Behind the Tattoos and Flowers
Guys this is my first smutty phan fic so please feel free to criticize me or submit requests. I don’t really know how to do this, so sorry if the format is kinda off. Also, this has a plot, but it’s pretty shitty, but bear with me, I’m trying.
Warnings: punk!Phil, pastel!Dan, top!Dan, bottom!Phil, anal sex, blowjob, all that jazz
Summary: punk!Phil and pastel!Dan are the most popular couple at the school, for being the cutest and most obscure. Phil is covered in dark tattoos and is always dressed in black and leather. Dan has soft, curly, brown hair adorned with a colorful flower crown and dressed in light colored sweaters and his favorite lavender Converse. What everyone doesn’t know, is that they are completely different behind closed doors.
All eyes looked at the couple as they walked into school, holding hands and glancing at each other with so much love even the coldest of people would melt. They reached Dan’s locker and he opened it and pulled out his first period books. Phil leaned against the lockers next to Dan’s and talked to Dan about happy nonsense they always babbled on about. The first period bell rang and they leaned in for a kiss before parting ways to their class.
The first four periods went by in a breeze. Dan was waiting by Phil’s locker for him to arrive and walk to lunch together. Unfortunately, Dan’s least favorite person sauntered up to him.
“What do you want, Alex?” Dan spat at the captain of the football team.
“Ooh, Princess has an attitude today”, Alex smirked.
Dan noticed Phil marching over to them. He quickly pushed off the lockers and met Phil before anything else could happen. Of course, Phil insisted on giving Alex a piece of his mind, but Dan caressed Phil’s hand to calm him down and started walking to the cafeteria.
As they sat down, Alex swiped Dan’s flower crown off his head and “accidentally” poured his food tray all over Dan’s light blue sweater and white jeans. Dan looked to Phil to hold him down, but he was already up and lunging towards Alex. Phil landed on top of him and started punching down, leaving cuts and bruises on Alex’s face. Dan finally pulled Phil off of him and dragged him to his car.
Dan started driving home without saying a word to Phil. About half way through the ride, Phil broke down in tears and hiccups. Dan pulled over and turned off the car. After taking off his sweater, he pulled Phil into his lap and wrapped his arms around the sobbing boy.
What people didn’t know, is that the boy with tattoos, piercings, black hair, and dark clothing is actually very sensitive and light. His room is painted seafoam green and he likes to wear light colors, maybe even a bit of makeup sometimes. Both he and Dan don’t know why they don’t just be themselves and dress how they want, but neither of them want to be bullied for the sudden change of appearance and actions. It’s quite pathetic, but makes sense if you think about it.
After Phil calmed down, Dan nudged him back to his seat and continued home without a word.
Once they arrived at Dan’s house, they made their way up the stairs to Dan’s room. Dan opened the door and Phil plopped down on Dan’s black and white bedsheets and glanced around the room. The walls were a dark gray. Well, they would be if there weren’t so many rock band posters everywhere. There was a small corner that was painted light pink, a drastic contrast to the rest of the room. In the patch of color was pictures of Dan and Phil and their favorite memories together. Phil’s mind jumped out of thought when Dan layed down next to Phil.
“Why do we keep doing this?” Dan sighed.
“Doing what?” Phil asked.
“Pretending to be who we’re not. We’re so concerned with keeping our reputations that we’re going as far as not standing up for ourselves just to keep the act up.”
Dan turned on his side to face Phil. Dried tears were stained on Phil’s cheeks until Dan wiped them off with his thumb.
“I love you the way you are. If people can’t handle that, then fuck them. I don’t want you to beat someone up for me just to keep up the bad boy punk charade,” Dan stated.
“But I’m scared, Dan,” Phil said, turning to face him. “It’s a big change. I mean, I know we act different when it’s just us, but I don’t want to deal with people’s reactions.”
“I know, but I hate seeing you cry like that. You’re just not that person to go around beating people up to defend his boyfriend. Let’s just ease into it. I’m sick of us hiding who we are.”
“Daniel Howell. I love you,” Phil whispered, leaning in and meeting Dan’s lips.
A simple kiss led to Dan and Phil both naked on the bed. Dan was on top, grinding down onto Phil. Moans erupted from their mouths, hands begging for more to touch. Phil flipped them so he was on top. He slowly started kissing down Dan’s neck and chest, getting closer to Dan’s dick. His hands held Dan’s hips down to prevent movement.
“Please, Phil. Blow me already,” Dan demanded, hands shooting down to grip Phil’s hair.
Phil wrapped his lips around Dan and sunk down around his cock. Dan’s moans filled the room and bounced back as if they were echoing. Phil glanced up to see Dan’s face scrunched up and his eyes shut, clearly enjoying what Phil was doing.
This wasn’t their first time, but they still enjoyed seeing each other’s expressions just as much, if not more, than being pleasured themselves.
Phil bobbed his head up and down. Fingers raked through his hair and lightly pushed down, silently asking for more. Minutes passed before Dan pushed Phil off of him and on his back.
“I need to be in you, love. I can’t wait anymore”, Dan panted.
He reached for the lube inside the bedside table drawer. Once he found it, he put a generous amount on his fingers and brought them to Phil’s hole. He put his right hand by Phil’s head as his left pointer finger pressed into the dark haired boy. Phil moaned and nodded, begging for more. Dan entered another finger, and another as Phil began grinding down on his fingers. Moans were escaping Phil’s mouth like a river when he felt the familiar feeling in his stomach.
“Dan. Please. Fuck me already”, he begged.
Dan put on a condom and applied another glob of lube to his hand before gliding it on his dick, moaning at the warmth of it. He leaned down and placed his elbows on the sides of Phil before pushing in enough to let Phil adjust. He nodded and Dan pushed all the way in, both of them moaning as he bottomed out.
“Move, Dan. Please. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk.”
Dan took that as a challenge and began pounding in to Phil. The headboard slammed against the wall as Dan’s speed increased. They were both moaning profanities and praises as they edged to their climaxes.
“Oh my god! Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So so good. I love you so much,” Dan moaned.
“A-ah, Dan! I’m close, I’m close!” Phil warned.
Phil’s nails were creating crescent shapes in Dan’s skin, but he knew he didn’t mind. Dan loved being marked up by Phil, knowing that he is all his. Phil loved being marked up by Dan too. They had to be careful about placement since Phil was supposed to be the “top” in the relationship, but since they’re going to start to be themselves, Dan can mark him wherever he wants and everyone will know who belongs to Dan Howell.
Dan thrusted into Phil as Phil clenched around him, telling him that he’s about to come.
“Dan, I-I’m gonna c-come,” Phil whimpered.
“Come for me, babe. Show me how good I make you feel. God, you’re so amazing.”
With that, Phil came on his chest and Dan. Dan continued slamming into Phil, chasing his own orgasm and bringing Phil through his. Dan suddenly came into the condom and slowed down his thrusts. After a few seconds, he pulled out of Phil, took the condom off, and tossed it into the bin on the floor. He grabbed a tissue and cleaned Phil, not wanting to wake up to a sticky mess. He collapsed next to Phil and pulled him in.
“You’re perfect,” Dan praised.
“I love you,” Phil panted, still regaining his breath. “In pastel clothes or not.”
“I love you too,” Dan mumbled, drifting off into sleep.
Phil smiled at his boyfriend and closed his eyes, falling asleep on Dan’s chest.
Eeee sorry that sucked. I’ll probably write more that’ll hopefully be better.
