Hc: Pastel! Dan and Punk! Phil absolutely hate eachother, just despises the other. One day Phil keep teasing Dan in a sexual/trying to be mean way and they end up in the school bathroom stall with Dan moaning and screaming Phil's name and Phil dirty talking. Also, can Dan please wear flower crows? Thanks
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-The most infamous relationship ever at the local high school was Dan and Phil’s hatred for each other. They were polar opposites in most aspects, but we’re quite similar in others.
-They were both bi af cute boys with fringes, who were sharp and quick-witted, and completely stubborn with everything.
-Well, Phil a little more than Dan. Dan still did his homework and was a bit of a teacher’s pet (something which Phil absolutely despised him for). Phil was the school’s classic punk; jet black with midnight-blue streaked hair with a fringe that went a different direction, heavy charcoal leather jacket, ripped jeans and combat boots, and don’t even get me started on the tattoos.
-Dan was…delicate. A crown of petals adorned his curly brunet hair, he made paws from the sleeves of his oversized pastel sweaters over his hands, and his eyes…a soft gentle brown that could look up with such wonderment and innocence. He was very feminine, but even on the days where he tried to be masc, he could not leave the house without one of his well-known flower crowns.
-Phil has openly stated to his group of friends that he’d fuck Dan Howell, if given the chance. He wanted to corrupt the innocence right out of him if the opportunity were to ever rise. He didn’t care who knew, hell he’s pretty sure Howell knew by now. Phil would do anything to get those adorable lips around his dick.
-Dan however, would absolutely die if anybody found out that he slightly fancied Phil. He was just so big and dark, and an upperclassman…not to mention absolutely gorgeous…
-Dan slammed his locker door to cut out the thoughts forming in head. Phil was a dick. A handsome one, at that. And he would like to get his hands on some of that handsome dick, if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.
-He shakes his head vigorously and begins to walk down the hall, wanting to block all the nsfw images from his mind. He was doing just fine, until he heard a voice call out from behind him.
-“Hey Flower Boy! Chris said he saw you buy some lingerie last night, any truth to that?” He shouted from the other end of the hall, everyone in sight hearing them and beginning fits of laughter. Dan turned beet red and turned around slowly, sending daggers of steel from his eyes towards the punk. They both walk forward and meet in the middle, with Dan as red as a tomato, and Phil smirking like the Devil.
-“Okay, well, what was Chris doing even doing in the feminine section last night?” Dan put his hands on hips while implying that Chris too, was buying female undergarments. Phil barked out a laugh, causing Dan to jump.
-“Obviously just looking through them like the perv he is, not actually buying and wearing them.” Phil shot at the younger. Dan opened his mouth to reply, but no words poured out. This just made Phil, and everyone around them, laugh harder.
-“Oh my God, it’s true. You really did get lingerie last night! Tell me, Howell,” he emphasized his last name, “Will you be giving out any shows sometime soon?” Dan bit the inside of his cheek and glared up at the older.
-“Oh, you so wish.” He spat out. What Phil said next, however, surprised him.
-“You’re right. I do.” Phil sneered back down to him. Dan batted his eyelashes.
-“Well in that case, did you know you’re really pretty…” he cooed and beckoned Phil to bend down. Phil obliged and Dan took it upon himself to lean towards his ear to finish is sentence,“Pretty ugly.” He stomped his foot onto Phil’s and the punk shouted ‘fuck’ out loud. If looks could kill, Dan would be dead.
-The pastel runs down the corridor, Phil hot into his tracks. Teachers yell carelessly at them to slow down, not having the motivation to stop them. Dan runs into the nearest boys’ room, and is just about to lock himself in the handicapped stall, when Phil grabs his arm and yanks Dan towards him.
-“You. Fucking. Brat.” Phil seethes. Dan dodges his head and winces, waiting a blow to his face.
-Except, it never came. Dan craned his neck back towards the older, only to have his lips immediately attacked with another pair. Dan sighs contently into the kiss, his hands reaching to tug Phil’s hair. The older ends up reaching for Dan’s collar and yanks him into the stall. Dan yelps and almost falls, with Phil catching him right in time.
-Their sloppy making out gets sloppier, Phil’s lips traveling across the younger’s jawline and down his neck, sucking and licking all the while.
-Dan’s moans get louder, making Phil hiss ‘shut up’ at him multiple times.
-“Why don’t you do something useful for once and get down on your knees, huh Flower Boy?”
-“Dan whimpers at the command and nickname, and does what he is told. He unbuckles Phil’s belt and unzips his jeans, shimmying them down until about mid-thigh. Dan took this moment to appreciate the type of boxers that Phil’s wearing.
-“Seriously? Never pegged you as a Sonic fan.”
-“At least it’s better than wearing underwear for chicks.” Phil spat back. Dan glared at Phil before staring ahead at his hard on.
-“Gotta go fast,” Dan deadpans before instantly mouthing his lips over Phil’s clothed cock. Phil threads his fingers into the younger’s hair and rolls his eyes in annoyance and pleasure.
-“Hngg, I canno-fuck. I cannot believe you just fucking said that.” Dan smirks up at him and pulls his head back. Phil takes his dick out of his boxers and rests the head onto Dan’s pretty lips.
-“Suck.” He demands. Dan squeaks in response and immediately takes Phil, making it obvious he’s enjoying the dominance.
-“Such a sub. I bet you enjoy my cock, don’t you Pretty Boy? You look so hot on your knees, taking all of me.”
-Dan unzips his own jeans and uses the heel of his left palm to grind himself onto, getting off on Phil’s talking. He gives soft kitten licks to the head, and then trying to deepthroat him all at once. He’s moaning around Phil’s dick, paying special attention to a particular prominent vein on the underside. Phil lets out a throaty groan and tugs on Dan’s hair even more.
-“You’re being such a good boy, Dan. I bet you’re a real cock slut, aren’t you? Yeah you are. You’re a whimpering mess just from sucking my cock. Mhmm. Wonder what it would be like to fuck that tight hole of your’s, babe.”
-Phil eventually spills into Dan’s mouth, and Dan licks up and down his shaft, collecting as much cum as he can. Phil continues to dirty talk him as Dan fucks into his own hand, noises of absolute pleasure leaving his lips.
-“A-ah! Phil!” He screws his eyes shut and cums in his hand, having the most intense orgasm he’s ever had in the 16 years of his existence.
-“Fuck, you’re adorable.” Phil says aloud. Dan looks up at him a blushes deep. Phil cleans the both of them up and pats Dan’s hair lightly. It’s at this action, when Dan notices something amiss.
-“My crown!” He exclaims. He pats his head in a panic, hoping it would magically turn up.
-“Chill, kid. It’s right here,” Phil pulls the accessory out of his leather jacket pocket, “It fell off of you while you were running. I knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if you never got it back.” Dan gapes at him and Phil just simply shrugs. He tugs is jeans back up and is about to leave the stall, when he turns back to Dan.
-“Oh, and Howell? Don’t stop wearing those crowns.” Dan’s heart beats loudly in his chest while Phil gives one last wink towards him and leaves.
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