Hey so you prob have v v many prompts but like I would love to suggest one.. Okay so, Dan is a very confident slutty pastel teenager and Phil is a badass punk boy that everyone fawns over.. and they absolutely hate each other but one thing leads to another and they end up at the same party where Phil is dared to fuck Dan in front of everyone.. (LOTS OF DEGRATION, and dom Phil and sub dan)
a 👌 classic 👌👌*small mention of rape*
dirty talk + degrading + lots of language idk it’s one am
“You look like a slut.” PJ handed Dan a drink, leaning against the counter next to him, raising his eyebrows.
“Thanks, that was the point.” Dan winked, hiking up his already far too short baby blue shorts. PJ rolled his eyes.
“You’re gonna get raped.”
“Um, excuse me, I can take care of myself.” Dan took a sip from the red plastic cup, frowning. “I haven’t gotten raped yet, have I?”
PJ shook his head, staring at Dan like he didn’t understand him one bit. “I just don’t get why you want to look like you strip for truckers.”
Dan pursed his lips, shifting his pink sweater so it hung on him perfectly, showing just the right amount of collarbone. He smirked.
“That’s probably because you’re a virgin, honey.”
PJ pretended to flinch, shaking his head. “Ouch. That was harsh.”
Dan just shrugged, licking his lips.
“Hey Dan,” PJ started, his eyes lighting up as he stared at something across the room. “Your boyfriend’s here.”
“Shit,” Dan groaned, not even having to look, but he did anyways.
Phil Lester had just entered the room, fully clad in black and far too many zippers.
He was wearing a black leather jacket and t shirt, his jeans the same shade, what a surprise. On his feet were large motorcycle boots. Dan scowled.
He had about five people practically hanging off his arms, Dan hated him.
“He thinks he’s so hot,” Dan grumbled, glaring at his cup. “He thinks he can get anyone he fucking wants, what a twat.”
“Aw,” PJ grinned. “Dan’s got a crush.”
“Fuck you,” Dan growled, punching him on the arm, hard. “I’m as close to having a crush on him as I am to fucking him.”
“Dan, you’re literally the sluttiest person I have ever met.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “I’ll fuck almost anyone BUT him.”
Dan raised his eyebrows, amused. “No. You’re drunk.”
“C'mon Dan,” his friend Chris whined, tugging at his sleeve. “It’ll be fun!”
“No, it won’t.” Dan pulled his hand away. “It’ll be a lot of drunk guys daring me to jerk them. I’m not playing.”
Chris sighed, crossing his arms. “Dan, I hate to do this, but if you don’t come I’ll tell everyone that you hooked up with Mr. Parker over the summer.”
Dan’s eyes widened, and he glared at him. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.” Chris smirked. Dan scowled at his friend.
“Fine. Fuck you, fine. Let’s get this over with.”
The game of truth or dare was happening in one of the bedrooms; Dan was fairly certain it belonged to the kid’s parents. It consisted of a bunch of drunk sweaty teens that had formed a circle, passing around risky orders and questions in excited whispers.
Dan sat down between Chris and PJ, running his fingers through his hair. He shot a glare at Phil across the circle, who was staring at him.
The first ten minutes were normal. The other kids basically ignored Dan, focusing on one person after another. They seemed to change their focus often; singling out one poor soul after another. Soon the focus was on Phil.
“If you had to fuck anyone in this group, who would it be?” Some guy asked Phil, and Dan looked up, for some reason interested to hear the answer.
Phil smirked, glancing around at everyone before his eyes landed on Dan. He laughed.
“Probably not him,” he said, grinning cockily. “I wouldn’t want to catch anything.”
Dan felt a pang shoot through his chest, and he crossed his arms.
“Fuck you, Lester. At least I don’t have to wear animal skin to look bad ass,” he shot back. Phil glared at him.
The rest of the group fell fairly silent, and Dan was highly aware of everyone’s eyes on them. Finally Chris spoke.
“Okay but, you guys should fuck.”
There was some mutual agreement, and Dan’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, no, for once I agree with you. Hell no.” Phil shook his head, looking shocked.
“With a few more drinks, you two will be all over each other.” A boy, Dan thought he remembered his name was Charlie and that he was the kid this house belonged to, said, taking a swig of his beer. There was some nodding from the other people.
“That’s not true,” Dan mumbled, crossing his arms.
“Alright, is no one going to say it?” Chris glanced around the circle. “Fine, I will. I dare you two to kiss.”
“Fuck no,” Dan said immediately, before Phil could even respond. “I’m not doing that.”
“Dan, don’t be a pussy,” Phil growled in a voice Dan was fairly certain he had never heard from him before. “It’s a dare.”
“You’re seriously agreeing to this?” Dan scoffed. Phil shrugged.
“Well, I’m not scared of a little dare.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Dan mumbled, sighing and moving closer to him, on his knees. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
Phil smirked, leaning forward and pulling Dan forward by his shirt so he was practically sitting in his lap. Dan hardly had time to react, let alone speak, before Phil was pressing their lips together. Dan just let it happen; it only lasted a second before Phil was pulling back and it was over.
