Phan Smut [Oneshots]

1. Please Don't Tease

A/N: Hello welcome to the first smutty story the writer of this is /jilliancares\

Summary: Dan can't come until he begs, which he most certainly will not.

Word Count: 2.8k

Includes: begging (and lots of it), a bit of intercrural for that one anon's prompt (fucking between the thighs), orgasm denial (i like 2 sin), fucking in a bath (sin with me)

It took Dan approximately one hour to decide that he hated Phil, who was the biggest dick in the world. Of course, Phil had only done what he did because of what Dan did, but he'd never expected it to go this far. He'd never expected that this would last longer than a day. Oh god, longer than a week! Dan was going crazy! He was going crazy and he was going to kill Phil, the bastard!
The whole plan had formed in Dan's mind as he was waking up. He'd thought it was a great idea, and it was with a firm smile on his face that he put it to action. The whole day, while he and Phil were out shopping, eating lunch, having a nice, fun day, Dan teased him. He rubbed up against his boyfriend, "accidentally" dragged his hand across his cock, leaned against him at every opportunity. Dan was taking every chance he got to tease the fuck out of Phil, who was quickly becoming more agitated and desperate to go home.
"Aren't you done shopping yet?" he'd groaned, as Dan passed in front of him a countless other time, just barely grinding backwards against him.
"Hmm, I don't think so," Dan had replied, and Phil huffed loudly in his ear.
By the time they actually did go home, hours later, Phil was incredibly wound up. He was hot and horny and his heavy hands had rendered Dan incapable of movement, as the second they walked into their apartment, he was pushed against the wall.
"You're such an asshole," Phil had groaned into his ear, thrusting up against him, panting over his neck.
"Let's go to the bedroom and you can make use of that hole," Dan joked, and Phil's look darkened.
"Are you kidding? You've been teasing me all day! Do you honestly think I'm just gonna fuck you and be done with it?" Phil'd asked incredulously, and Dan's hips had stuttered to a stop against his boyfriend's.
"A-aren't you?"
Phil laughed, but tugged him into the bedroom, and so Dan figured things couldn't be that bad. Not in the bedroom.
Their clothes were ripped off in record time, mostly thanks to Phil. His hands were desperate and searching, and he left almost no part of Dan untouched. They scrambled onto the bed, making out and grinding heavily. The pleasure ringing through his body was good enough to push Phil's threatening words straight out of his mind.
"Turn over," Phil had commanded, and Dan complied immediately. Oh god, he was so hard, he just needed to be fucked! He was going to come so hard, what with the way Phil always made him felt, how hard, how fast he could go.
Dan heard the pop of the lube's cap, and was expecting familiar fingers to be finding their way inside him, but that didn't happen. Instead, he waited, wondering why Phil had opened the lube if he wasn't going to finger Dan.
Then, of course, Dan started hating Phil.
Instead of Phil's fingers reaching inside him, twisting just so and making Dan writhe and moan, Phil's cock found it's way to Dan's thighs. He made no attempt to even fuck Dan, and instead just started sliding his cock between Dan's upper thighs. Occasionally he brushed up against Dan's perineum or dick, but it wasn't enough. There was too little contact, too little friction. It felt good, but teasing, and Dan definitely couldn't come from this.
"Phil," Dan gasped, and Phil continued to almost fuck him.
"Hmm?"
"Fuck me," Dan demanded, and Phil didn't even slow down.
"I am fucking you."
"Phil!" Dan protested. "Actually fuck me!"
"Nah, I don't think I will," Phil said casually, though he was quite breathless, and he seemed to be getting close. He was still rubbing up against Dan, who desperately needed more pressure, more friction. He was achingly hard and pressed against the bed, which was doing almost nothing to relieve the pressure and need in his body.
"What?"
"Not unless you beg," Phil said promptly, and Dan immediately shut up. No way would he beg. He would never beg! His face heated up at just the thought of begging, of lowering himself so much so as to beg his boyfriend for a fuck. He wouldn't!
And then Phil came, coating the area between Dan's legs with thick and sticky come, which was a bit more uncomfortable than it was hot. Dan wouldn't mind it so much, if he'd got to come.
Phil pulled away from him, panting and shaking, and Dan rolled over. He expected Phil to touch him, to suck him, to do something, at least! But Phil was sitting back against the pillows, pulling out his phone. He was scrolling through tumblr.
"I didn't come," Dan said, thinking perhaps Phil hadn't noticed.
"I'm aware," Phil said simply, and he reached down, intertwining his right hand with Dan's left. Dan was still aching, precome dripping down his cock, and Phil wasn't doing anything about it.
"Aren't you going to...?"
"I don't hear any begging."
"Phil!" Dan whined. "You don't even have to fuck me! Just— do anything!" Dan demanded, glaring at his boyfriend and his stupid, innocent face.
"Oh, I'll do anything," Phil promised, and Dan breathed a sigh of relief. "If you beg."
"You're an asshole," Dan said venomously, put into a bad mood already. It was the most annoying thing, being wound up by your boyfriend, so nearly fucked, and then abandoned. He knew whatever orgasm he had now would be disappointing, would pale in comparison to any Phil could give him.
