined.
Once they reached Dans room he flung the door open. “Calm down baby, you’ll get what you want if you wait.”
“But I want you now-” Dan was going to continue complaining like a child but he was cut off by a kiss.
Phil pulled away and smirked,“Thats pay back for cutting me off earlier dick.”
“Philly! No cussing!”, he playfully hit him on the chest. He was glad that his crush changed nothing. Hell, him grinding on his friend while having a wet dream changed nothing. They were still best friends and this moment made that clear to Dan. Phil smiled goofily at him and leaned in again, only to end up kissing Dan’s cheek though because Dan moved at last minute. Dan giggled and did it again when Phil attempted another kiss.
“Oh whatever babe, now come on, I wanna kiss you more.”
“Hmm- Nope.” Dan slid out of Phil’s grip and giggled as he ran across the room and leapt onto his bed. Phil chased after him, laughing also. He sat down next to Dan and just gazed at his friends eyes.
“You’re so gorgeous Dan,” he said as he reached out and cupped his face, “Can I kiss you again?”
“I dunno can you?” Dan teased. Phil rolled his eyes and leaned in slowly. Their lips collided and Dan swore he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. It all seemed so real, Phil’s hand in his hair, Phil’s lips on his own. Quickly he became paranoid. Even though they had this moment of goofing around would their friendship change after tonight? Would they end badly? Apparently Phil could hear him thinking because he pulled back.
“Dan, baby calm down. We can stop if you want, we dont have to do anything. We can even pretend this never happened if thats what you want. I would never do anything to hurt you love.”
“I’m just scared- I want you though, now come here again,” They kissed at Dans pace and soon Dan leaned back and rested his head against the pillows. “Will you touch me? Please? I dont care what you do. Just please-”
“Of course princess. Can I straddle you?” Dan nodded and Phil climbed into his lap. He lowered his hands down to Dan’s sides and looked up for consent before putting his hands under Dan’s shirt. It was all so intimate, Dan couldnt help but moan at the light little touches running up and down his chest.
“Please- just give me more please baby I’ll do anything.”
“We’re gonna go slow okay? Just wait and you’ll get what you want.”
Phil took Dans shirt off after asking if it was okay and slowly started to kiss over his chest. “You’re so pretty, have such a nice chest and a lovely stomach.” He pinched Dan’s side in a joking manor and smiled up at the giggling boy.
Dan blushed and looked away,“Oh come on youre just saying that,”
“I know you just found out I fancy you, but ever since we met I have thought that. Youre truly breathtaking Dan, and if youll let me I’d really really like to touch you right now.” He kissed down Dans stomach, closer and closer to his pant line.
“Plea-” His plead was cut off by a loud moan as Phil kissed his dick through his skinny jeans. “More. More More More Please!”
Phil unzipped Dans skinny jeans and started to pull them off. They got stuck at mid thigh and Dan burst out laughing. “Stop laughing you dick!” That only made him laugh more. Phil silenced him though by mouthing over Dan’s briefs. Dan gasped as soon as he felt the warm sensation through his underwear and Phil could feel his friends cock twitch.
“How far do you wanna go love?”
“Can- I- um-” Phil was sliding Dans skinny jeans off fully as Dan was attempting to speak.
“Can you fuck me?” Dan said in one breath. Phil smiled up at him while he took his own shirt off.
“How about you ride me? That way you can control the pace baby. Does that sound nice?” Dan glanced at Phil’s exposed chest and was only half listening when he nodded. “Have you ever prepped before? If you know what im trying to say…” Phil stared down at his feet and blushed as he was saying this. Dans confidence had shot through the roof with all of the compliments Phil was giving him so he decided to go with his cocky response.
“Of course I have, I did this morning in the shower. Thinking about your nice thick cock. I want it everywhere. In my hand, in my mouth, in my ass.” Phil groaned and hurried to take off his own skinny jeans while Dan kept going. “I even did after school too, before the movie. I was thinking about you touching me the whole time. Thinking about your fingers trailing all up and down my chest. Thinking about your lips nipping at my neck-” he was cut off by Phil doing just that. He left a love bite right above his shoulder and then carried on with more all over Dan’s neck. He left one right below his jaw, one on his collarbone. Anywhere he could reach.
“So I dont have to stretch you then?” Phil laughed in a teasing way and asked Dan where he kept the lube.
“Be-bed side table-” Dan blushed as Phil pulled Dan’s boxers down.
“Hm? Why are you so nervous? What else am i going to find?” He said casually as he slipped off his own boxers and reached for the drawer.