“No no no,” Chris said, grinning. “That doesn’t count. You have to really kiss, for at least ten seconds.”
“Seriously?” Dan asked, and his friend just shrugged. Phil mumbled something under his breath, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and tugging him back roughly.
This time Phil kissed him open mouthed, their lips clashing and sliding together. Dan was highly aware of Phil’s tongue invading his mouth, and he fought back with his own.
Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, kissing him deeper and clutching at his shirt, so lost in the feeling that he didn’t hear Chris shouting that their time was up.
Finally Dan pulled back, mostly because he needed to breathe, and frowned when he realized everyone was staring at him. Including Phil.
Everyone was quiet, mostly in shock, until a boy in the back spoke up.
“I dare you to ride him,” he said, grinning drunkly.
Dan and Phil made eye contact, and Phil smirked.
“Well?” He asked cockily.
“You’re really putting this up to me?”
Phil nodded slowly, licking his lips and tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair, tugging his head back roughly. “Well, Dan? Are you too scared?”
“I’m not scared,” Dan breathed, frowning at him.
“Well then prove it, pretty boy.”
Dan gasped as Phil bit down on his neck, sucking thoroughly on a spot under his ear. It felt completely wrong to have the guy he absolutely despised leaving marks on his neck, but kind of fucking sexy in a way. Or maybe that was the alcohol talking.
Dan felt himself tense up as Phil slid his hand down his stomach, brushing the hem of his shorts.
“Couldn’t we use a different room or something?” Dan asked, grabbing Phil’s wrists instinctively.
“No,” said the boy from before, quickly. “We won’t have any proof you did it.”
“You thirsty fucker,” Dan hissed at him as Phil played with his zipper.
Phil hummed against his neck as he pushed down his shorts, and Dan let him. None of them would remember this in the morning, and most of them had seen Dan naked anyways.
“I bet you love this,” he whispered, biting down on Dan’s ear, scratching his nails down Dan’s thighs. “You’re such a fucking slut, I bet you love being exposed like this.”
“Says the guy who’s erection is digging into my back,” Dan shot back, and Phil shrugged.
“So? I’m turned on. At least I admit it.”
Dan jumped slightly as Phil brushed over his bulge, and Phil chuckled.
“I hate you,” Dan breathed as Phil palmed him, drawing a whine from Dan’s mouth.
“Mmh, doesn’t sound that way.”
Dan felt Phil messing with his own jeans, pushing them down his hips.
“Do you know how many people would love to be in your place right now, you ungrateful slut?”
Dan smirked. “Yeah, just about every thirteen year old girl in our school.”
Phil pulled Dan’s hair roughly, exposing his throat, and Dan couldn’t help letting a whimper escape him.
“You don’t get to speak to me that way,” he growled, and Dan could feel his hard on grinding against his ass. “Understand?”
Dan couldn’t help but moan, grinding back on Phil’s lap. “Yes sir,” he gasped.
Phil put his fingers to Dan’s mouth, and Dan took them obediently. He carefully covered them with spit before Phil pulled them out.
“I figure you don’t need stretching,” Phil muttered, smirking meanly. Dan just nodded, unable to think of a snarky comeback in that exact moment.
Dan felt Phil lining up, and then gripping his waist.
“Push back,” he breathed, pulling Dan back on his lap slightly. Dan moaned, pushing back on Phil’s cock completely.
He grinded back slowly, his eyes closed and whorish moans falling from his mouth nonstop.
“That’s it, baby, moan like a dirty fucking slut for me,” Phil groaned, biting down on Dan’s neck. “Such a good fucktoy, that’s it.”
Dan whined, letting out little gasps and “ah ah ah”’s as he bounced and grinded expertly, fucking himself on Phil’s dick. They seemed to have both forgotten anyone else was in the room, except for a faint prickle on Dan’s neck, the feeling of being watched, which was honestly turning him on even more.
Phil grabbed Dan’s wrists, pinning them behind his back and thrusting up into him roughly.
“Think you can cum without me touching you?” He asked huskily. “Because, that would be really fucking hot.”
Dan nodded almost immediately, speeding up his movements with a loud whimper.
“Fuck, daddy,” he gasped, and Phil practically growled.
“What a pretty toy, acting like such a slut for me, in front of all these people,” he whispered, meeting Dan’s hips with his own. “Everyone’s watching you, Dan, watching you call me daddy and fuck yourself on my cock. I bet you fucking love it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Dan whimpered. “Yes, daddy, god yes, l-love it.”
“Good boy.” Phil pulled Dan’s head back on his shoulder. “Now cum for me, princess.”
Dan let go with a loud continuous feminine moan, his hips twitching as he thrust forward automatically. Phil groaned, burying his face in Dan’s neck as he let go inside of him.
Dan slumped onto the carpet, completely fucked out, his eyes still closed.
“Jesus,” he breathed.
Phil was suddenly very aware of all of the people staring at them, and laughed.
“Hey, Charlie, I can use your shower right?”
The boy nodded slowly, still shocked into silence.
“Cool.” Phil grinned, scooping Dan up bridal style in one motion and standing carefully. “Uh, if you hear noises from the bathroom, you probably have rats and it’s totally not a second round.”