"No, an asshole is someone who teases their boyfriend in public all day," Phil said sweetly.
"Are you serious? Is that why you're doing this?" Dan questioned. Phil smirked. "How long are you gonna continue this for?"
"Until you beg."
Angrily, Dan thrusted his right hand downward, his left still encased in Phil's hand. Clumsily, seeing as it was his non-dominant hand, he stroked himself, trying desperately to get his high. Unfortunately, he'd never been very good at masturbating with his right hand, and after nearly five minutes of struggling, his hand was getting tired, and he was close to climaxing, but he just couldn't get it. He couldn't move his hand fast enough.
It was embarrassing too, knowing Phil could see and hear him struggling, whimpering pathetically, as he scrolled effortlessly through tumblr, sated. Dan tried to tug his left hand free of Phil's grasp, but Phil tightened his hold subtly. If Dan wanted his hand free, he'd have to ask. Probably beg, for god's sake. And he wouldn't stoop that low, embarrass himself that much.
Frustrated, and unable to make himself come, Dan gave up. He balled his hand into a fist by his side, and threw his head back melodramatically, where he groaned loudly. Phil chuckled, but kept a firm hold on his left hand.
"I hate you so much," Dan stated, closes his eyes and wishing he could come. Phil held onto his hand until Dan's erection wilted. Dan couldn't believe his boyfriend was giving him blue balls.
When finally Dan's arousal had vanished and his harbored anger had continued to boil inside of him, he wrenched his hand out of Phil's grip and turned onto his side. Spitefully, he used Phil's shirt to wipe Phil's come off of him.
"Going to bed?" Phil asked. Dan grunted in response.
—
Dan yawned as he made his way down the hallway, a large bowl of Shreddies occupying his mind. He rubbed his eyes, pausing in the middle of the hallway to do so, and suddenly found himself being shoved against a wall.
"Wha—?"
Phil's hand was scrambling down his pants, and having not had the chance to come the night before, his responding erection was pretty much immediate. He was gasping, thrusting into Phil's hand and entirely too thankful. He knew this was going to feel great, especially after the denial he'd had the night before. Dan whimpered as he bucked forward, incredibly close, precome dripping onto Phil's fingers.
"Phil!" he moaned, pressing harder into Phil, grabbing his shoulders tightly in his hands.
Suddenly, evilly, Phil's hand was gone, and Dan was left bucking into midair, confusion clouding his vision, slowing his brain. Phil used that time to act, and he dragged Dan into the kitchen after him.
Counter sex? Dan thought hopefully, but Phil shoved him into a chair, and handcuffed his left hand behind him.
"No!" Dan whined, and he pressed the heel of his right hand against his erection hopelessly. He knew it was useless. He couldn't come without his left hand or Phil.
Of course, Dan knew he could pull Phil out of his act at any time. He could simply state that he didn't want to continue anymore, and Phil would take him seriously. They had quite vanilla sex a lot of the time, but they had less-tame sex as well, like now. And Dan wasn't going to throw it all away, either. He knew he could win. He could get what he wanted without begging, he was sure.
"Just beg me, Dan," Phil said, his voice low and warm, still scratchy from sleep. He kneeled in front of Dan, and his breath cascaded through the thin boxers Dan had pulled on before leaving the bedroom. Dan shivered, and bucked desperately into the air, though there was no relief.
"Phil!" he complained, and Phil sighed.
"When you beg me, you can come."
Dan used his right hand to eat cereal, glowering as his erection deflated.
—
This continued for the entire week. Phil was absolutely the worst person Dan knew, and he was almost willing to cry if Phil made him hard again, brought him to the brink of orgasm again, and then abandoned him, forced him to come back down from it.
Phil had suggested that they take a nice bath together, and Dan was incredibly tempted. He sighed as he refused, wishing that he didn't have to. Baths with Phil were one of the best things in life, Dan was convinced, and he hated missing them. But he knew that if he accepted, it wouldn't just be warm and wonderful cuddles like usual. No, it'd be Phil teasing Dan, and Dan clinging to his determination, to his resistance. He would not beg.
"C'mon, Dan," Phil insisted. "I won't even touch you tonight. I just wanna take a bath with you," he said, drawing Dan closer, and kissing the top of his head. Dan snuggled into Phil's chest, and finally agreed.
The bath felt great, the water pleasantly warm and Phil behind him, hugging him to his chest. Dan was incredibly comfortable, and was near to even dozing off, with how comforting the whole atmosphere was.
Then, of course, Phil reached up and brushed Dan's hair behind his ear, which honestly, shouldn't have been doing anything for Dan, but he hadn't come in a week...
And when Phil's hand went to return to Dan's stomach, he accidentally brushed Dan's nipple, which were already sensitive normally, but had been even more so this entire week. Dan gasped violently as Phil brushed past it, and instantly Dan was hard, and cursing his luck.
"Are you hard Dan?" Phil chuckled into his ear.