When Phil opened the bed side table he expected pornos, or the pair of joke hand cuffs PJ got Dan last christmas. But not all of these. No. He would never guess that dan would have these.
Lets just have a run down of what exactly Phil was looking at. A drawer full of bright pink and purple dildos. And vibrators. And lacy panties. Black ones to be specific. And two bottles of empty lube and one fairly empty bottle of lube. His jaw dropped as his picked up a huge vibrator. Phil would say that hes a pretty big guy down there but this fucking vibrator was at least ten inches.
Dan hid behind his hands as Phil examined all of the different vibes and such.
“Hm.. maybe we’ll have fun with those later, but for right now I think I’ll just have you ride me.” He smirked again cheekily and Dan just rolled his eyes and grabbed the last bottle of lube and a condom.
“Shut up and turn over so I can ride you, you dick,” he said as he rolled the condom onto Phils dick.
“Oh look at Mr.dominant coming out. Who wouldve guess you’re dominant with all of those toys in there?” Phil snickered at his own joke but Dan just hit his chest and shut him up with a kiss.
Since Dan was acting so needy Phil decided it was best to just get on with it. So he had Dan straddle him and positioned his cock right at Dan’s entrance. As Dan slowly sunk down onto the tip of Phil’s dick they both groaned. Phil had to try with all his might to keep his needy teenage body from bucking up into Dan.
“Oh god- can I go further?” Dan asked.
“Of course you can doofus.”
Dan tweaked his nipple for that comment; which was simultaneously causing pain and pleasure for Phil. He began to go further, taking in an inch at a time and pausing to groan and take a breath. It was pure agony for Phil to just sit there completely still so he tried to distract himself with praises for Dan.
“Good job baby boy, you take me so well, look so good like that.”
While Phil let these praises out Dan had nothing to do but gasp and moan. When he finally got all of Phil’s cock inside him Phil stopped with the praises and instead bit all over Dan’s neck again. The love bites from earlier were already starting to fade since they were nothing more than a little nip, but Phil was determined to leave a mark this time. He sucked and pulled at the skin with his teeth, pulling away only a couple times to kiss over the freshly bruised skin. When he was done leaving a bright red mark Dan was panting and pleading him to let him move.
Of course Phil immediately told him to go whenever he was ready so Dan began bouncing up and down. Even though Phil knew Dan was a virgin he guessed by all of the sex toys that Dan was used to having something up his ass.
“Please Phil, its not enough, I need you to fuck up into me~”
Phil listened and started to thrust up at the same time that Dan was coming down. He knew he found Dans prostate because Dan gasped and went even faster at the same angle.
“God baby you look so good, fucking yourself so good. Can’t wait to see your pretty face when you cum.”
These little comments only seemed to spur Dan on more, but soon it was too much and he was completely wrecked. He lifted himself up off of Phils cock and laid next to him.
“Phiw- is too much- need you to fuck me, m’ legs are too tired…”
“Of course they are you lazy oaf,” after his remark Phil got right to it. He slid his cock right back into Dan and started to thrust back and forth. He could see Dan getting needier by the second, begging for more and blushing and gasping. Phil was entirely blissed out by all of the sounds Dan was making and by how good it felt.
“Do you think you can cum untouched baby?” Dan nodded fiercely and moaned at the though of it. He reached behind Phil and pulled him down closer by his neck.
“Fuck- Phil I’m getting close-”
“You look so good baby, I bet you’ll look stunning when you cum. Begging for more, youll look so perfect.” Dan moaned at his words and started to grind back against Phil movements. Phil found Dans prostate again and pounded into it relentlessly, still letting little praises come out. “Such a good boy. Take me so well. You feel so good.”
Dan writhed on the sheets beneath Phil and clenched his sheets tight with both fists. “I need you Phil- need to kiss you.” Phil obliged and leaned down to kiss the needy boy beneath him while keeping the same speed.
“Are you going to come baby boy?”
Dan groaned and released as a response. He felt as if he was floating for a second. His vision got blurry as he released white streaks all over him and his best friend. When Phil saw the completely blissed out face of Dan he locked eyes with him and released inside the condom.
As Phil pulled out Dan found himself feeling empty. Even though some of his toys were huge, none of them felt that good. Phil reached over to Dan’s bedside table and grabbed some tissues that were obviously there for this reason.
“No- no talking now please. Jus’ some cuddles please?” Dan looked up with a pleading, almost innocent look and Phil just couldnt resist. He threw out the tissues and the condom and laid next to Dan. Dan instantly wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist and arms around his neck and kissed him swiftly on the cheek. “Night cutie, we’ll talk in the morning over some pancakes and tea okay?”