Dan and Phil Imagines and One Shots

Little Prissy Church Girl - Dan Howell

(I can't find my inspiration for this and I feel like a terrible person. Warnings: Religion, Smut)

UPDATED CLARIFICATION: (This chapter can be very offensive to very religious hearts. This is not my actual reflection or Dan's actual reflection. They are just words. No harm intended.)

Nice summer dress? Check. Bible? Check. Conservative Sermon? Check. I hated doing this for my parents. They had me walk around, door to door, giving religious sermons. Like even the religious Christians around here hated that, I hated myself for even doing it. But nonetheless, I was walking up to my last house. Isn't this an invasion of privacy and trespassing on property?

I knocked softly, preparing to act cute and holy, like I'm expected to. I opened my mouth to speak as the door opened and revealed the Devil himself. Daniel Howell. God, I mean Jesus Christ, I mean gosh, I dislike him so much. He rolled his eyes looking at me. "Y/N, what could you possibly want with me?" Dan looked me up and down, admiring the outfit and everything. I saw his eyes turn to an amber brown, showing lust. "Hmm... More like what could I possibly want want with you? Shit, looking like that? A whole hell of a lot." I was praying in this moment, that my eyes changed to show disgust.

"Whatever, Howell. I'll see you around." I shook my head turning to go back to my car.

The words that left his mouth as I began walking sent pissed off chills down my spine. "I see, Y/N. You think you're better than me." He chuckled. "I knew you were a prissy bitch."

I spun to look back at him. I set my bible down, rushing to his door. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Dan laughed, "Oh, I'm so scared. The nice little kitten just said 'fuck' oh what a catastrophe." I obviously didn't take part in his sense of humor... Or bad pun. "You're not fucking saint. You're just a little prissy church girl that thinks she's so 'sanctified' and 'Holy Ghost filled' that she's never sinned before."

I laughed, "I just sinned a whole bunch. One being hanging around you and your Satanic ass."

Dan mocked me. "For your information, church girl, I'm not a satanist. You do realize Lucifer was sent to Hell because he wanted equality for everyone? And out of every one killed in the Bible, Satan killed seven. Seven fucking people, Y/N. Your precious God killed hundreds of thousands." Dan began laughing. "I bet you're a bitch who thinks the LGBT+ should go to Hell. I fucking hate people like you."

I scoffed, honestly offended. He didn't even get the chance to know me before making his assumptions based on stereotypes. "I'm not a fucking church girl."

"Yeah right." Dan stopped. He was pondering something. This motherfucker had a plan. "Prove it." I stormed up to him, pushing him into his house, kissing him roughly. After a while, I pulled away. He shook his head, "That didn't do shit."

I smirked, walking closer, closing the gap between us. "Your little buddy says otherwise."

Dan chuckled, knowing damn well he got what he wanted. "Really? Well... That's your fault, church girl." As I began to let my hand travel to his bulge, Dan's hands reached around to my back, pulling my zipper down my back. Thank God he had the courtesy of closing his door. Dan spun us around, pushing me against the wall. "I still need to be convinced that you're not a church girl, a prissy little church girl."

As Dan connected his lips to my neck, I moaned out before growling softly. "I'm not a fucking church girl, asshole." I stomped my foot, angrily slipping into erotic euphoria. I didn't want to enjoy this, but I didn't want to be a fucking church girl anymore. I needed this. 

"Then fucking..." Dan's hands found their way into my underwear. "Prove it."

I then realized exactly what I was about to do. My dad would kill me. "I can't." I mumbled. "I-I don't want the trouble with my dad." I began to fix my dress when Dan pushed my arms onto the wall above my head.

He kissed me roughly, before snatching himself away. "Fuck him." He said, pulling my legs up to have me sit on his waist. "I'm your Daddy now." I felt my back arch up toward his muscular chest. His hands dropped to the small of the back as he picked me up, walking upstairs. He took me to his room and tossed me lightly on the bed. Dan pulled my dress completely down before removing his belt. I pulled him closer, kissing him just as roughly, if not rougher than he kissed me. Dan pulled away, undoing his jeans. "Do you understand that, church girl?" Dan asked, pulling my chin up to look at him. "Do you fucking understand?"

I nodded, taking in a breath. "Yes... Daddy." 

"That's right." Dan leaned over me, introducing me to this new use of my body. "I take it you're a virgin." 

I nodded softly. "But don't get it twisted, Daddy. I know what makes me wild." I bit my lip, bucking my hips upward lightly, my hand travelling down to my core. 

Dan put his hand down to keep me from touching myself. He began rubbing my clit in slow circles. "Don't get it twisted, Sweetheart." I moaned out softly as he let a finger slide into me. "I still run this bitch." Dan looked up at me as he traveled down on me, keeping eye contact on me. The soft feelings of air made me want him more. "Hmm, Daddy made you this wet?"

I nodded, "Oh my God, yes... Please Daddy, I don't want you to hold off anymore. I need you. All of you." That's all it took for Dan to slam into me. I screamed out, placing my hand over my mouth.

"What?" Dan asked, grabbing my hand and pushing it down by my head. "I want to hear you, are you scared that you're sinning right now, church girl?" 

I shook my head. gasping out. "Does it look like I'm a church girl, Daddy?"

Dan chuckled, trying to bring me to the edge. His hands met down at my core again, circling my clit, sending my body into sexual Heaven. "Not in the fucking slightest." His thrusts became sloppy as I felt myself tighten around him.

"Oh my Go-" I couldn't stop myself or warn him before white hot pleasure coursed through my veins. I collapsed under Dan feeling him come undone as well. He fell off to my side, catching his breath. "Holy shit," I mumbled.

Dan smiled, pulling me into a hug. "I guess you're not a church girl." I laughed shaking my head. "I was wondering if I could finally push you into being attracted to me. I've had my eye on you for a while."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why didn't you just ask?"

"Well," Dan sat up. "For starters, I'm bisexual. And I don't have a dead set religion, it's not my thing. Just thought you'd hate me for that."

I cuddled up to Dan, kissing him softly. "Luckily, I can choose what I believe." He smiled at me holding my hand. I looked at my watch. "Oh shit. I have to go, my mom's gonna want me home." I jumped up, finding my clothes, getting dressed again. 

Before I left, Dan reached over and smacked my ass, causing me to jump. "Remember, I'm your Daddy now."