"It's your fault," Dan snapped. "I can't help it, I—" he broke off as Phil reached down and wrapped a hand around him.
"No, Phil! You promised you wouldn't," Dan whined, moaning all the while. He was so sensitive, so close to coming all the time.
"Come on, Dan," Phil whispered. "Just beg me. Then this can be over, and we can have normal sex again," he promised.
And Dan wasn't going to beg. He wasn't planning on it. But Phil's other hand had sneaked around Dan, and his fingers were pushing inside him, even while Phil's other hand was stroking him, and even though Dan had felt the likes of this a million times, he simply couldn't resist anymore. It felt so good, so good Dan wanted to die, or press close to Phil and rub himself all over his boyfriend until he came a week's worth of forbidden orgasms all over his horrible boyfriend.
"Please," Dan whispered, so quiet it was almost silent.
"What was that?" Phil asked, and Dan could hear the fucking smirk on his evil face.
"Please," Dan whimpered, pressing back harder into Phil. His hips were jerking forward, into Phil's hand, and backward, onto Phil's hand, and his head was thrown back, resting against Phil's shoulder as his gasps echoed in the bathroom.
"What is it you want, Dan?" Phil taunted, and Dan whimpered. He didn't want to beg anymore. Already his face was bright red in mortification, and he never wanted to beg another day in his life. But then Phil's hands stopped moving, stopped touching him, and Dan was gasping so loudly, bucking into nothing so fiercely, that tears were drawn to his eyes.
"God! Please, Phil! Please! Please don't stop, not now, oh god, please!" Dan begged, his fingers digging relentlessly into Phil's thighs.
"Good boy," Phil whispered into his ear, and Dan let out a moan so loud, it hurt his throat, and Phil was touching him again, his blissful hands touching Dan's body, giving him more.
He was in Dan and around Dan again, his hands magic, Dan's legs jerking occasionally with the intense pleasure.
"Keep begging or I'll stop," Phil threatened, and Dan couldn't even muster up the normal hatred he would have. He just fucking did it, because he was desperate and he wanted to come and Phil was the biggest bastard in the world.
"Phil, please, please fuck me. Please make me feel good, please make me come!" Dan begged, and then Phil gripped his hips, and shoved him onto the ledge next to the bathtub. It was freezing cold, and goosebumps erupted all over Dan's body, but Phil was following him, thankfully, and their bodies, slick with water, were dripping everywhere and sliding against each other.
Dan continued to beg, to blubber and babble, really, and it came naturally. It was absolutely mortifying, but Dan found he didn't even have to think, that once he let go, the floodgates were opened and begging was the only thing he knew how to do.
"Fuck me Phil, fuck me, please, oh please," Dan whimpered uselessly. His eyes weren't working, everything was black. It took Dan a whole minute to realize that he felt so good that they were scrunched tightly shut in pleasure.
"Want me to fuck you?" Phil asked.
"Yes!" Dan panted, his body arching up against Phil's uselessly. God, he just wanted them to touch, to be together. He wanted Phil inside him. He almost wanted it to hurt.
"What do you say?" Phil asked with a raspy whisper in Dan's ear, and Dan didn't even have to think.
"Please!" he shouted, and the next second Phil thrusted all the way into him, the delicious burn as he was forced open, the pleasure following it. Dan was shaking underneath Phil, already so close to coming. He was gasping already, and Phil wasn't even moving yet.
But then, by god, Phil actually did start moving, and Dan didn't even have words anymore. He couldn't have begged even if he wanted to, because now he was purely animal, expressing himself only in moans and whimpers and yells.
Phil was pounding into him, and they were sliding across the bathtub ledge, Phil was fucking him so hard. They ended up pressed against the wall, and Dan's head banged into it with each of Phil's thrusts, but he barely even felt it.
"Phil! Have to— gonna!" Dan managed, after searching his brain desperately, trying to remember how to speak.
"Ask me first," Phil demanded, panting. "Ask my permission."
"God, fuck!" Dan answered instead, and Phil slowed down, like a punishment. "Please can I— ah!— Phil c-can I come?" Dan asked, begged. Phil continued to fuck him torturously slowly, and Dan was so, so close, but Phil seemed to be considering it.
"Yes," he said finally, and he slammed forward, directly into Dan's prostate. Dan exploded, his entire being erupted in pleasure, and he clung fervently to Phil, moaning so loud that it was questionably a scream, and god, it was never ending! Burst after burst of come covered Phil's stomach, and Dan was whimpering, fucking cowering in the midst of how good he felt, how much pleasure. Blatantly, he realized his face was wet, and distantly, with embarrassment, he remembered sobbing as he came, actually sobs, directly into Phil's shoulder.
Now he laid still, panting, and came to realize that Phil was no longer inside him. "Phil?" he whispered.
Phil snickered from beside him. "Maybe we should do this more often, if you're gonna be like that when we do."
Dan's face flushed red, remembering his words, his horrible begging. "Please, no."
"If I recall correctly," Phil began, "I believe you were saying please yes."

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Look at all this sin
-Tori <3